That All-!mposing Presence

(Please read two posts below before this one and read the post below after that one and before this one.)

I like my job. Some people I know may think I don't and think I should move on but I like it.

I do, however, could do without a number of things that happen through out the day.

But....

If you don't, at least put on a happy face. At least on my bad days, I don't let the customers or clients know it's shitty or that the day is full of crap.

So for that nurse at Station 5 at the hospital yesterday, look as if you care when I walk up to the window to hand you the information sheet.

Or don't give me that "what the fuck, don't you know where the washroom is, you past it on the way up here" look when I ask where the washroom is for my dad.

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For that EMT guy that I pulled up to just outside of the ER area. I know you were probably on break and talking to your girlfriend about what's for dinner that night, but could you be at least helpful when I ask for a hand rather than saying "I'm just a paramedic and you can't pull up to the ER doors, that's for the ambalance."

I was looking for a spot where I can pull up to take my dad into the ER, instead of parking all the way down the fucking parking lot without blocking other vehicles.

They "speaky no english" and I can't just drop them off while I park you fuck.

If you are going on a break, maybe hide somewhere where. Because when you look like a person of importance, people will come up to you for help even when you don't get paid for it.


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For you doc, well, I know it was early evening by the time you saw my dad and there are other patients around waiting in line, but you could have at least cleaned the dried blood around the wound after you froze the area up for the staples. It may make it easier to dress it later or to clean it up.

Fuck, I could have done that at home before I brought my dad in if I knew you weren't going to do it. Or while I was waiting in line with the other folks.


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That's my small rant for today. Thanks for sticking around to the end of it.

I do thank the nice nurses at the admin area signing up the paper work.

Take A Bow...I !nsist.

(read post below prior to this one)

There are lots of jobs out there that get there undo attention and gratitude. And those people in the position of helping others deserve our thanks for the thankless jobs.

We have....

Our mothers.

Doctors.

The janitor that cleans that nasty, nasty toilet.

Nurses.

Care-givers.

EMT guys.

The jobs you see on that show Dirty Jobs on Discovery Channel.

Special needs assistants.

Men & Women in arms.

___________ Fill in the blank.

They do it all.

If You Wanted To Do Something, All You Have To Do !s Ask.

Apparently, there is a little bit of Evil Knievel that exists in my dad. My Dad who will turn 83 a few months ago. The daredevil himself who thinks his abilities from a child carrys through his somewhat elderly limbs.

There is a point in life where you say "fuck it" and milk the senior card. Pops, 83, and mommy, 81, my kids as I call them, will not grab that "get out of jail free" card and tell from the tree tops "wipe my ass".

That isn't them.... and lord help me, I'll probably end up the same way.

So the limbs of my young dad decided to not listen to his brain when he got up to go to the washroom. Instead, his stutter step turned into a head dive into the divider wall beside the fridge and apply a soon to be 2" war wound on the top of his forehead.

It was bleeding good. He was a trooper and didn't think much of it..... "a flesh wound, I say".

After waiting over two hours later in the Emergency Room, for a doc to freeze and staple the wound shut. Another 10 minutes for a nurse to wander in and toss a piece of gauze at the river of flesh & metal and wrapped his up good.

Boo-boo all better.