I don’t care who you are. Nothing, NOTHING will ever trump the sight of coming home to a made bed at the end of a shift.
Apparently, “Yeah guys, you were killin it”, as a way to compliment my crew’s compression quality while we’re cleaning up a code scene is frowned upon.
MY BAD.
After three cups of coffee I am dialed the fuck in right now
“What do I make?”
Oh good Jesus Christ it just popped up on my dash. The “What Do I Make” fire and ems post, it’s like 1 person a year getting black plague after it was eradicated. No, NO MORE.
Jesus Christ there’s nothing more embarassing than having to be woken up for the call your AIC. What even is this shift
Tomasz Kaczowka was killed at age 19.
At age 19, I never would’ve thought I’d step off a rig thinking I’d be gunned down in a street. I never thought I’d even die. That just furthers to anger me, more and more.
