Change of season, change of direction
So it seems fitting that I am starting to feel better about the same time that we are moving from Spring in to Summer (happy summer folks). A cynic will tell me that my feeling of being recharged is due to the fact that, still fighting the effects of Mono, my doctors have chosen to put me back on some steroids. I choose to look at things differently. Perhaps my good mood is combined with finding the time to get that pedicure I have been meaning to get since January and digging out some open toed shoes to declare my allegiance to the season change.
Class (EMT-I) is officially over - I took and passed my county written and practical exams with high enough but not savant-like marks two weekends ago. This past weekend I sat for the National Registry exam. For that exam you find out on the spot about practicals (passed them all on the first try). It will be some weeks before the written is graded and results are posted. I think I did well enough, but it is one of those tests composed entirely of questions of the most right and the least wrong selections. Add that to recovering from illness and a very long day (we started the written 6 hours after starting practical testing, no breaks) … we shall see. Registry allows for several attempts at the testing and worse case scenario … I retake the written without having to fuss with the, now completed, practicals the same day.
One would think that this class completion with leave me with a gaping expanse of spare time … but no. I seem to have every night this week just as booked as before. Sometime I will have to understand where all my time goes. Oh wait - this week there is an additional session of dance, preparing for recital this weekend. No I do not have directions, locations or times to tell you about - if you are invited, you know already.
So combine feeling a bit better (did I mention how much one can improve quality of life with simple basic DRUGS) with wrapping up class and you find me spending the night at the firehouse for a full 12 hour shift, in station for the first time in actually - months. Staying at the station is a different pace of thing than taking a chase vehicle home. In some ways being at home is more relaxing - really I can get laundry done on those shifts. On the other hand being at the station is all about eating with the crew, decompressing, picking on one another … apples and oranges really. Karmically - last night we got 5 calls (a true busy night for us). Nothing like jumping back into the deep end of the pool. Neatly bracketed with the 6pm and the 5:30am call. There is no joy in getting out of bed at 0522 at a blind rush and STILL getting to work late.
On other news, I get to have lots of news when I go a month between updates … I have made a long considered and hard decision to rent out a room of my house. Frankly with the cost of living in scenic Loudoun county, I should have done it long ago but I was too selfish to share my space. He is a coworker of a friend and he managed to be mumbling about needing to find a place in the same span of three days that I was mumbling about needing to break down and find a housemate. My new roommate will be moving in sometime over the next week, so if you call the house say hi to Tad and be nice.
Class is over and it is time to start thinking about PENNSIC. I have so much to do between now and then I suspect. I have years of gear to check thought and maintenance. I have garb to alter and replace. I have inventory to do to find all the things that I haven’t pulled out in the - gaak - too long since I have been to an extended camping event. So anyone that is interested in a sewing session, a casting-palloza, a tent and infrastructure clean and refurb day … let me know. I am in! Too much thinking about the workload and I am going to freak out. Perhaps this is a year NOT to make a to do list.
But, work definitely comes with a to do list and I need to be getting back to mine now.
Class (EMT-I) is officially over - I took and passed my county written and practical exams with high enough but not savant-like marks two weekends ago. This past weekend I sat for the National Registry exam. For that exam you find out on the spot about practicals (passed them all on the first try). It will be some weeks before the written is graded and results are posted. I think I did well enough, but it is one of those tests composed entirely of questions of the most right and the least wrong selections. Add that to recovering from illness and a very long day (we started the written 6 hours after starting practical testing, no breaks) … we shall see. Registry allows for several attempts at the testing and worse case scenario … I retake the written without having to fuss with the, now completed, practicals the same day.
One would think that this class completion with leave me with a gaping expanse of spare time … but no. I seem to have every night this week just as booked as before. Sometime I will have to understand where all my time goes. Oh wait - this week there is an additional session of dance, preparing for recital this weekend. No I do not have directions, locations or times to tell you about - if you are invited, you know already.
So combine feeling a bit better (did I mention how much one can improve quality of life with simple basic DRUGS) with wrapping up class and you find me spending the night at the firehouse for a full 12 hour shift, in station for the first time in actually - months. Staying at the station is a different pace of thing than taking a chase vehicle home. In some ways being at home is more relaxing - really I can get laundry done on those shifts. On the other hand being at the station is all about eating with the crew, decompressing, picking on one another … apples and oranges really. Karmically - last night we got 5 calls (a true busy night for us). Nothing like jumping back into the deep end of the pool. Neatly bracketed with the 6pm and the 5:30am call. There is no joy in getting out of bed at 0522 at a blind rush and STILL getting to work late.
On other news, I get to have lots of news when I go a month between updates … I have made a long considered and hard decision to rent out a room of my house. Frankly with the cost of living in scenic Loudoun county, I should have done it long ago but I was too selfish to share my space. He is a coworker of a friend and he managed to be mumbling about needing to find a place in the same span of three days that I was mumbling about needing to break down and find a housemate. My new roommate will be moving in sometime over the next week, so if you call the house say hi to Tad and be nice.
Class is over and it is time to start thinking about PENNSIC. I have so much to do between now and then I suspect. I have years of gear to check thought and maintenance. I have garb to alter and replace. I have inventory to do to find all the things that I haven’t pulled out in the - gaak - too long since I have been to an extended camping event. So anyone that is interested in a sewing session, a casting-palloza, a tent and infrastructure clean and refurb day … let me know. I am in! Too much thinking about the workload and I am going to freak out. Perhaps this is a year NOT to make a to do list.
But, work definitely comes with a to do list and I need to be getting back to mine now.