I had a great day at work; first day that I really felt like I accomplished something. Nice.
Walking to MUNI, whistling away, when the sun glints off something lying just ahead in my path.
A shell casing. A spent shell casing. Shiny and new, just sitting on the sidewalk, hanging out and enjoying retirement.
I had a great day at work. Had.
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I just had a strange story at work. While we were eating dinner someone rang the doorbell so our new guy went and got it. It was a guy that had been shot and needed assistance, so all of the engine guys got up to handle it. I'm on the truck now and don't normally do medical runs, and I figured if the 4 of them couldn't handle it (one is a paramedic) there was little more that I could do. So I didn't even get up to see the gunshot wound victim in the firehouse and instead relaxed and finished my dinner. Is that jaded or just good time management?
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