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Goodbye Everybody, I’ve Got To Go…
“Too late, my time has come
Sends shivers down my spine
Body’s aching all the time
Goodbye everybody, I’ve got to go
Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth”
It’s that time, my WordPress fam. Time for us to go on vacation and time for you to read all of my bullshit while you’re shitting on the shitter.
A double shot of whiskey is enough to put me in blog mode so take it or leave it.
We are traveling to Miami for some good times with the in laws and then swinging through Montana for my sisters wedding. This trip is long overdue and I can promise you we won’t be waiting another year before our NEXT trip. I mean once a year traveling goes against Amidon rule #213.
I guess I had good reasoning. I’ve been in the books since March for my Fire Apparatus Drive Operator cert. The colossal challenge I knew was coming for nearly five years finally caught up to me. Saturated with information on an entirely different scale of fire fighting. I buried myself as far as my mind and body would allow me while balancing all other obstacles life decided to throw at me/us. It was one of the greatest challenges I had ever faced. My goal was to land a full time position with CMSFD.
At the time we knew full time spots would open soon, we just didn’t know when. I cracked my book open in March of 2019. A five week class would start up in April and I wanted a head start. When April came around, it was a daily routine of regular job and class by nights/weekends. I learned a lot and loved it. Math is my kryptonite and I knew I was going to have to direct extra attention into the formulas and coefficients. Who’s smarter than a 5th grader? Not this freaking guy.
I struggled pretty hardcore and come test time, I chewed my bottom lip off from test anxiety (ask Dorte, she offered me chapstick as it was cracked bleeding and falling off). I ended up passing 3/3 practicals and 2/3 written. The written consisted of three tests. Mobile water, pumping and driving. I put all of my energy into mobile water and pumping that I failed written driving. I was comically disappointed as I foreshadowed this. I had three weeks to study for a retest and during this study time, the full time positions were announced. Which meant another written… the FDO.
Crunch time.
I knew I had to prioritize so studying for my driver written FADO retake was what I had to do. I studied when I could and went in for a retake. Two weeks later it turned out I failed…. again. This time by one question. Fuck. By then I had applied for the full time position. I had one more chance to pass the driver written FADO if I even wanted to proceed with the FDO. Studied studied studied but this time for FADO and FDO.
I was swamped.
Sleep was a luxury and my coworkers were feeling the tension during the day. I fell behind on daily tasks at home and work. I began chewing my lip again and even found myself clenching my jaw which eventually led to headaches. I even broke out in a stress rash confirmed by my primary care doctor just days before my FDO test. Anyway… one week before my final FADO retake… I took the FDO written. Quite possibly the hardest 100 questions I’ve ever answered in my life and 25 was guaranteed math. I went through three #2 pencil erasers as I second, triple, and quadruple guessed my work. 4.5 hours later I finished and turned into my chief. I was the last one.
The following week I took my final FADO retake. If I failed… I would have to retake the engineer class again (I think) and my chance at a full time was a no go. Results came in for my FDO… I did well and scored an interview. At this point I needed to wait for my FADO score. Friday came around and my interview was for Wednesday. I was losing my shit and then the phone rang… it was chief. She said I had passed. Shit. This is happening.
Clothes washed, shoes shined, resume binders build. I was ready for war… or even an embarrassing defeat but at least I made it.
I made sure to show up an hour early. I even calculated a different route if the train went off the tracks and exploded into a fiery inferno.
The interview was a panel of five and the following 28 minutes was the longest of my life. The questions didn’t seem so bad but I did feel I wasn’t providing fine details but at the same time, as the first two through me off. When it was over, I felt a sense of relief. I felt I did a pretty good job but I DID feel I needed more. One way or another it was over with.
Three days later, chief called and told me I didn’t get it. I was prepared for this and am extremely psyched for my brothers and sisters who did get the position. I’ve been pretty lucky so far in the fire service since testing and interviews really bring out the nerves in me. I did learn a lot through this whole process and I will go for the next spot whenever that may be.
I really didn’t mean to rush the end of that but I figured most of you have heard the roller coaster ride/rant and I didn’t need to repeat myself.
Vacation is here and afterwards I am ready to go back into regular routine with both of my jobs. I haven’t had regular routine since March.
I did my best. I failed. But I will do better.
Here’s to the next two weeks with my lovely wife, my wild in laws, and my family.
Thank you all. Stay tuned.
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