T-Bird Anni Rides Again

After the episode of dummy spitting yesterday I got a grip and toddled off to Wilmslow bright and early.  Then we waited for 3/4 hour for someone with a key so I could set up control.  then, just as they were all walzing off one of the units informed me that, although I could recieve his transmissions, he couldn’t get me due to some techy stuff with tone locks.  You know, half an hour earlier I could have done something about that but he needed to be gone like 5 minutes ago so I didn’t have a chance to rummage through Duke’s magic box of every concievable thing you will ever need whilst running control (we hvae a spare radio in there….)

All in all it was an okay if niggle filled day like 3 people using totally wrong call signs leading to a rather confusing conversation or two on the lines of

(them) "650 to control, we need an ambulance here" 

(me) "650 from control, you ARE an ambulance, over" 

(them) "er, no, I’m a first aider at  mile marker 6"

(me, taking a deep breath) "then you are not 650,  650 is an ambulance call sign, you are post 6 and I am taking no prisoners on this one Control Out" 

he took the hint and he got his ambi who further emphasised the point as it was the real 650 I sent…… and now I have totally lost you all haven’t I! But assuming this blog doesn’t evapourate like some of my others have, I can look back and sigh bout it in a few years!

Aprilia valiently tried to watch a DVD on Duke’s laptop which resolutely refused to play more than 45 minutes of the film before reverting to the good old Blue Screen of Death meaning she got good at using the skip scene feature to get back to where she was each time.  It really is true you know, Vista really does fall over mor times than a drunk on a Friday night! 

Actually, one thing I really enjoy about this particular kind of job is the kind of "all in the same creek without the paddle" camaradery taht builds betwen me on Red Cross Control and the guy running Raynet Control who deal with all the non-medical bits and who get similarly duff information, vagueness and the likes.  At one point we were dealing with different sides of the same incident and it was only because we could compare notes that we  could actually work out what on earth was going on.

Once we got home there wsa much crafting and a small degree of tidying.  then I tried to convince her it was bedtime even though we had forgotten to change the clock in the living room which just goes to show she can tell the time you know as she was insistant it was only half 6, not half 7!  Note to self, change clock!