One of Him Indoors' friends who has moved to California with his family a few years back is in the UK for a few days. They managed to squeeze in a round of golf in the tight schedule on monday afternoon, only to be rained out at the 9th hole - Welcome back to the British summer ! Last night Him Indoors, Dave and their friend Glyn decided we should go out for a beer and a curry before coming back and crashing out at ours. The beer was nice (slight hesitation on my part should I go for summer ale or Pride - decided to play safe and went for Pride) and I was called sweetheart by a chappy at the bar which is never bad for the ego. Not so sure about the men's choice of Indian restaurant. The colours were a bit bright for my liking (I am talking about the food not the decor) and I can't say I approved of the restaurant buttering my roti. The conversation was good and ran along familiar lines - children, schooling, childcare costs, copper plumbing, comparison of British and US education offerings, mishaps and misadventure since the last visit, work and responsibilities, shift work, the attraction of Las Vegas if you are not into gambling. Because alcohol had flowed rather freely other subjects cropped up which I would normally associate with a girly night in rather that in mixed company, especially with Him Indoors and Glyn who are rather sedate: boobs, pelvic floor exercises, threesomes, nannies and au-pairs etc. Most enlightening. Dave also brought up the whole question of my applying to the LAS to become an EMT. Put bluntly he enquired as to the reason why I have not done it yet - after all I have been talking about it for over a year. I came up with the usual excuses: I don't feel I am fit enough at the moment (not sure if I could easily lug a heavy patient down a narrow staircase), Him Indoors is less than keen on my working shifts, some relatives have been less than encouraging with reactions ranging from a loud laugh until they realise I was actualy serious when I floated the idea to a horrified look. Still I still think I would enjoy the job and even reading Tom Reynold's blog (random reality) for a few month has not managed to put me off. Maybe I'll take the first few steps, take an evening class in human biology, get fitter and then start to work on Him Indoors. Then again I might just procrastinate and not do anything about it. Bracing myself as tomorrow I shall go back to the Consulate to collect my passport.
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(12.8.04 00:23) bright coloured curry = scary!!! :-s Hope tommorow goes well at the consulate... |
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(12.8.04 09:19) Thanks Peter. You should have seen my paneer, it was fire engine red. |
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Tom Reynolds / Website (12.8.04 13:01) I wouldn't worry about the biology evening class, the training course assumes that you know _nothing_ and teaches it all to you (and you get a nice big book to read through). As for the fitness...part of the assessment/interview process is carrying a dummy down some stairs (in pairs), it's not that heavy, and although some of the slighter girls had a little trouble, it's more in the technique (which can be learned) than in the fitness/strength stakes. I'd go for it, it's one of the easiest jobs in the world, and a great laugh at the same time. You even occasionally get to do some good. |
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(12.8.04 13:38) Tom, thanks for the info re shift patterns. The AS would be to get my brain back into learning mode mainly. |
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Lisa / Website (12.8.04 15:39) Re: Vegas if you're not into gambling - it's sort of like going to a giant theme park. It's so bright, tacky, and hideous that it's just fun to sit and watch. There are quite a few free outdoor "shows" (the fountain at Bellaggio, Treasure Island pirate boat show complete with really bad "English" accents, and the volcanoes at the Mirage), and some of the casinos have shows indoors as well. Circus Circus has an indoor amusement park. It seems to be much more kid friendly than it used to be. Not sure if that's a good thing or not, really. |
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(12.8.04 21:18) Oh wow. Go for it! When I work at the Birth Centre, if we transfer someone to the local obstetric unit we have to accompany them in a blue-light ambulance. That in itself is exciting, then they take us back to the Birth Centre, but sometimes get called to an emergency whilst we are on board, so we go with them and if we can be of assistance we help. If I wasn't a mostly devoted midwife I would have loved to have been a paramedic. Really poorly paid though for the responsible, wonderful job they do. |
