Sometimes It’s a Test
I love my job, and I like most of the people I work with. Mondays are good, I work with a competent person, whom I am not babysitting, we get a good flood of calls, and for the most part everything goes smoothly. We always run into a few snags in our plan for a good day, but its never really anything severe. Dispatch pretending they don’t know what it’s like to be in the field, or just boring transport calls with patients that are non responsive and foaming at the mouth. But all that is normal, you learn to deal with the things you cant change. But today, today was different. And it started out so good. We got sent to the beach at Far Rockaway, I had some homework to do, and we didn’t get our first call for 3 hours. So while my partner napped, I worked. All was good. So why did it all go bad. And I guess it wasn’t to be expected, I mean, I do work in a Medical Transport Business. Any way, Between Psych Patients hitting, kicking, and spiting on me, Patients in respiratory failure with families that want to drive them clear across county lines just because its easier for their daughter to visit later, and morbidly obese patients that don’t understand why they cant fit on a regular stretcher,(and i really cant just say, “its because you gave up some time ago, and now your’e big.) this day just climbed the charts of the days I believe my company is testing me. And then at the end of the night, to ask me if I want to stay on the clock in crazy territory to earn some overtime, Um, NO THANKS. I’d love your money, but some things just clearly are not worth the cash. Oh but how I love my job.
So theres my rate for the day.
