OK, So Now Don't Get Hurt At the Zoo…

So this EMT thing is happening fast. Wasn’t it just like last week that I was doing my little dance of joy for having a title? Well now the jobbyjob has happened, and like most medical shenanigans, its weird. I’m workin’ for Medcor. They staff such famous San Diego stalwarts as the Zoo, the Wild Animal Park, and the newfangled Legoland. You get hurt there, and you’re stuck with me. Mwa ha ha *continue evil genius laugh ad infinitum*

The thing is, this is my first *real* job. Well, I guess I mean traditional job. I’ve been a writer. I’ve given resumes and writing samples. I’ve very rarely filled out applications for things, especially not seriously. And definitely without checkboxes for “Have you been vaccinated for Hepatitis-B?” I’m 22 and I’ve never really dealt with shifts and stuff like that. Most people deal with that in high school. I just never had that kind of job. So its a scary paradigm shift.

Though the scariest thing is that I’ll generally be working alone. So if five people have heart attacks at once, I’m screwed. But I get to try and become awesome at treating kids before I get a “real” EMT job. We’ll see. All I know is that I’d best be getting some free Legos, or else the streets of Legoland shall run red. Stackable red.

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One Reply to “OK, So Now Don't Get Hurt At the Zoo…”

  1. and then if you can’t keep up then maybe at least you might get to do the guided bus tour announcing. make sure you watch out for pesky kids and their science-show passes. im not even sure if you’d get that…

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