Standards

The more I ponder, the more pissed off I'm getting. I should just let it go. I should walk away from my current officer and let him hang himself with the rope he's braiding with his big FAT mouth. I mean, how the #&$^ are you going to tell me that I need to watch what I say when you CONTINUE to offend at every FREAKING turn?
I'm sorry, I should tell you of what I bitch.

The other day, as we sat in the day room, the EMS officer came to visit. I suspect the department is a little nervous about last shift's potentially career ending beat-down. After all, I was left in the back of a medic unit without the ability to call for help. But I digress. So as we're sitting there my officer begins to talk about another officer's reluctance to pay for lunch and dinner. He refers to him trying to negotiate the price down as "Jewing" it down. Without looking up from my work, I said "Please don't use that terminology". It's not the first time I've said that to him either. I find that terminology offensive and he knows it. My African American partner (Good Partner) was sitting next to me raised an eyebrow but said nothing. He gets on the PO's ass for the good-natured bantering that goes back and forth between the PO and my partner (Why the hell does the chicken always have to be WHITE meat?) but sees no problem with a cultural slur? So to deflect the UNCOMFORTABLE SILENCE he starts to gossip about the love life of another friend of mine. Good Partner looks and me and says, "Hey, isn't that..." and I said "Yes, yes it is." I believe that Good Partner was trying to give a subtle hint to the Lieutenant that maybe he should SHUT THE F UP. He did not get the hint and continued to talk smack. Geeze Louise but I don't think my opinion couldn't gotten much lower, but there it is.

So. On a lighter note. Found out that the chick that punched me in the face (No, I'm fine thanks for asking.) has called EMS seven times in the last nine days. Seems she's going to be a bit of a problem. I got a text this morning saying they took her this morning. Then I got "She's crazy. She likes chicks." Er. Yes. I was propositioned by her in between her punching me in the face and kicking me in the abdomen. We visited her house at 0300 last shift but she was (thankfully) not there. God I hope she goes away. My Captain said I f-ed up. I should have gone to see Dr. Winteroff (he shares an office with Dr. Summeroff) for treatment. Riiiight. SIR. That would make me a big 'ole wuss. Now I'm wondering why I care about what I look like...

And now I have a question for you. This is purely logistical. I'm trying to solve a problem before it becomes a problem. Last year we had three major snow storms that crippled our less-than-equipped area. My city didn't plow AT ALL. It took me five hours to get to work for the first storm (a 45 minute drive in normal weather) and the next two storms I left my car in a white "bump" in front of my house. Massive trucks with lift kits had trouble but they picked me up. I got the party line from the officer "You're essential personnel, you have to come to work. Those who call in sick will get written up." I had no intention of calling in sick and told him so. I wasn't sick. But damn if my Volkswagen which is 6" off the ground is going to make it in 3' of snow! It was 6" deep at 10am when I called him the first time! As far as I'm concerned, my drive to work on CLOSED interstate where the National Guard was patrolling wasn't exactly a wise decision. I've decided to park my car in a church parking lot just off of a main road that will be plowed. It's within walking distance though if it snows THAT much I'll have to make sure all of my stuff is in the trunk and it will still be a challenge. The transfer will be a huge relief. So how does your department handle these things? Do most of you just own trucks?