I was sitting in My Captain’s office for a moment, having just delivered the shift a big ol’ pan of Icebox Peanutbutter Pie, waiting for My Captain to finish his email, and try said pie, when I noticed his desk.
And I began to look harder at it.
Eesh.
What a piece of crap his desk is. The man has put 28 years of service into Montgomery County Fire and Rescue, and his desk is a piece of broken down trash.
He doesn’t seem to notice it. He’s got things to do. Places to go. People to save.
Then I looked at Lt. Tom’s desk. Its legs were totally rusted.
Then I got up, walked down the hall to the Watch Desk (where emergency information is received) and immediately noticed it was a little worn as well.
And chipped.
Of course Mr. Ward doesn’t notice it, because he’s got work to do, places to go, people to save, that kind of thing.
And just outside the door into the engine bay is the shelving unit that holds things to be repaired. It looks about as good as I feel some mornings.
What the heck, man?
And just down the hall in the kitchen, right smack dab in the middle of their eating area is this beautiful view.
I found myself wondering why the county allows this station to fall to rack and ruin. It’s bad enough ANY firemen would have to work in this kind of environment, but that the cream of the crop, the Special Ops team, should be housed like this blew my mind. Why aren’t we taking better care of our heroes???
Turns out they tend to take care of themselves. Like here in the laundry room….the guys needed shelves for their air cylinders,
and also for other gear.
Did they wait for the powers-that-be to find the money, approve the money, and begin the ordering process? Nope. They just built what they needed themselves. ‘A ‘shift did, in fact (the shift after My Captain’s shift.) They have no time for bureaucratic mumbo-jumbo. They have a job to do, and so they do what needs to be done.
My Captain tells me that, while the men wouldn’t mind a station upgrade, on the whole they are too busy to be much effected by it. The money they’d need to fix up the place gets slated for other priorities, so if they can’t make it themselves, they shake their heads, and make do.
And even then, when you’re running out the door to go help someone in a fire, or someone having a heart attack, the state of your desk isn’t high on your priority list.
In other words, they’re too busy getting it done to notice how good it all looks while they’re doing it.
I understand that, I really do. But I just wish that the people in charge of taking care of these guys would crack open a Better Homes and Garden magazine every now and then. SOMETHING. Something to show the love, for Pete’s sake. Matching pillows or mood lighting for crying out loud. Maybe a lovely center piece on the watch desk, or some nice textured artwork. Bring in some Feng Shui….
or at least desks that aren’t falling apart.
Mama Boe 