So pleased with ourselves for using so many verbs and nouns...
So today I went out and did quite possibly the most selfish thing I've ever done.
The majority of my life has been focused on what to do with my future - starting somewhere in grade school when some blonde, bespectacled teacher asked in a baby-talk voice "And what do you want to be when you grow up?"
So much stress put on it, you know?
Like if you don't decide, the world will end.
Well goddammit, Missus Calahan, I've decided.
And what made me decide all came down to a matter of pride.
Not my family's pride, though. No.
I could give birth to the Christ Child and all I'd get from my parents is a grunted "huh."
No. This is for me.
So I can wake up in the mornings and not feel quite so much like a cyst on the nose of society.
Today, after work, after a month an a half of careful deliberation and constant pickings at Friend Debby's brain, I drove to the county fire station...
and filled out an application.
For the rest of this month, said app will be passed from officer to officer (actually, there are only two officers...) and in the December meeting, I will spoken with and voted upon.
As I live in a small and otherwise rinky-dink town, nearly all of the local fire department consists of volunteers. The Chief, the Inspector and the Dispatcher are the only full-time employees.
Which means volunteers get a crapload of training and, if they are in fact useful volunteers, they're eligible for a crapload more training. For free.
Debby also said something about fire-jumping.
Heh.
While there is a certain measure of prestige in the t-shirts that say "High-rises are for Amateurs"
I kinda wanna see my 30th birthday.