One of the missing persons dialed my intercom after midnight. I'm glad the person is alive but boy did I regret answering. This person was unsettlingly drunk and passed out on my floor, kicking my furniture while sleeping. I tolerated it for an hour to let the drunk sleep it off and then said "okay, it's been really fun, time to go now!" Fortunately I was able to get the drunk out of my house without anything being broken.
So I spent the better half of today researching solutions for this person because this person said "Help Me." But when I texted the solutions I'd painstakingly researched all day, the person replied "Why are you doing this?"
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"Because you asked me to help."
Needless to say, I'm not answering my intercom anymore except for a delivery person. I did my part. I went above and beyond. Whatever happens to this person is this person's responsibility alone now. My phone is on airplane mode for the rest of the evening and now it is me-time. I am sick, exhausted, and off duty!
6:36 p.m. - 2019-01-08