Feel Me!

by

Jane Royce

I am sick of it. Just plain sick and tired of it all. Each time A-shift is on duty it happens and no one ever cares how I feel. I mean, what makes Johnny such a stupid target? How come he's so gullible? And why does Chet have to be so immature all the time? Aren't they supposed to be professionals? And if they are, can't they rescue themselves from each other?

Take the water bombs for example. No one seems to look at the hazard they represent. Water all over the place and I am always hurt in the process as well. No one notices though, as I warp and bend a little more each time. All they notice is the final results and the laughter. I do not find this funny at all.

Other times it's not so bad. I feel for the guys after they come 'home' from a fire. They need each other to talk to, to help them deal with the bad things. They are a brotherhood, a family. I am there for them, listening in silence. I hold many secrets that I will never reveal, and I am strong for them, always there to help light the path or hold comfort.

No, it isn't easy being me. It is a job that never ends and one with little reward.

It's not easy being the kitchen at station 51.

The End