self-induced insanity
can someone please tell me why those of us in this profession cannot seem to have just one job? or why we cannot seem to allow ourselves more than 1 day off in a row??
i have 3 jobs, all of which i like, one of which i absolutely adore. sometimes i find myself on an 8 or 9 day stretch without a day off. i know i do this to myself. i know what my schedule is from week to week, and i allow myself to be over-worked. actually, i think other people call it "overworked". i call it "gainfully employed". i like working. a lot. i like being a productive member of society. and it doesn't hurt that i love my work.
i've encountered those in my profession who say, "you're just eager and excited. it'll pass." as if being in love with my work is some sort of infection that will work its way through my system. maybe it's viral. i get seriously irritated when people treat me like some kinda rookie who doesn't know enough yet to be irritated by her job. they're so fucking smug. like they've been everywhere and done everything and it just ain't exciting anymore. "been there...done that." oh please. if you're that bored with your work, go find another job before you infect the excited people with your apathy.
i've been at this for 10 years now. it hasn't worn off. i'm still excited. i still love being a paramedic. i still love being a firefighter. i still love flying.
to all those smug twits i say this: GO BE SMUG ELSEWHERE. don't try to diffuse my enthusiasm by detonating your attitude in front of me.
on that note...i'm off at 0700 to drive my ass home, fall into bed, and hopefully sleep immediately upon pillow contact. up at 1330. shower/shave/eat/coffee...drive to Altoona for a 14hr night tour. then back home, more immediate sleep, then back here for another night shift on tuesday night.
someday soon i will see my husband, who i believe refers to me as "that woman i used to live with". damn.
i have 3 jobs, all of which i like, one of which i absolutely adore. sometimes i find myself on an 8 or 9 day stretch without a day off. i know i do this to myself. i know what my schedule is from week to week, and i allow myself to be over-worked. actually, i think other people call it "overworked". i call it "gainfully employed". i like working. a lot. i like being a productive member of society. and it doesn't hurt that i love my work.
i've encountered those in my profession who say, "you're just eager and excited. it'll pass." as if being in love with my work is some sort of infection that will work its way through my system. maybe it's viral. i get seriously irritated when people treat me like some kinda rookie who doesn't know enough yet to be irritated by her job. they're so fucking smug. like they've been everywhere and done everything and it just ain't exciting anymore. "been there...done that." oh please. if you're that bored with your work, go find another job before you infect the excited people with your apathy.
i've been at this for 10 years now. it hasn't worn off. i'm still excited. i still love being a paramedic. i still love being a firefighter. i still love flying.
to all those smug twits i say this: GO BE SMUG ELSEWHERE. don't try to diffuse my enthusiasm by detonating your attitude in front of me.
on that note...i'm off at 0700 to drive my ass home, fall into bed, and hopefully sleep immediately upon pillow contact. up at 1330. shower/shave/eat/coffee...drive to Altoona for a 14hr night tour. then back home, more immediate sleep, then back here for another night shift on tuesday night.
someday soon i will see my husband, who i believe refers to me as "that woman i used to live with". damn.