Ok, so y'all probably know that when I'm well enough to work I'm an EMT for the emergency services down here in Sussex, I LOVE my job, I don't mean that in the general wishy washy way that occasionally people who think they should love their job say it, I mean it in the I would go without food and sleep and shelter and comfort to get a few more hours out on the Rig way. This job has been the making of me, I have never been so passionate about anything before in my life...
Working on an ambulance in emergency situations means I see all kinds of people in all kinds of situations (which is part of why I like it so much) I get to laugh with people, empathise with them, support them, see them at their best and their absolute worst, I have saved people but I have also lost people.
Mine has been the last voice heard by some before they have passed away, I have held the hands of dying patients, looked into their eyes and lied to them to give them some comfort in the last minutes of their life...it has at times been harder than I could have ever thought possible but no matter what, no matter how many late night road traffic collisions, or violent assults I go to, I would still rather be doing this than anything else in the world...because it only takes one 'good' job to wash away all the pain of the 'bad' jobs and you can't imagine how high your soul can soar when you know you just gave somebody back their life...
I have very strong views over discussing relationship problems outside of the relationship, I believe that as every story has two sides discussing it with a third party when both people aren't present is destructive and hurtful.
An example of this would be J telling his friends about an argument we have had, this means that the next time J turns round and asks me to go out with his friends I know that the last time I was present in the conversation it was a negative one, this makes it difficult for me to have any kind of 'good' relationship with J's friends. Because of this and because people very rarely mention the great moments in a relationship J and I decided long ago to that we would not do this.
Over the years I kept to this promise...J did not...I suppose if I were of the tough skinned variety now that we're not together anymore I wouldn't be hurt by this, but I am not of the tough skinned variety...
I wore nail varnish today, for the first time ever! Conclusive evidence that I DO in fact have girl genes...somewhere, hidden very, very, very deeply amidst the hankering for heavy metal and motorbike riding...
Admittedly it was a somewhat dark shade of maroon, (not exactly the barbie pink frosting that I normally associate with nail varnish) and painted on my somewhat short, currently unbitten *waits for suitable noises of awe and amazement* nails that most women would probably view with scorn and pity but I'M proud, this is an accomplishment in my world.
...this post needs pictures...I have no pictures...you'll have to take my word for it, they are very cute.
You'll back me up won't you? You'll say I was round having a nice cup of tea and cake right?
She's driving me nuts...I have to keep taking elaborately long and deep breaths to stay calm. I think my consternation face must be somewhat WTFish as I recently had a "You look confused" from the aforementioned trainer and had to bite my tongue (quite hard!) so as not to retort in a...less than civil manner.
I wasn't confused I was pissed off. I'm an adult (almost all of the time)and I've been working on Ambulances as an EMT for over two years now, so teaching Emergency Life Support (which I've been doing for a year) is something that I don't find particularly difficult, now whilst I appreciate the fact that this course I'm on will validate my teaching and give me a valuable qualification I'm not mad keen on the woman giving the course.
I am not there to be patronised and my current trainer is slowly driving me to distraction, an example of a classroom activity would be a question presented thus:
"A Trainer arrives at a venue and asks for a white board and pen, which the venue does not have. What could they have done differently?"
Is it me?! Maybe I'm wildly unreasonable and judgmental? My initial instinct was "Ummmm bring one with you??" I couldn't quite believe I'd been asked the question with any level of seriousness.
So I was watching TV earlier this evening and the usual plethora of skincare adverts assault the screen with their various promises of youthful complexions and smoothed skin etc followed by one for Olay something-or-other which starts:
"Not ready to take drastic measures in skincare...yet?"
YET?!??
What the hell YET?!?
The implication being that it'll only be a matter of time before you come to your senses and take the expected step of surgery! What's that all about?! It concerns me somewhat to know that young easily influenced teenagers will see that and grow up expecting to include cosmetic surgery in their retinue! I don't have anything massively against cosmetic surgery, I believe it's a personal choice, I DO have a problem when the model used to demonstrate the product is under 30 herself!!
Grrrrrr!
Lessal x
P.S. Apologies for the excessive use of exclamation points there I was in a bit of a tizz...
Pizza twice in one week is bad, very bad, condemnable-y bad and ordering it for the second time this week led me to wonder if perhaps the employees at the pizza place don't occasionally consider a conscientious cut off?
To be honest I wouldn't blame them...I'd completely understand...just so long as they didn't try to do it when I was ordering pizza...because then there'd be blood-shed and pain and...other very bad things that happen to people when they try to withhold junk food from me.
Why do people ask something if they have no interest in listening to the answer?
It's something I really struggle with! Don't ask me if you really don't care! It saves us both a lot of time and energy and also me the illusion that you actually give a crap to begin with...
Grrrr, sorry, I needed to get that off of my chest. I'm done now.
Ok, so I went for a wee today (What?! It happens, everyone does it!) anyway, so whilst going for my wee (Oh grow up!) I was confronted with not one but two loo roll dispensers!? One on either side!
Now what's that all about? Do they think the concept of a dual roll dispenser might be too much for you? Is it some sort of "equal-handed" initiative? Are they worried about being sued by left handed people for discrimination?? Perhaps it's an attempt to empower us "loo-users" by offering us multiple wipe choices?
To be honest, I've no idea, but in my pre-coffee, sleep-adled state, it did nothing except confuse me slightly...
distressed