It's a beautiful day in MY neighborhood...

So, I had this fleeting thought this week that I couldn’t remember what day it was…and rightfully so, considering I didn’t leave my desk all day Friday unless I had to go to the bathroom. This is because I was teaching CPR all week while simultaneously serving on a committee for the College and not having been in my office since 8 May. I had to at least get ONE office day in there to return the 23 messages I had gotten and file the mountain of paperwork that had amassed itself on my desk, who, by the way, was complaining about the ridiculous amount of weight from aforementioned paper.

I know there are those who laughed pointedly at me upon finding out that I took this job. They pointed their fingers and raucously told me that I was getting myself into trouble. That the meetings and committees and red-tape would be so overwhelming that I would one day turn the lights off in my office and slit my wrists with a letter opener. And then there were others that told me that I was made for field-work and that being a desk-jockey would lose its luster after the third day of high-heeled, foot-throbbing agony. And of course, let us not forget to pay an homage to the contingent that thought that make-up and skirts were the antithesis of my fashion sense. Silly, mocking people! I have JAP (Jewish American Princess) tendencies in the deep recesses of my id! I CAN pull off high-heels and make-up and pretend to be high-maintenance, though I do still refuse to accessorize…

Despite the stark change in surroundings, the disappearance of my comfort-zone (AKA the ambulance) and the necessity of pantyhose, I am in love with my job! I look forward to going to work in the morning despite the fact that most of the time I don’t know what I’m supposed to do when I get there until I look at my planner.

Most people think that I write contracts all day and answer phones, but no (!), there is SO much more to it than that! I won’t bore you with the sordid details of “A day in the life of the EMS Coordinator”, for I know that what is terribly exciting to me (writing policies for the EMS program, for example) would make most people fall asleep while eating and cause them to wear cornflakes on their foreheads from slamming their heads into the bowl. There have been SO many activities that allow me to be creative and take me outside of my comfort-zone. They are challenging and force me to think, and let’s face it, the more practice my brain gets, the better! (Some of you that really know me understand that last statement…)
Now, I won’t say that there isn’t some red tape…I still work for the G-O-V…so it’s inevitable. Meetings, committees and seminars, oh my! They do sometimes clog up what could be a wonderfully productive day. Some of them are necessary, I must admit, much to my chagrin. Most of the time, a meeting is like communism: well-though out, well-planned and bulleted nicely on clean paper, but when implemented practically, becomes a bona fide “Charlie-Foxtrot”. I once had a supervisor (Sir McDuffie) who advised me to blindly run, screaming and arms flailing from ANY meeting that I was destined to be a part of. Though I now completely understand that sentiment, I do find some of them necessary.


I will say this: EMS Education is loads of fun and though I know that NONE of you envy this position, it has been a little, girly ray of sunshine for me. I miss being a street soldier/ditch-doc, but I have found quite the niche’ at the college. Let’s just hope I can convince them that I am something worth holding on to…

I will say, Hooray for Insomnia! It has become a new friend recently as tasks begin to mount, and I must adjourn this little Ginny’s-life-peepshow so I can get a few hours of sleep before going in to write more policies. Somewhere inside, I think it’s just plain WRONG to be excited about that….But you know what? I don’t care.