A Tuesday.

On the 27th day off of facebook, the e-mail they sent to me...said:

I have 30 new notifications...

11 Close friends up dates...

3 pokes...

and a personal message awaiting me.

Well, that's a better opening than me going into T-Total B grade itch mode about the shift the night before.  Fifty-five 911 calls with Forty-four transports between 4 1/2 ALS units with the dishwackers in A-town not leaving the ALS units alone.  That comes to a UHU of 41%.  18% is production; some bean counter ought to be ecstatic.  

Hogansville's Ingles became a temporary helo-port.  We had them in a holding pattern for a moment or two.  Actually the Hogansville unit had a possible CVA which the local M*A*S*H wasn't equipt to handle and then my truck had to haul all the way from the west side of LaStrange to BFE west of Hog-town because a young buck decided to go four-wheeling in the woods with a coupe.  How did that turn out?  Not too good.  But the driver did get a nice flight into A-town.  I wouldn't call it scenic since the safety gear worn requires one to stare at the top of the unit. And the stewardesses on that flight... Well, let's just say that the jumper they're required to wear does nothing for their girlish figure.  But like I said, we had the copter coming in one after another.  The Hog-town public service folks were starting to think they were going to get permanently assigned to LZ duty.

The rest of the shift just went down hill from there. 

Around mid-night everyone was getting into Sangrpy mode.  That's the mode one get's into when they are sooo sleepy that that they're angry, especially when the loco-dishwackers were wanting to polute the airwaves making sleep near impossible.  Really, someone needs to report them to the FCC.

Well, only a half shift to go and then it's Vacation!!!!!!!

Silver Comet; here I come!