Well,
Does anyone else get frustrated at there job? This week has been aggravating!!!!!! Our Boss hired an Emt Basic, who cannot function as an emt without a paramedic's supervision. So I get shafted off of my ambulance (I worked almost a year to get on an ALS ambulance) and stuck on a BLS rig. OMG!!!!!!! THAT IS SO STUPID!!!! Plus, this emt can only work on Tuesdays and Thursdays, which are two of my three scheduled days.
On the plus side, I had my review this week and I got a raise!!! YEAH!!!!!
Hope any readers I have out there enjoy this.
Talk at ya Later True Believers!
Friday, April 15, 2005
Saturday, April 02, 2005
Erin and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day! (PARODY ALERT)
This is going to be a multi-part series. I am using somewhat the same format of the book, but it will have differences.
And now on to some fun
I woke up and saw the alarm said 4:30 instead of 5:30 and I knew it would be a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day. I couldn't find my black socks, they were dirty, so I had to wear navy blue ones instead.
I got in to the car, and there wasn't enough gas to drive to work, so I had to stop for gas. The gas station was out of 1 liter dews, they only had the small dews. I told the clerk,
"I'm moving to Florida, where they never run out of 1 liters."
On the way to work, I got stuck behind six semis and at least 12 slowpoke drivers. It took me forever and I couldn't find any songs on the radio. I swear one of the disc jockeys said
"For all those commuting, this could be a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day!" Well duh
When I got to the station, ambulance 54 and 56were broken, and I had to use 52 and go up BLS(I hate going up BLS) Jerry said I wasn't his favorite partner, Matt was. Boss said I wasn't his best employee Christine was. We did all the calls, while the shift car slept all day. I told Jerry,
"It doesn't matter, I'm moving to Florida where companies take better care of their ambulances!"
I fogot my lunch, and all GS Hospital had was Bugles and Capri Suns. Patrick told us we could go home, and then at 8:30, he told us we had a call going into Chicago. I hate Chicago runs.
We finally got back to the station, and I told Valerie I was moving to Florida. She told me everyone has terrible, horrible, no good, very bad days. Even in Florida.
The End, Part One
And now on to some fun
I woke up and saw the alarm said 4:30 instead of 5:30 and I knew it would be a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day. I couldn't find my black socks, they were dirty, so I had to wear navy blue ones instead.
I got in to the car, and there wasn't enough gas to drive to work, so I had to stop for gas. The gas station was out of 1 liter dews, they only had the small dews. I told the clerk,
"I'm moving to Florida, where they never run out of 1 liters."
On the way to work, I got stuck behind six semis and at least 12 slowpoke drivers. It took me forever and I couldn't find any songs on the radio. I swear one of the disc jockeys said
"For all those commuting, this could be a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day!" Well duh
When I got to the station, ambulance 54 and 56were broken, and I had to use 52 and go up BLS(I hate going up BLS) Jerry said I wasn't his favorite partner, Matt was. Boss said I wasn't his best employee Christine was. We did all the calls, while the shift car slept all day. I told Jerry,
"It doesn't matter, I'm moving to Florida where companies take better care of their ambulances!"
I fogot my lunch, and all GS Hospital had was Bugles and Capri Suns. Patrick told us we could go home, and then at 8:30, he told us we had a call going into Chicago. I hate Chicago runs.
We finally got back to the station, and I told Valerie I was moving to Florida. She told me everyone has terrible, horrible, no good, very bad days. Even in Florida.
The End, Part One
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