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Not a smart move. When you have a City EMT/Ambulance driver working on her thirteenth hour of much needed sleep do NOT turn a movie on full volume. ESPECIALLY NOT when the people are screaming. Sorta woke me up, y'know? We can all thank the girl who is staying with Nicki and enjoys wearing about as much clothing as some of my patients. Bitter? Ask Char about bitterness. ^_~
Speaking of Char, she cooked me dinner last night which was absolutely wonderful. I had a long and uneventful day at Metro (only drove red once, which is truly a dissappointment)so it was very nice to see a very, very yummy dinner waiting for my return. Plus, I got to see Char, even though I sleep here, it is something I really get to indulge in.
I think I made Char laugh last night. I curled into bed, passed out...completely dead to the world...at nine o'clock. Suddenly the sirens go off over at Chili Fire Department. I must have made an obviously apparent fidget in the bed because Char snorted, "I guess someone is awake!"
Lets see...what else. Oh, I cleared!!!! After my first call on Monday my trainer comes up to me, "you are getting a signature today". I was cleared with missing drive time and all!!! Only two people from my orientation class have cleared and of the Urban EMTs only three of us made it out the gate into actually working at Rural Metro.
My partner yesterday got to see me freak out. Around 1200 we get a call over the nextel telling us to return to base. Uh oh, supervisor on the phone. We were just finishing up a call with an extremely long en route time, which means the call is free for our clients. That's over three hundred dollars! I, remembering that most of my Urban EMTers were fired, grow nervous. Actually no, incredibly anxious with a side of hysteria. With eyes glued to the road, hands held tight, I think of where I'll be going to work after I go back to base and get fired.
We pull into base, hop out and walk to dispatch. Kenny, the Barry Manalow of EMS Dispatching, hands us a menu. "We want you to go get us lunch at Sticky Lips." I about near crapped my britches. No firing! We get barbeque! AND we get an actual lunch. That's right folks, in the world of EMS there are no lunch breaks. Yesterday, my partner and I got an hour long lunch break in the shade watching the mounted police wander into there stable built into a parking garage (freaked me out a couple of times. Full-sized draft horses just walking into a cement structure).
Speaking of Char, she cooked me dinner last night which was absolutely wonderful. I had a long and uneventful day at Metro (only drove red once, which is truly a dissappointment)so it was very nice to see a very, very yummy dinner waiting for my return. Plus, I got to see Char, even though I sleep here, it is something I really get to indulge in.
I think I made Char laugh last night. I curled into bed, passed out...completely dead to the world...at nine o'clock. Suddenly the sirens go off over at Chili Fire Department. I must have made an obviously apparent fidget in the bed because Char snorted, "I guess someone is awake!"
Lets see...what else. Oh, I cleared!!!! After my first call on Monday my trainer comes up to me, "you are getting a signature today". I was cleared with missing drive time and all!!! Only two people from my orientation class have cleared and of the Urban EMTs only three of us made it out the gate into actually working at Rural Metro.
My partner yesterday got to see me freak out. Around 1200 we get a call over the nextel telling us to return to base. Uh oh, supervisor on the phone. We were just finishing up a call with an extremely long en route time, which means the call is free for our clients. That's over three hundred dollars! I, remembering that most of my Urban EMTers were fired, grow nervous. Actually no, incredibly anxious with a side of hysteria. With eyes glued to the road, hands held tight, I think of where I'll be going to work after I go back to base and get fired.
We pull into base, hop out and walk to dispatch. Kenny, the Barry Manalow of EMS Dispatching, hands us a menu. "We want you to go get us lunch at Sticky Lips." I about near crapped my britches. No firing! We get barbeque! AND we get an actual lunch. That's right folks, in the world of EMS there are no lunch breaks. Yesterday, my partner and I got an hour long lunch break in the shade watching the mounted police wander into there stable built into a parking garage (freaked me out a couple of times. Full-sized draft horses just walking into a cement structure).