In this episode we take a trip down memory lane with Erin as she talks about her early 9-1-1 career to present day. She shares stories including one from when she was training and took her first 9-1-1 call with her trainer and when she answered she added a few “1’s” to 9-1-1. She also shares her call and experience that lead to her becoming the 2017 IAED Dispatcher of the Year.
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Episode topics –
- Erin’s 9-1-1 story
- Early training calls
- IAED Dispatcher of the Year
- And more
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By Ricardo — 6 years ago
Good morning everyone! I’m writing to share something new I’m working on. Yes, I know. I’m always working on something and as you know, I dig 9-1-1. The people that do this job are hard working and amazing! It’s not a job that anyone can do. It takes a specific person to take the crap that comes from the hot seat. I answered the call for just over 13 years and loved it. In that time I received a few t-shirts that made me proud of what I did in dispatch. The only problem with them was that they were the same “general” dispatch t-shirt. I always wanted to get a shirt that was not only cool but captured dispatch humor. So I decided to make my own.
I have been floating the idea for some time and I have sold some t-shirts through Teespring but I let it go. Well, now I’m back and the first major shirt I put on Teespring has exploded. The campaign has only 12 hours left but I have added a few more t-shirts for 9-1-1 professionals and anyone who would like to purchase one. They are $16 each and my hope is to add a little touch of awesome to a profession that is superb. Check out the images below and follow the links to purchase one. If you have any questions you can send an email to email@example.com.Post Views: 597
By Ricardo — 9 years ago
I’m sure you have all taken a random trip some time in your life and whether it turned out good or bad it was still an experience. One of my random trips includes my first Greyhound bus ride from Michigan to Florida. My cousin Mike and I started out in South Haven and the bus station was a hole where it shared a building with dry cleaners and a gyro stand. It was odd but what could we do? The up side of it all was that there was a table top style arcade game of Ms. Pacman and we played until the bus arrived. When it finally did show up we boarded and it was pretty nice. The seats were cozy and had lots of room and we felt that we were headed for a smooth trip. And…We were wrong!
Once we made our switch in Michigan City the quality of bus went down, way down. The seats were small, the bus was loud, and the stench from the bathroom was bad and it was hot. We were second guessing our decision but we proceeded with our adventure. We made plenty of stops but I want to highlight on the memorable ones like Chicago. By the time we got to Chicago we were hungry and tired. We went from a stank ass bus to a stank ass bus station. We got in line to get some food and it was set up like a high school cafeteria. We were looking at the food and it was rank! The site and quality was right out of “Rapper’s Delight”, “The macaroni’s soggy, the peas are mushed, and the chicken tastes like wood”. Yep they described it just right but the peas in Chicago had that stale smell to them and were topped with a brown film. We decided to eat burnt burgers and soggy fries and although the food sucked and the place smelled something awful there was a highlight. When we left I was looking out the window and saw a homeless man sitting out back on a recliner and he threw a thumbs up to me. It might seem sad but it was the coolest thing to me.
When we got into Kentucky the entire bus was ready to take out the bus driver. The guy was one of those people that you want to clock in the face and shout, “That’ll learn ya!” At one of our stops he tells us that he is not staying long and for us not to get off. There was an older male up front who had the type of crutches that are clasped around both arms and he said he really had to go. The bus driver yelled at him to hurry up or he would have to catch the next bus. I shit you not we were not there ten minutes and the guy shut the door and left. We were all yelling at him to stop and the guy was just walking out of the station and the bus driver yelled at us to shut up and that he warned him. We left the poor guy there and his luggage was still on the bus. We were all angry and sad but our spirits were lifted when we passed a sign on the highway that said, “Batcave next exit”. Bruce Wayne’s hideout was no longer a secret and yes this seems insensitive but what else could we do or say?
The adventure was pretty interesting and when we were in Tennessee we met a cute hippie chick that resembled Natalie Portman and she gave us her pillow. It was signed, “The Hippie Chick”. We made stops in places that one would not dare get off to have a movement for fear that Leatherface or some other oddity would come out and snatch you. The most vial of all bus stops was in Jacksonville. The food was fine and it had some old school arcade games that I used to play at Aladdin’s Castle in the Westshore Mall but the people were something odd and raunchy. We were sitting at the station and I glanced to the left and noticed a girl walking out of the bathroom. I had to do a double take on her and it wasn’t because she was good looking, it was because she walked out of the men’s bathroom. She stumbled around and appeared drunk. She wore a pink tank top and a very short hot pink skirt with black heels. I’m sure you know where this is going, or do you?
I nudged my cousin and told him to look and when we both turned to look at her again we noticed something fall on the floor. She chuckled and ran out of the station. We tried to see what it was but the janitor got to it first. We heard him gag and we stood up. The janitor was bent over gagging and shouted,
“It’s a condom!”
We laughed and watched as he tried to get it into the garbage can. At that time our bus had arrived and we had to get in line to board. As we walked up to the line we passed a lady who was passed out and laying down on the seats in the main waiting area. My cousin and I stood in line and we could hear her snoring. People were trying to wake her up and I thought they should leave her alone and let her rest but I noticed there was another reason they were trying to wake her. I focused my attention underneath the seats she was laying on and it appeared that she had an accident. Yes folks, there was a large puddle underneath her and when she finally woke she hobbled her wetness to the bathroom to clean up. We thought we had seen it all until we boarded to head to Orlando.
On our way to Orlando we met the Hamburger Guy. I have no idea what the hell his name was but my cousin Mike and I have a good reason for calling him this. Hamburger Guy (HG) was dressed in a stained muscle shirt, cargo shorts, and ratty flip flops. He sat in front of us, turned around and asked if we could smell him. We told him no and he replied with,
“Really? Wow! I only asked because I’m sweating like hell and my pits stink like hamburger.”
We busted up laughing to the point that our stomachs hurt and he said,
“Hey hey, watch this.”
He walked to the back where a girl sat and he asked her the same thing. She actually took a wiff and said she couldn’t smell hamburger but you could see on her face that she was going to blow stacks all over the bus. Finally HG went up front where an elderly man was asleep. He sat in back of him and put his arm up by the old man. HG began to fan his hamburger stench toward the face of the man and the man started twitching like he was having a bad dream. The guy must have smelled pretty bad for the old man to twitch but he never woke up. It was funny and we were cracking up. The adventure was an experience that I will never forget and although we had fun and met some interesting people, I will never ride a GREYHOUND bus again!Post Views: 447