I love working alongside my dad.
He’s wise and kind.
A lifetime ago, he used to fight fires for living - when people ran out, he’d run in.
It wasn’t all dalmations and thick hoses though.
There was a lot of waiting.
Waiting for yet another ghetto building to have fire alarms pulled.
Waiting to pull another sixteen year old off a telephone pole.
Waiting to rescue boa constrictors from a grow op.
(no shit, my dad did this)
Back then before the fire stations became the frontlines of the culture wars, they’d spend a whole bunch of time playing pranks.
Though I don’t think in today’s DIE world there would be much appreciation for a saran wrapped toilet bowl.
It’s too bad that the department has been ruined by HR, safety culture and their agenda based hiring initiatives.
Mangagement are always going to act like management - as total assholes more intent on climbing the bureaucratic ladder than actual fire ladders.
The creep of parasitic management would seep into the rank and file firemen. They’d ‘find…
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