One of my favorite sayings to people who appear to be in mild distress is..."I know CPR and First Aid, I can help...but only on Wednesday!". Sadly, today, I must retire this saying. As of this afternoon I am a certified EMT-B and due to ethics and whatnot, I now know CPR, First Aid, and a few other things every day. So, now I can maintain your lives as I transport you to our friends Mosey Monkey and My Longtime Friend who can save your lives. (Just in case I'm not around, Ireland's Oldest Ale Drinking America's Finest Beer has also been recently licensed as an EMT-B).
After the exam I spoke with a nice lady while my license was printing. We ended up in a discussion about education, the school systems, and what I wanted to be when I grew up. I suppose that since she knew that I was there to take the EMT exam, that I would somehow or another be wanting to be an EMT. Not an entirely accurate assumption, but not entirely untrue either. I suppose that this is just one more trade that I can be a Jack of but not a Master...
Any way around it all, the answer to the question remains the same. No, I do not know what I want to be when I grow up, hell, I don't think I even want to grow up...I'm kinda having fun now, and although I bitch and moan some days about being a bartender and not having a "real" job, it ain't hard and it ain't a bad gig, most of the time. So until the epiphany comes and the light goes off in my head as to my calling in life and my purpose here...I'm not gonna sit in the waiting room listening to Kenny G, I'm gonna be out wreaking as much havoc as I possibly can.
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This is huge news, for your career and much more important for the well-roundedness of our posse of derelicts. We need to work on our ratio of "health care professionals" to "bartenders."
Congrats many times over lady!!! You are officially the nerdy nerds :) Sending you a virtual hug until I see you in person.
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