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I was still trying to become an EMT. They had a little PROBlem with women working in EMS in the late 80's. Some of them STILL have a little problem with it. No more than a few years ago, in 2009, a guy worked his butt off for a year trying to get me fired. He hasn't even really stopped acting that way even after finding out the captain, who was a firefighter/EMT before there were ANY women doing it (in the 70's), let the guy know how much he disliked the guy's behavior.
I didn't actually become an EMT-B until 1991 and then there were hardly any women doing it, and most guys felt like this guy of a few years ago believed, that we were only doing it to "show off" or "prove some kind of ridiculous point."
I worked at Elektra Records as light clerical work before 1991 and just kept trying to be an EMT. Not to show off, and after the last few days I've had, I don't know why ANYone would think a person does it for that reason. It was because I saw my sister dying and paramedics saved her life.
Ok, reply to this thread in a few years' time, Critic.Remind me to reply to this thread in a few years time.
Maybe I served you the breakfast special at 3:00 a.m.I swear Autumn. We must have met somewhere.
And your post sounds like a song
Living large - like most of us. I was going college (I was a Humanities dork), sharing an apartment with 2 girlfriends, Sundays we went to a Cheers type bar to eat dinner and throw darts while the band played, and drink lots, of course; Wednesdays we went to a club called the Ozone where our favorite band played, Fridays we went to RP Tracks until they closed and then we went to someplace that stayed open until 3am. Saturdays we ate pizza and watched Lifetime movies. None of us had a boyfriend and that was just fine. Somehow, though, between 20 and 21, I met the Ogre, got married, got a mortgage and had a baby.