Going through some of my old composition notebooks a while back and found one that had a few entries from when I was in the academy. I just wish that I would have written more while I was there, but a little too late for that. I did find humor in one of my entries that I'll share here.
01-05-10
Wanted to go to bed, but heard some pretty funny things today at work. Classmate "A" use to or still does, we really don't know, be a personal trainer, but yet, doesn't perform really well, even though I think he can, at chopping, pike pole and perhaps some other evolutions. Classmate "B" insulted him at lunch stating/asking "Are you a do as I say, not as I do trainer?" Comments were added afterward as well. Quite hilarious. Academy seemed tough today. Confidence course is like a fun house, and today I got couaght up in some damn wires. Anyway, things are going ok. Lt "A" is always pushing me, which is good. Almost like having a coach. Brings back some memories, sort of. Running of the stairs was ok. We all agree that running up with the instructors is far better than being anywhere else. Had chinese tonight. "Asian Helper" with some egg rolls from local take-out. Employees not speaking english. Thought of the movie Gran Torino and what comments were made in that movie. Very politically incorrect. Tentative to go to a vacant tomorrow. Can't wait."
It just doesn't feel like work. Sure, during my probationary year, I would come in, and keep busy most of the day. Clean this, wash that, paint those and put my nose in the books. But, for some reason, the days passed by at a lightning pace. Besides all the work that was expected of me, there was the constant bantering around the firehouse as well. I've heard that laughter can the best medicine for anything. No matter what drama I had to endure outside of work, I knew that when I entered the firehouse, within minutes my frowns would turn upside down.
Byrge
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