My very first after hours on-call business came in at about 8:34pm. I was sitting in the couch, eating hot spicy pork soup out of a big glass bowl while watching Dr. “Becker” was having a funny conversation with his girlfriend Chris. It was loud but cosy. I thought I probable will be lucky enough to get a quiet week, but I was wrong. The phone was ringing.

The call was from a rural town about 15 minutes from Crookwell, where my client was trying to find someone to be there tomorrow afternoon as she was going to a family funeral. I wrote down all the details on my yellow notepad packed up by my boss this morning and kind of was prepared to take an action.

However about 10 minutes later, the problem sorted as the client rang in to say she had found the another back-up plan. I was happy for her but started to worry about how I am going to deal with tonight, if someone did ring in, like at 3am. I am not quite sure if I can carry out like an ordinary people instead of yawning a very dry “hell0″ at this end of line. Before we left the office this afternoon, my boss told me that she wouldn’t mind to be pulled up from her bed by me, even it was 3 o’clock in the morning, just to say “hello, this is what I have done, is that okay?” I promised her I would try very hard to bother her knowing that usually this is not gonna happen anyway.

So, Now is 22:50pm. It’s the time to think about where I should put that emergency phone