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miseri two consecutive posts. If I can kick myself out of bed in time to do it before work this evening, that's when it'll happen. Especially since I'll have to think long and hard about the post on Brideshead Revisited, as I haven't read the book in about twenty years. Yikes.
I've worked six twelve-hour night shifts in a row, and the fatigue is starting to show. The new crew are great, though, and we're having a blast together. I miss the new friends I made last week, but it's been lovely to see old familiar faces from Montreal (two operators from there are working with me now) and meet a couple of new people from Alberta and Manitoba, too.
Work has finally given me a car for my own use, which is really nice. Before I had to walk to another hotel in order to hitch a lift with the night crew to the comm centre, but since the old crew all left the day before yesterday, work had to give me the use of a car or else I'd be stranded at my hotel. The comm centre is close, but not really close enough to walk. The car is an orange Dodge Lancer, and it's like driving a luxuriously-appointed sofa. If I weren't staring at the road, I would swear I was sitting in my living room.
I have five more nights shifts ahead of me, after which I shall be returning super, super late on Saturday night. Technically I think it will be Sunday morning when I return. So I'm going to sleep in Ottawa overnight and drive back to Montreal on the Sunday, and then spend four and a half well-deserved days off there before going back to my regular job. I think it will be hard to get back into the routine in Ottawa, since things have been pretty exciting here. While my new job is great and I love the people, I do miss the actual dispatching aspect of my old job, and working 911 is even better as far as I'm concerned.
Mind you, I'm scheduled to work overtime at the OCC in Ottawa in mid-July too, so I'll at least get to do some federal dispatching while I'm there. It's not quite 911, but it's operational, so that's something.
Even though this is proving to be a really awesome experience, tragic circumstances aside, I'll be happy to get home. I have a to-do list as long as my arm to get done if I want to sell the house, and while I've been trying to coordinate things from here in Moncton, there are lots of things that I simply can't do over the phone, no matter how much I want to.
Also, I missed Fathers' Day, so I promised my parents I'd go out and see them for dinner on Wednesday, when they will be back from their own short trip to New York.
On that note, bedtime. I will be making a herculean effort to be up early in order to write and run a couple of very overdue errands this afternoon.
miseri two consecutive posts. If I can kick myself out of bed in time to do it before work this evening, that's when it'll happen. Especially since I'll have to think long and hard about the post on Brideshead Revisited, as I haven't read the book in about twenty years. Yikes.I've worked six twelve-hour night shifts in a row, and the fatigue is starting to show. The new crew are great, though, and we're having a blast together. I miss the new friends I made last week, but it's been lovely to see old familiar faces from Montreal (two operators from there are working with me now) and meet a couple of new people from Alberta and Manitoba, too.
Work has finally given me a car for my own use, which is really nice. Before I had to walk to another hotel in order to hitch a lift with the night crew to the comm centre, but since the old crew all left the day before yesterday, work had to give me the use of a car or else I'd be stranded at my hotel. The comm centre is close, but not really close enough to walk. The car is an orange Dodge Lancer, and it's like driving a luxuriously-appointed sofa. If I weren't staring at the road, I would swear I was sitting in my living room.
I have five more nights shifts ahead of me, after which I shall be returning super, super late on Saturday night. Technically I think it will be Sunday morning when I return. So I'm going to sleep in Ottawa overnight and drive back to Montreal on the Sunday, and then spend four and a half well-deserved days off there before going back to my regular job. I think it will be hard to get back into the routine in Ottawa, since things have been pretty exciting here. While my new job is great and I love the people, I do miss the actual dispatching aspect of my old job, and working 911 is even better as far as I'm concerned.
Mind you, I'm scheduled to work overtime at the OCC in Ottawa in mid-July too, so I'll at least get to do some federal dispatching while I'm there. It's not quite 911, but it's operational, so that's something.
Even though this is proving to be a really awesome experience, tragic circumstances aside, I'll be happy to get home. I have a to-do list as long as my arm to get done if I want to sell the house, and while I've been trying to coordinate things from here in Moncton, there are lots of things that I simply can't do over the phone, no matter how much I want to.
Also, I missed Fathers' Day, so I promised my parents I'd go out and see them for dinner on Wednesday, when they will be back from their own short trip to New York.
On that note, bedtime. I will be making a herculean effort to be up early in order to write and run a couple of very overdue errands this afternoon.