To begin again…
Well I am no longer the GrumpyEMT. That career path is dead and gone to me. As are anyone of the many people who claimed to be my friends during the 13 years of my career in Emergency Medical Services. When is lost my job at the ambulance on October 7th of 2013 I began a long dark journey that I would never have survived if not for the love of my mother, a friend in MS, and 2 friends here in AZ, and an obnoxious cat who would never leave me alone when I hit my lowest points.
I hit some personal low points, bankruptcy, unemployment insurance, food stamps, and welfare health insurance to name a few. I lost my job by trusting someone and opening up about my stress and feelings. This was then turned against me and I was deemed a bad guy. Cause every workplace needs a villain. The employer was non complaint with the Department of Economic Service and it took 12 weeks before I received anything from unemployment. That was the start of my economic downfall.
I took my last payroll check that included my vacation time and paid ahead 6 months of car insurance. I bought a massive amount of meats to freeze, canned goods, and traditional staple foods to last a long time. I had a new job which was to find a job. This led to a routine of getting up and spending the first 2 hours of the day in front of the computer applying for work and never getting a response. I thought I found a job early in November but it was a joke of a company who had some of the shaddiest business practices this side of Enron.
I picked up on call work as a ghoul(person who picks up dead bodies) for the local funeral home and was proceeded to be treated like shit working at their beck and call for 2 months until I was fired for not going in on my day off when I was not on call. Working on call I was able to draw unemployment as I had to set schedule I was oncall maybe 3 days a week and averaged $100 a week at best. These delusional people thought this was the best job ever.
It took until March 10th of 2014 for life to take a turn for the positive. I was hired by a unique organization as a Parent Aide. Doing supervised visitations for children in the CPS system. I have finally found my third act in the story of my life. I have a job I truly love. Which completely scares me as a pessimist, I am now waiting for the luck to turn and life to kick me in the teeth again.
