The 20 somethings. The young men and women my kids age. Not all of them, not even most of them. I know, because I work with them and they are the children of my friends and co workers, that many of them are sacrificing their comfort, their youth, their limbs, and even their lives fighting our enemies. I know all that, but sometimes it seems like they are few and far between. Or I end up with the slugs and slackers.
Go read this at The Transmogrifier Files.
If she thinks it’s bad teaching them, try working with that generation.
I can’t get a Saturday shift off because there are too many sick calls among my co workers who want to go to a cool party and hate the idea of rotating weekends. Guess what? So do I. Still, it was explained to me about the time your Daddy figured out that Mr. Winkie was good for more than peeing that the job requires “rotating days off, nights, weekends, holidays, and working in all types of weather”. It was right there on the job posting and I’m willing to bet that it’s still on the job posting all these years later.
I’m the senior guy in the station. By guy, I mean person, not just male. In fact, at just about any station I might work at, I’m the senior guy. As was said to me all those years ago, “Seniority sucks until you have it”. I have it, you don’t. Therefore I don’t appreciate your refusal to clean any part of the station, including washing your dishes after you eat. Yeah, that’s why when you back from your days off Mommy’s Tupperware was no where to be found. Unlike her, I didn’t wash it and get it ready for your next meal. I tossed it into the trash barrel that you refuse to ever empty. Then I emptied the trash. The Tupperware is being burned for energy or recycled or something. Mommy might not be too happy, but I’m perfectly content especially since the flies have found someone else to bother.
I leave you a truck that has a full tank of fuel, is stocked, the monitor has fresh batteries, any blood and yucky stuff has been cleaned from the patient compartment. So, why when I come back in are we missing IV solutions, drugs, needles, and the truck looks like a abattoir? I’d ask of you leave your room that way, but looking at your wrinkled shirt, pants, and five O’clock shadow, I think I know the answer.
Oh, you spend about two hours a shift, when you can, cleaning your SUV. Which last year when you worked for a private doing the renal round up you couldn’t afford (but I digress), but you piss and moan when the supervisor asks you do give the ambulance a quick bath. Really dude, it’s not that onerous a burden. It wouldn’t hurt to take a towel and some alcohol to the inside of the cab either. That takes about another five minutes. Surely you can take five minutes out from playing Angry Birds on your ‘Droid to do your job.
Notice it’s been colder the last few days? Yeah, I thought so because you’re wearing a jacket at work. So, swing by supply and get some of those nice wool blankets the service buys. Remember, we deal with sick people sometimes and they like to be warm. Those cheap cotton blankets you snagged at the hospital might be nice for quick naps at the station, but when the temperature is below about 60, they are useless for keeping people warm.
Since I’m ranting like the old guy I am, let’s talk about late calls. No one really likes them, even OT hounds like me, but like the other things I listed a couple of paragraphs back, they are part of the job. Besides, you get overtime for them. So, stop taking the patient to the hospital that is most convenient for you and take them to the hospital that is best for them. ‘kay?
Finally, even though we wear uniforms that look a lot alike we are not equal. I (and I’m saying this more and more) have been doing this job since before you were born. I’ve carried a lot more sick people than you have even seen. If we need all hands on the stretcher, then I’ll be there and I’ll out lift you. It’s technique, not strength. That I’m arguably in better shape than you isn’t important, it’s your turn to carry the patient while I do the hard part. Which is figuring out what’s going on. Since you missed the five obvious clinical clues that this was a sick person or conversely the five that showed me he wasn’t all that sick at all, you can do the easy part, which is the lifting. After all, I was doing lug jobs back about the time Daddy… Being the diversity loving guy I am, that includes you young ladies. You took a test that included a lifts and carries component. And you passed. Or at least someone closed their eyes and checked off that you passed. No matter, you signed up for a job that included lifting sick and sometimes heavy people. Chivalry might not be dead, but it’s not working tonight. If you can’t carry your weight, go to dispatch. Or try a rewarding career in the fast food industry.
I don’t know about you, but I feel better now that that’s off my chest. Then again I’m not Dr. Phil so I’m not overly concerned how you feel.