The Vessa Project

I started this blogspot to journal out the thoughts, emotions, and calls from my career. In hopes that someone else can relate. I’m sure in some form or fashion someone could find entertainment in these as well. None the less, they are like my life and job… rather disorderly, random, and chaotic.  What other way is there to live? In my “I visited a classmate post today” I had a clear train of thought, as I immediately opened up the page and started typing. The emotions were raw and in the moment. The thoughts flowing as quickly as a fire hydrant, and THEN…  The fire hydrant was opened, completely, all 3 caps removed… one call, then two, then three, then four… it didn’t stop there either.  For a small town community with a population of less than 10,000 and minimal attractions, the call volume is rather low but then, there are the days. The days where we lose one of our two trucks to another call, a transfer, a structure fire… This. Was. One. Of. THOSE. Days. We hadn’t bee...

Two post in one day? No. One is just old. For this one to make sense you should probably read the first one though. I'm back, to the bedroom awaiting the next time the tones drop, if they do at all for the remainder of the shift.  Today was going to be the day and then, out of an unknown emotion I chose to wait. Wait one more day before I finally set myself free. Free from the burden of care, free from the burden of truly understanding. I have put it off for far too long and I've finally put in the work and figured out where to go from here. The answer is, I truly don't know yet. My life is going to be a little bit of back and forth for a while, sort of like the trade off between parents after a divorce. The mixes of emotions, the fear, feelings of being homesick. That's all the things I'm choosing to look forward to. I am choosing to brush it off as an outgrowth of one place but in reality it is the most toxic breakup (as far as workplace) that I think I may ever e...