The Actual Meaning of 10-4
Dear Responders who Talk on the Radio, 10-4 literally means “copy” or “I heard you”. It does not mean “Yes”. Affirmative means “Yes”. 10-4 also does not mean “I’m Alright” or “I’m OK”, when I ask you for a status. This is despite the fact that in radio speak “OK” or just “K” can, on...
The nice people at Fight Club decided it was time for me to answer an actual phone and talk to actual people. So, I did that tonight. I made it through the whole shift without vomiting, which was my goal, so that’s good. On a stress scale of 0-10, with 0 being comatose and 10 being on fire… I would say that picking up my first 911 call was a 5. This, surprisingly, was easily a 7 or...
When adding lgbtq tags to posts I have a strange compulsion to want to make the Q big like in NyQuil. I even hear Denis Leary in my head…Capital N, small y, big fucking Q…the Q is talking to me, the Q is talking to me, the Q is talking to me…. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hnkoS5beD2g (just jump in at 1:52) I love the Q.
Near the end of my shift yesterday, at approximately 0630, I noticed that NPR had posted the following on their facebook feed: Attention shift workers — If you work the late shift, we want to know how you cope. What is your job? Are naps allowed? Please make sure your Facebook settings allow us to send you a message — your comment may be used on air on Morning Edition I stared at...
Better late than never...
Don and I have a very important tradition. On each other’s birthday’s we post something in tribute somewhere on the internet, usually including an embarrassing picture - perhaps of us as children. However, this year for Don’s birthday, I was in DC and on A LOT of narcotics. So, I didn’t post anything…because I was stoned out of my gourd. Seemed like the best choice...
911 Wisdom: I love storm season...
The term “thunderstruck” is a euphemism. Thunder did not strike your house, or the tree in your yard, or you. Lightning MIGHT have struck these things. Maybe. But not thunder. I promise. (This was almost as good as the day that a fire captain asked me where the lightning was…)
In Honor of National Telecommunicator's Week...
One can wake up abruptly in an unfamiliar station, get on an unfamiliar unit, with a partner you’ve rarely worked with, go to an address to which you’ve never been, in the dark, on the morning of Daylight Savings Time reversal, and have a disheveled man yell “she’s over here” from across the parking lot where the police aren’t. But then you hear a...
chirocindy asked: I found your tumblr through a 'separation anxiety' search. I'm dealing with it with my dog too. I just had to change my work hours and am starting him on Prozac tonight. I hope it works. Hows your dog doing??
Continuing adventures in home ownership
You know, there’s something to be said for being able to call the landlord and say “Yeah, this thing? It’s kinda messed up. Can you call someone to deal with it?” *sigh* When we bought the house we’d noticed that someone in their not so infinite wisdom had left a piles of old doors and construction debris in the crawl space. Like all the other stuff that has needed...