I knew there was something I forgot to say about my overturned tractor-trailer...
As I was standing at the intersection, I looked down and there, at my feet, were all manner of rusty things. Bolts and nuts, and things I have no clue about. Michael deMeng would have had an orgasm! As I stood there, I felt as if I were the proverbial kid in a candy store. You know, the one that looks at the cases and drools, but has no money to purchase?
I need to mention that, at my accident scene were not only my FTO, but my Lieutenant AND the Chief, as well as several other tough-guy officers.
Look, they already think I'm nuts for giving up my nine-to-five to go out on the street. But if they saw me picking up pieces of rusty stuff that had absolutely nothing to do with my accident, at worst, they would send me straight to Dispatch, or at best, never let me hear the end of it.
Now, I know you're saying, "So go back later!" Well, I thought of that too, but same scenario if anyone happened to see me. Whether on duty or off.
I'm not sure why, but I keep my art-life and my work-life TOTALLY separate. No one from work sees this blog, and wouldn't know it was here unless they were to find it via some search engine. I just think it would make them understand me even less.
As for my Captain: HE never understood me in the first place.
As I was standing at the intersection, I looked down and there, at my feet, were all manner of rusty things. Bolts and nuts, and things I have no clue about. Michael deMeng would have had an orgasm! As I stood there, I felt as if I were the proverbial kid in a candy store. You know, the one that looks at the cases and drools, but has no money to purchase?
I need to mention that, at my accident scene were not only my FTO, but my Lieutenant AND the Chief, as well as several other tough-guy officers.
Look, they already think I'm nuts for giving up my nine-to-five to go out on the street. But if they saw me picking up pieces of rusty stuff that had absolutely nothing to do with my accident, at worst, they would send me straight to Dispatch, or at best, never let me hear the end of it.
Now, I know you're saying, "So go back later!" Well, I thought of that too, but same scenario if anyone happened to see me. Whether on duty or off.
I'm not sure why, but I keep my art-life and my work-life TOTALLY separate. No one from work sees this blog, and wouldn't know it was here unless they were to find it via some search engine. I just think it would make them understand me even less.
As for my Captain: HE never understood me in the first place.
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2 comments:
There will be other opportunities to find rusty things and you want to feel comfortable with the people you work with, you probably chose wisely. No use crying over spilt rubble.
Joanne
Darya, you seem so much happier these days. Being out on the streets seems to agree with you. I enjoy your stories too!
Karen
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