Sometimes I wonder that. What was I thinking?!? Right now is one of those moments. I have just finished three days straight on the truck. Absolutely nothing extraordinary. More the opposite since I was sent home after 6 hours on Friday since I didn’t have a partner. We also got off on time both Saturday and Sunday and we didn’t run calls like crazy maniacs. We did have students on the truck both days, and both of them did excellent so it was just fun!
But then scheduling sent out a mass message to everyone with open trucks. I didn’t pay any attention to it at first but commented it loud “what makes them think I will work tomorrow?” And my partner answers “You can work with me and make money…” Hmmmmm. Turns out he had swapped with the other medic on the other rotation and there was no EMT on the truck. So I looked closer at the message and realized that there was 13 open EMT spots for tomorrow. That’s a lot! I had to have a conversation with myself on this. I need the money. I know it will be a shitshow if that many trucks are down. They will be able to fill some of them but not all. I should take one for the team and do it. And, I work with my regular partner which makes it easier, on my normal hours, and I have no problem waking up in the middle of the night. Yes it would be super nice to sleep in and yes I want to have two days off, now I would only get one day off but the bonus money ain’t bad either. So I texted scheduling and agreed on doing it. Sitting here right now, about to go to bed, making sure the alarm is on at 1:40 am… I have to admit it… I regret it deeply. But it will be good when the check comes. I have to tell myself that… I can do this… I can do this!