days go by. . .
First things first. . .
After following Survivor since the first season, I have finally come to own a Survivor buff!! How awesome is that? Check it out! Anyways, thanks to Donna for making my silly dream of owning a buff a reality! ;)
Moving on. . .
It's been a fairly busy time since the last entry. I've got all the Christmas shopping done and all the decorations up (I'm still the only one in my little complex with lights up!). Went out to Cadillac Ranch with Melissa. That was good times. I couldn't hear anything for a good while after, but it can still be in the good times category. We had our Dispatchers' Christmas party. It was at Chilis, the food wasn't too stellar. The greatest thing was when you ordered one margarita they brought you two! It was excellent. So luckily I had it all arranged and I was able to partake in tasty margaritas! Thanks Marisa! THe next margarita experience was at the Mexican resturant in Georgetown, peach ones! They were quite tasty. I did the nice thing, and let Marisa get trashed, and I drove. . .
There hasn't been calls that have been too interesting lately. Just random stupid people. I don't think that they even realize how stupid they sound when they call. Last time I checked I am not a miricle worker!
Today I had a call from a lady in Florida (short version):
Lady: My parents are somewhere in Kentucky at a campground somewhere off I-75 and they're stuck.
Me: You have no idea WHERE in Kentucky, I-75 does go through the whole state.
Lady: No, I have no idea. They called from their cell phone and said they were at a campground off I-75 and were stuck. They're . . .
Me: They called you, and not 9-1-1?
Lady: I guess so. They're 80yrs old, I need you to find them. Can't you trace the phone call and at least tell me what phone service they have??
Me: No. Not unless they call 9-1-1 and it hits a tower that comes to my Post. And sometimes that doesn't work either.
Lady: You mean you can't find every campsite in the vicinity of I-75? I'm looking online right now and I can't find any.
Me: Well, if you're looking online and can't find them-I'm not real sure what I can do for you.
Lady: Are you sure you can't trace the call?
Me: yes, I am sure.
Lady: I just want to know where they are, I guess I'll keep looking. Bye
Me: All right. Goodbye.
Geez. . .what do people think! Only on TV can you trace any phone number while also finding out the exact location of the call. Real life, more specifically Kentucky, isn't quite as technologically advanced! My guess is, they called 9-1-1 and got the help they needed. I would like to believe that they have more sense than thier child does!
Well, I'm off to bed. . .more wonderful tales of dispatch land at a later date!
After following Survivor since the first season, I have finally come to own a Survivor buff!! How awesome is that? Check it out! Anyways, thanks to Donna for making my silly dream of owning a buff a reality! ;)
Moving on. . .
It's been a fairly busy time since the last entry. I've got all the Christmas shopping done and all the decorations up (I'm still the only one in my little complex with lights up!). Went out to Cadillac Ranch with Melissa. That was good times. I couldn't hear anything for a good while after, but it can still be in the good times category. We had our Dispatchers' Christmas party. It was at Chilis, the food wasn't too stellar. The greatest thing was when you ordered one margarita they brought you two! It was excellent. So luckily I had it all arranged and I was able to partake in tasty margaritas! Thanks Marisa! THe next margarita experience was at the Mexican resturant in Georgetown, peach ones! They were quite tasty. I did the nice thing, and let Marisa get trashed, and I drove. . .
There hasn't been calls that have been too interesting lately. Just random stupid people. I don't think that they even realize how stupid they sound when they call. Last time I checked I am not a miricle worker!
Today I had a call from a lady in Florida (short version):
Lady: My parents are somewhere in Kentucky at a campground somewhere off I-75 and they're stuck.
Me: You have no idea WHERE in Kentucky, I-75 does go through the whole state.
Lady: No, I have no idea. They called from their cell phone and said they were at a campground off I-75 and were stuck. They're . . .
Me: They called you, and not 9-1-1?
Lady: I guess so. They're 80yrs old, I need you to find them. Can't you trace the phone call and at least tell me what phone service they have??
Me: No. Not unless they call 9-1-1 and it hits a tower that comes to my Post. And sometimes that doesn't work either.
Lady: You mean you can't find every campsite in the vicinity of I-75? I'm looking online right now and I can't find any.
Me: Well, if you're looking online and can't find them-I'm not real sure what I can do for you.
Lady: Are you sure you can't trace the call?
Me: yes, I am sure.
Lady: I just want to know where they are, I guess I'll keep looking. Bye
Me: All right. Goodbye.
Geez. . .what do people think! Only on TV can you trace any phone number while also finding out the exact location of the call. Real life, more specifically Kentucky, isn't quite as technologically advanced! My guess is, they called 9-1-1 and got the help they needed. I would like to believe that they have more sense than thier child does!
Well, I'm off to bed. . .more wonderful tales of dispatch land at a later date!