MedicPrincess
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Yesterday was my day. It seemed like everytime I turned around someone was saying I "hurt their feelings." Its like the whole dang world got together, put on their "kitty-cat" panties and were then sent to interact with me at some point.
First I had to say sorry to one of the BLS EMT's for "hurting her feelings" when I talked to her. So I'm already pissed because she lied to get me in trouble, so before I said my sorry I called her on it. When our Shift CPT saw my point on how she must be embellishing the truth, (it all came down to her accusing me of swearing at her, but she said I used the GD word. Everyone knows I don't use that one, my swear word of choice is the F--k word. If she'd of said I threw that one at her, she'd of had me there)....so our Shift CPT says we both know sometimes when I say things they get misinterrpreted, so a simple I'm sorry for hurting your feelings will help.
So I'm leaning against a wall, arms crossed, not looking at this little idiot and trying my hardest not to laugh, I'm say... "Sorry."
My shift CPT, that little, butthole says..."Dammit...Say it like you mean it!!"
WTF!!! Am I in the 1st grade now??? Okay, how in the hell am I supposed to say it like I mean it when what I really ought to do is beat the crap outta her for trying to get me taken off my truck so she can get the ALS slot. But somehow I manage to say it again, and my CPT says "Is that the best you can do?"
And you could almost hear the perverbial camels back break...as I start talking... "She F**King LIED! Yes thats the best shes getting. I'll go home before I tell her sorry again! She only THINKS her feelings were hurt this morning. Give me a minute, her a$$ will be crying in about 2 minutes!" I went ahead and took a breath and looked at my CPT before I continued. That little butthole had that look he gets, when he is trying to look angry but is really trying not to laugh. So I stopped talking. He tells her thats as good as its going to get, he'll talk to me, and she needs to go now. She left, and once she got out of the office, he laughed. You see, he finds it down right hilarious when I get mad. He thinks I'm such a sunshine and light, theres good in everything girl, that when I reach that breaking point, he finds humor in it.
So anyway, I'm still pissed, ask him if I can go back to work now and off I go.
Few hours later, we run a chest pain call. As we go to our truck I see the FF CPT (and a very good friend of mine) bent over just a huffing and a puffing. We get there and in the elevator on the way up to the 15th floor they mention they were working out. You guys would have to know them...this FD is not called the "vacation station" for no reason. Working out generally consists of playing rock/paper/scissors to see who has to get out of the recliners to get the remote from the top of the TV. They have it in their Union contract to get NEW recliners every year!
So they mention they have been working out, and their CPT says he's lost 100lbs (DUH!! I know, I've already told him he's starting to look really freaking hotter than usual). But of course I ask him...OH?? Is it time for new recliners in the station already??? He acted like I stabbed him in the heart....
And then there was the patient. She'd wandered her drunk butt into a bar and was promptly removed. By force. She had a sore hand and a small hematoma on her head. So shes ahooting and hollering and swearing she's just going to die because nobody loves her, and why is everyone so mean to her, and all she wanted was them to call her an ambulance for her hand that she injured A WEEK ago and they beat her up, and poor her.
So as I go to call my report to the hospital, as soon as they come back and tell me to go ahead, I key up as she says "As bad as my head hurts and of all the things that hurt on me, my FEELINGS are hurt the worst!" I can pat myself on the back, I got through the entire report without laughing out loud.
The funniest thing though, was this morning my partner, her husband, our shift CPT, his wife, and I all went to breakfast. When our CPTs wife got there, she handed me a bag. She said he told her what kind of day I was having and inside of it was a magnet that says..
"I'M NOT MEAN!! YOU JUST A SISSY!!"
First I had to say sorry to one of the BLS EMT's for "hurting her feelings" when I talked to her. So I'm already pissed because she lied to get me in trouble, so before I said my sorry I called her on it. When our Shift CPT saw my point on how she must be embellishing the truth, (it all came down to her accusing me of swearing at her, but she said I used the GD word. Everyone knows I don't use that one, my swear word of choice is the F--k word. If she'd of said I threw that one at her, she'd of had me there)....so our Shift CPT says we both know sometimes when I say things they get misinterrpreted, so a simple I'm sorry for hurting your feelings will help.
So I'm leaning against a wall, arms crossed, not looking at this little idiot and trying my hardest not to laugh, I'm say... "Sorry."
My shift CPT, that little, butthole says..."Dammit...Say it like you mean it!!"
WTF!!! Am I in the 1st grade now??? Okay, how in the hell am I supposed to say it like I mean it when what I really ought to do is beat the crap outta her for trying to get me taken off my truck so she can get the ALS slot. But somehow I manage to say it again, and my CPT says "Is that the best you can do?"
And you could almost hear the perverbial camels back break...as I start talking... "She F**King LIED! Yes thats the best shes getting. I'll go home before I tell her sorry again! She only THINKS her feelings were hurt this morning. Give me a minute, her a$$ will be crying in about 2 minutes!" I went ahead and took a breath and looked at my CPT before I continued. That little butthole had that look he gets, when he is trying to look angry but is really trying not to laugh. So I stopped talking. He tells her thats as good as its going to get, he'll talk to me, and she needs to go now. She left, and once she got out of the office, he laughed. You see, he finds it down right hilarious when I get mad. He thinks I'm such a sunshine and light, theres good in everything girl, that when I reach that breaking point, he finds humor in it.
So anyway, I'm still pissed, ask him if I can go back to work now and off I go.
Few hours later, we run a chest pain call. As we go to our truck I see the FF CPT (and a very good friend of mine) bent over just a huffing and a puffing. We get there and in the elevator on the way up to the 15th floor they mention they were working out. You guys would have to know them...this FD is not called the "vacation station" for no reason. Working out generally consists of playing rock/paper/scissors to see who has to get out of the recliners to get the remote from the top of the TV. They have it in their Union contract to get NEW recliners every year!
So they mention they have been working out, and their CPT says he's lost 100lbs (DUH!! I know, I've already told him he's starting to look really freaking hotter than usual). But of course I ask him...OH?? Is it time for new recliners in the station already??? He acted like I stabbed him in the heart....
And then there was the patient. She'd wandered her drunk butt into a bar and was promptly removed. By force. She had a sore hand and a small hematoma on her head. So shes ahooting and hollering and swearing she's just going to die because nobody loves her, and why is everyone so mean to her, and all she wanted was them to call her an ambulance for her hand that she injured A WEEK ago and they beat her up, and poor her.
So as I go to call my report to the hospital, as soon as they come back and tell me to go ahead, I key up as she says "As bad as my head hurts and of all the things that hurt on me, my FEELINGS are hurt the worst!" I can pat myself on the back, I got through the entire report without laughing out loud.
The funniest thing though, was this morning my partner, her husband, our shift CPT, his wife, and I all went to breakfast. When our CPTs wife got there, she handed me a bag. She said he told her what kind of day I was having and inside of it was a magnet that says..
"I'M NOT MEAN!! YOU JUST A SISSY!!"
