Or some of the time. Or once upon a time. You get really good at it, too. It's a juggling act, fraught with tension and the sure knowledge that there is no net to catch the flaming swords you've got whizzing about in the air. Now You see, as dispatchers, we get problems dropped into our headsets and we act now to solve them as best we can.
Stuff comes in, actions roll out.
That clock is ticking, you know. Four minutes without oxygen and the brain starts to die. Fires double in size every twelve seconds. Now, Comm Center supervisors, as a general rule, started out as dispatchers. I'm not denigrating anyone-I have to deal with my own desires to solve stuff now, this minute.