So, I'm sitting at work, as I'm prone to do, and both of my crews happened to be back at the base. There's a student riding along today as well, so there was quite the crowd.
Much of our time was spent discussing strippers and glitter. And puking out of cars that are going down the road. Yeah... These are the things that amuse us.
As we're sitting here, thoroughly engrossed in important converstaions, one of the medics was messing around with the drawstring at the bottom of the fleece sweatshirt she was wearing. I see her out of the corner of my eye, but don't think too much about it. After all, we're both smokers and sometimes, you just gotta do something with your hands so you don't chain smoke around here.
We're all giggling, cuzz that's what you do when you're having important and thought provoking discussions about strippers, glitter and puke, and I start to hear the medic say, "Ow". I look at her and she has her finger in the drawstring of the fleece. She pulls on the drawstring with her finger in it and yells, "Ow!". I stare at her and realize that she has managed to get her finger stuck in the drawstring somehow.
*blink*
She pulls again and yells, "OW!". As she's pulling, the drawstring is getting tighter on her finger. She repeated this about 5 times before one of the EMTs helps her get unstuck. I would have helped myself, except that I was far too busy laughing myself into tears.
I'm still giggling a bit. And I now have black smears on my face.
And just think, we're the people who are responsible for saving your lives when you have an emergency. Dontcha feel SO much safer now? :-P
(I have to apologize for the spelling in this. For some reason, the spell check option doesn't work on the work computer. Of course, I could just learn to spell, but where would the fun be in that?)
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Yeah, just don't put the disabled woman on hold while her GD bed is burning!
The spell check thing has been going on like 2 weeks with me. I read on someone else's blog where it's not working for them, either. I suck at spelling. I embarrass myself.
I only heard part of that report this morning, but the peopel I work with explained to me what happened cuzz intially, I didn't understand what the issue was, since sometimes you can't get people there fast enough. However, when I was told that it was discovered that there were like 15 other operator/dispatchers standing around with out calls, it became clear to me that it was a case of assholes being lazy. People like those and the one dispatcher in Detroit who told the little boy to stop playing on the phone while his mom was dying make me SO angry! It's NOT that difficult to dispatch well. I can understand having a ginormous call load, but that's no excuse.
This made me smile. And trust me, right now that is most important. Thanks, darlin'.
I'm glad I could make you smile.
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That's not as bad as my neighbor falling off a laddar last week while hanging a goofy looking Easter flag. He is a fire fighter :)
I just "found" you today. I wonder if I should be embarrassed to admit I have read through most of the archives....nope.
LOL I'm flattered that you read through them! I'll be the first to admit that there are quite a few entries where I sound like some bitchy teenager. o_O
Hope you enjoy reading!
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