...Waiting for the fish to bite or waiting for wind to fly a kite. Or waiting around for Friday night or waiting perhaps for their Uncle Jake or a pot to boil or a better break or a string of pearls or a pair of pants or a wig with curls or another chance. Everyone is just waiting...
-Dr. Seuss

Monday, January 5

Alas, 348

I am the low woman on the totem pole of AMR medics. Being a union shop we choose our shifts twice a year in a bid that is determined by seniority. By the time my turn rolled around it was slim pickins. There were two shifts left in Sun City working weekends (way to far to drive), night cars in the North end (I'm not a night owl), or 348.

348 is a 24 hour shift with a kelly schedule that is based out of CDF station 48 located in the foothills of North Moreno Valley. It would be a nice shift except that it gets pulled down to the south part of the city constantly (it is almost comic in its absurdity) to cover an area referred to as Cactus. Due to these frequent "move-ups" 348 is rarely in quarters or even sitting still. Ergo, 348 doesn't get much down time or sleep.

So, this is my lot in life for the next six months or so... the bane of my existence. We shall see how it goes. There is always mini-bid.

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