Oops!

Friday, September 19, 2008

Category: Life So I haven't been myself the last couple days. Less energy than usually and a little sick to my stomach. Is it the stress? Worry about my grades? Trade time and work? Too many questions dummy. One at a time. Stress- no more than usual. Grades- you gotta be kidding, I've screwed the curve up so bad they've started throwing out my score so there can be a scale. Trade time- a little tight but I'm coping. Work- like any good bitch, I'm used to the multiple screwings and only complain about the weird/kinky stuff they now expect of their favorite old ho. No, the reason I have found for my violent homocidal/melencoly mood swings. In my zombie-like, sleep-deprived stupor, I forgot to take my mood enhancing, wonder pill. Oops! Problem solved.

Huh?

Sunday, September 14, 2008

Category: Jobs, Work, Careers Been thinking about a transport from this morning. My supervisor get a call for a CCT request. Meet a plane at Tri-State Airport and transport a pt to a local hospital. When he asked what was CCT about the call, he was advised nothing. It was a request by a program director to transport an employee's family member to the hospital. Whatever. We goto TSA to wait on the plane. The field crew tell us that the patient is on a commercial flight and will land soon. Yes, in case you think that was a typo, I said COMMERCIAL FLIGHT!! So, the plane lands and all the passengers disembark. The flight attendant signals us to board and collect our patient. Before we get to the ramp, our patient comes WALKING down to meet us. The patient and family are very nice and polite. We load them into our squad for transport. This is a very expensive cab. Best use of resources? Depends on your administrative status. We are at the bottom, as you may have infered from previous rants. Ours is not to question why, ours is to do and shut up.

Back to Damn Transports

Saturday, September 13, 2008

Back to Damn Transports Current mood: weird Ok, I got off tract. The transport I was ranting about accomplished it's mission. I didn't finish checking my squad, I didn't get it inspected and I didn't do my manditory EKG/Ink Blot exam. How will I ever know if I am capable of inteprating EKGs, much less the results of the subliminal psych exam. I mean I might be a dangerous sociopath or something.

Wait A Sec

Friday, September 12, 2008

Wait A Sec Current mood: aggravated I realized after my last blog (rant) that if anybody reads it, they'll wonder what's going on and why does it feel as if they're coming in on the middle of a conversation. Well, to be fair you are coming in on the middle but then again, I feel that way too. So, let's recap. I'm a CCT Paramedic for Cabell County EMS. If you're wonder what that is, don't worry, you are not alone. I don't know either. I mean I used to know and it seemed cool, kinda important and a real accomplishment. But now, I just a bitch for the system. And not just my companies system, oh no! My company had pimped me out, like their prison ho. Now Cabell Huntington Hospital gets a turn on me when ever CCEMS isn't using me. Butt wait there's more! If neither one of them aren't in the mood to screw me, they pass me around to St Mary's, Logan General, CAMC/Whatever or anyother facility that might give up a dollar for a turn on me. Why does he put up with this, you may be asking. Well, it was good for a long time, but CCEMS has outgrown me. It wants younger(dumber), healthier, go getters (idiots) to take over. So I've decided to go back to school and become a Respiratory Therapist. I due to retire in 2 years and it take 2 years to finish RT school. Good plan right? CCEMS should be happy. I'm making room for the young bloods and furthering myself in the process. At least that's how I thought it would go. Oh, HELL NO! They don't want me, but they don't me to go either. The powers that be says they're happy I'm trying to further myself, but they aren't going to make any concessions to assit me. That's fine if it was left at that. What they really meant was, this ho makes us too much money, we can't let him go easy. As a result, I can't transfer off the CCT truck (even though it was supposed to be a voluntary assignment), they relieved us of our saftey driver, and to top it off my partner quit and there isn't any CCT medics to put me with. I've had my trade time with non-CCT medics canceled and was notified I can only trade with CCT medics. This is such an awesome thing, my trade poolwent from 25-30 to 4-5 individuals. I'm stoaked! I get to miss my classes this Tuesday (9/16) because of this NEW policy! Oh, I forgot to mention that they often pimp me out for late nighters causing me to get off work late (I've already missed one class this way). My grades are all A's so far in school, but I can be dropped from the program for missing too much. I'm alotted 64 hours a year before expulsion, but I lose a grade point after 24. I've missed 1.5 hours so far. Only 62.5 to go. I'll keep the reader up to date on this development as well as my average I class (98.2 is an average of all 6 classes). Check back and I'll keep ranting.

Damn Transports

Friday, September 12, 2008

Damn Transports As if my world isn't hectic enough. I am trying to get my squad ready for state inspection and I get a call to transport a vent patient to a NURSING HOME! And of couse nothing is simple, I have to go to Marietta, OH! Plus everyone at work must take an EKG interp test today because our medical director think we are lacking at reading EKGs that have been copied soooo many times, they look more like an Ink Blot Test than a heart rhythm!

Reruns?

Reruns on a blog. You may be asking WTF dude?
Let me explain. I started blogging on Myspace last year when I discovered that I vent my frustration to the world at large via my phone. I have now moved on to what I hope to be a better venue. It occurred to me that new readers may become lost in my bizare view of reality. To this end I have decided to rerun my blogs from the past year so new and old readers can catch up or review them.
I hope this is helpful as well as entertaining.
Todd "Goader" Neal