Putting out Fires

Might as well put ‘em to work, huh?  Ryan pays about $600 a year to the union, and today I’d like to thank Captain X for giving him the opportunity to use them.

Ryan is modest and won’t say it, but he’s really well-liked in the dept.  As such, his friend CJ offered to take his shift today so we could party at the Open together!  Thanks CJ!  So they had Captain X change the schedule, and I woke up this morning with visions of beer and slutty plastic-surgeried Scottsdale chicks dancing in my head.

At 8 this morning Ryan called to say that someone had called in sick, and instead of following procedure and calling the next person on the mandatory list, Captain X decided it would just be easier for him if he made Ryan stay.  EVEN THOUGH HE KNEW RYAN HAD ALREADY GOTTEN THE OTHER SHIFT COVERED BECAUSE HE HAD FAMILY PLANS TODAY!  EVEN THOUGH RYAN HAS HAD TO WORK EVER SATURDAY HE’S SUPPOSED TO HAVE OFF FOR THE LAST 4 MONTHS!

I wish it was as easy as having Ryan find another department, but it really isn’t just that easy.  I just hope that this crazy schedule ends.  Soon.  I miss my husband.

Thanks for listening.

To avoid sounding like a broken record I won’t complain about the fact that Ryan has mandatory AGAIN.  Thus negating our planned trip to the Phoenix Open tomorrow.  But I’m not going to complain.

So last night at 3am I wake up to, “Amanda!  Wake up.  There’s something wrong with Karma.”  I look over at her and she is going NUTS.  Our normaly nap-friendly, docile dog is hyper as hell and is acting like a 6 month old puppy looking for someone to throw a ball.  “Ryan, you better let her out.  She’s gotta be sick.  Wait.  Where’s Mika?”  So we call for her and hear a scratching sound coming from my side of the bed.  Turns out she was UNDER our bed and had gotten stuck halfway out.  Seriously the funniest shit I’ve ever seen.  That dog freewheeling trying to scratch her way from under the bed.  So we pull her out and turn the lights out again.  10 minutes later I’m just falling asleep when I hear hysterical laughing from the other side of the bed.  The image of that dog wedged under the bed and the subsequent giggling from Ryan got me through the day today.

So tonight I’m the third wheel on a date with Bec.  But her hubby’s just like a girl, so its cool.  No!  I swear!  That’s a compliment!  He’s the best.  Although his group of guys DOES gossip like my group of girls does.  And they do seem to talk a lot about wearing women’s clothes…  Wait a second…

Today at work I had a big test on my product so the company sent out their photographers to document it for the customer.  These guys have CAMERAS.  The cheapest they had was worth $5000.  WITHOUT THE LENS.  At any rate, can you imagine a job like that?  Getting PAID to take pictures, the company buys you whatever cameras you say you need, and you get PAID to take pictures.  I know I’m not a “photographer” or anything, but a girl can dream.  Although those guys had some interesting things to say about ‘hacks’ who take a photography class and think they can be a wedding photographer or something.  Guess that’s out at the end of my semester-long class then.

OK, gotta go get pretty for my ‘date’.  Oh, and I’m totally still going to the Open tomorrow w/out Ryan.  I just don’t get in for free because I’m sans firefighter.  Bummer.