Ahhh, the first day of work in a new system, quite like the first day of school, where no one knows anyone else and everyone is feeling a bit awkward. Except instead of feeling incredibly inept about our acne or our bodies, we can feel inept about our social standing in a new environment. I swear it was a behaviorists wet-dream. All the little fishies in one pond... Of course, I could just be imaging things, there was a girl sitting in front of me that looked like she had been carved out of cream cheese. I'm sure her plastic surgeon was proud. Her tits were so big they probably could've doubled as a flotation device but then I'm sure if she had been a flight attendant, she would've been teased mercilessly...
But I digress, I sat on my ass all day and drank 6 cups of coffee to stay awake. I would've rather been doing something productive, like cleaning a toilet. Anything to keep me from having to listen to policies, proper work attire and employee health. Zzzzzzzzz....
It was quite the anticlimactic resolution to a life following my last shift in Durham, which lasted close to 17 hours and was full of the regular bullshit. Although Grandma did get shot in the arm around 0330 and I got to say goodbye to all of my regular buddies in the ERs at Duke and Regional and the officers and firemen I love so much. I have had some amazing, life-altering experiences there. It was my home and family when my own was far away. I wonder sometimes how people can get so close to coworkers. A word that by its very nature denotes disassociation, would never belie the friendships I have forged. Though I describe with intense sarcasm the inner workings of my life, I have seen the horrible tragedies that befall people and the atrocious things that people do to one-another. I have seen these things with the wonderful men and women of Durham County EMS. Those paramedics, some of them incredible, and some of them dumb as a box of rocks, are among the best human beings on the planet that I have had the pleasure to know. Damn, but I will miss them all.
So in tribute I say to them, should they peruse this gallery of wandering thought, a lingering testament of my presence there:
"Fuckity Fuck, Fuck, Fuck"Love,
Potty Mouth
