Mark my first day on my new shift, on a new box, with a new partner. Hospital after hospital, I go tossing grannies around and still managed to find room for dinner. That is… only after I started shaking and showing the first signs of a diabetic breakdown, not that I have diabetes. Just takes a medical emergency to get a lunch break when you drive a box. Still, this beats the hell out of my old job with the evil mongoloid computer company. At least when I go home I don’t have to work for another four to six hours. I also have weekends off 🙂
Still working on the fire house job. Another slot, another chance… we shall see!