Friday, December 25, 2009
Saturday, December 12, 2009
It's done
Thursday I sent my finished application into the Canadian Armed Forces Primary Reserve as a "Class-B" Reservist. If anyone is wondering, yes I signed up for infanteer and with my paramedical background, I'll see where that takes me during my process. I was told it'll take four to six months to complete, but it can vary--I may get in within a month or two like some other soldiers have before in the past.
Finally I'm doing something I've always wanted to do. Oh well. I'll keep you updated on here as much as I can about it.
Embrace The Suck.
Finally I'm doing something I've always wanted to do. Oh well. I'll keep you updated on here as much as I can about it.
Embrace The Suck.
Tuesday, December 8, 2009
R.I.P Lakewood Officers
I would just like to simply pay my respects to the fallen officers in Lakewood P.D and the families.
-From Me, a Community Policing Volunteer.
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-From Me, a Community Policing Volunteer.
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Thursday, December 3, 2009
Aspiring paramedic to soldier?
Because I feel like it, I'll describe my medic background and lead it up to where I am now.
Going through high school, I didn't really care much about it except getting through it and just move on with what I wanted to do in my life. At this point I was contemplating between soldier and a paramedic, and at times I thought I could do both. I needed to put my survival mentality to good use somewhere right? It got to the point where people came to me for first aid in high school. They somehow knew I was the "right person" to go to. Yeah, instead of going to the school First Aid Attendants (we didn't have a nurse), they came straight to me. Why? Because I was prepared for everything. Anyways, so I was made Team Medic for the rugby team(s), curling team and even the Metal Technology and Automotive Technology Shop Classes. Kids I didn't know would come up to me and I would treat things from a bump on the head to where someone got a pretty nasty gash from running into a locker.
Now away from my high school life, I got certified in Emergency First Aid - Industry (I was LifeSaver certified before) and I went to work for a contracting company for two to three months--being posted at the same construction site twice. No one really got hurt, but the guys there accepted me as "Mr. Safety Guy" since I ran to a call without my hard-hat on and a Safety Supervisor present (whoops). But it was fine--the Safety Supervisor was rather understanding and found it amusing yet noble for me to not think of my own safety.
After that, I went to work at the second-largest mall in Canada as a customer service skater--yes, on rollerblades for eight hours a day I skated around a large mall and assisted customers with anything they needed. My first aid reputation spread there too somehow and even my co-workers would ask me for a bandaid and such and at one point, a woman began to have convulsions and started vomiting everywhere and rolling around in it with her airway clogged.
A few months later, I figured "I have to continue becoming a paramedic".
I left that great job for EMR training, or Emergency Medical Responder, which is an entry-level position that I took at the Justice Institute's Paramedic Academy. I needed to have that in order to get into the Primary Care Paramedic program and to become employed as a paramedic. It turns out that to be a paramedic here you need to be licensed--not just certified. I was fine with that, but for the mean time I was going to use the EMR knowledge and apply it to industrial medic jobs. No, I needed to be licensed to do that job too.
Dammit.
So in the mean time I decided to go into volunteering with my qualifications. I went back to my old high school as a medic for the rugby and football teams. From there on, I got a lot more experience and paramedics that I worked with (who would take away the injured players) said I was pretty much one of them already.
I decided to get licensed. You're probably wondering why I never did. It came to around $465.00 and a five-six month waiting period and I figured I could just continue on to the PCP program. So I said "Fuck it, going on to the Primary Care Paramedic program". It hit me, the PCP program had a year-waiting list, the paramedics here went on strike due to lack of pay and horrible hours and it caused courses to become cancelled and since I waited too long, I couldn't get licensed for my EMR certification.
So now I'm stuck again being that "masked-man paramedic" person that would do the job on the streets and a volunteer medic for sports teams (getting reimbursed for using supplies got me some money) and even friends asked me to be a first aid guy for their huge-ass parties with like sixty people (where I actually came in handy). Volunteering or getting reimbersed won't get me anywhere in life. Yes I live with my parents still. I'm only 20.
Then it occurred me. Go join the army. I enlisted a few times before--once when I was 16 for the Army Reserves but parental consent was taken away (even though I told them that Reservists aren't sent to war unless they volunteer...in Canada anyways) because some soldiers got killed in Afghanistan. When I was 18 I applied a second time but a girl came into my life and I said no when they asked me if I was still interested. Then she left me a few months later. Now, my not-really-cousin used to work for the military as a civilian worker for families and this Saturday she's giving me another application and recruitment package. On Tuesday we're going there to give it in.
Finally, my life is going somewhere. But for some odd reason, I can't help but feel..odd about it. It's time to do something though with my life.
Embrace The Suck.
By the way, my friend bought this patch for me and sewed it onto my jacket. I think it suits me. (Got a discount on it at the military surplus store for stating paramedic training!)
Going through high school, I didn't really care much about it except getting through it and just move on with what I wanted to do in my life. At this point I was contemplating between soldier and a paramedic, and at times I thought I could do both. I needed to put my survival mentality to good use somewhere right? It got to the point where people came to me for first aid in high school. They somehow knew I was the "right person" to go to. Yeah, instead of going to the school First Aid Attendants (we didn't have a nurse), they came straight to me. Why? Because I was prepared for everything. Anyways, so I was made Team Medic for the rugby team(s), curling team and even the Metal Technology and Automotive Technology Shop Classes. Kids I didn't know would come up to me and I would treat things from a bump on the head to where someone got a pretty nasty gash from running into a locker.
Now away from my high school life, I got certified in Emergency First Aid - Industry (I was LifeSaver certified before) and I went to work for a contracting company for two to three months--being posted at the same construction site twice. No one really got hurt, but the guys there accepted me as "Mr. Safety Guy" since I ran to a call without my hard-hat on and a Safety Supervisor present (whoops). But it was fine--the Safety Supervisor was rather understanding and found it amusing yet noble for me to not think of my own safety.
After that, I went to work at the second-largest mall in Canada as a customer service skater--yes, on rollerblades for eight hours a day I skated around a large mall and assisted customers with anything they needed. My first aid reputation spread there too somehow and even my co-workers would ask me for a bandaid and such and at one point, a woman began to have convulsions and started vomiting everywhere and rolling around in it with her airway clogged.
A few months later, I figured "I have to continue becoming a paramedic".
I left that great job for EMR training, or Emergency Medical Responder, which is an entry-level position that I took at the Justice Institute's Paramedic Academy. I needed to have that in order to get into the Primary Care Paramedic program and to become employed as a paramedic. It turns out that to be a paramedic here you need to be licensed--not just certified. I was fine with that, but for the mean time I was going to use the EMR knowledge and apply it to industrial medic jobs. No, I needed to be licensed to do that job too.
Dammit.
So in the mean time I decided to go into volunteering with my qualifications. I went back to my old high school as a medic for the rugby and football teams. From there on, I got a lot more experience and paramedics that I worked with (who would take away the injured players) said I was pretty much one of them already.
I decided to get licensed. You're probably wondering why I never did. It came to around $465.00 and a five-six month waiting period and I figured I could just continue on to the PCP program. So I said "Fuck it, going on to the Primary Care Paramedic program". It hit me, the PCP program had a year-waiting list, the paramedics here went on strike due to lack of pay and horrible hours and it caused courses to become cancelled and since I waited too long, I couldn't get licensed for my EMR certification.
So now I'm stuck again being that "masked-man paramedic" person that would do the job on the streets and a volunteer medic for sports teams (getting reimbursed for using supplies got me some money) and even friends asked me to be a first aid guy for their huge-ass parties with like sixty people (where I actually came in handy). Volunteering or getting reimbersed won't get me anywhere in life. Yes I live with my parents still. I'm only 20.
Then it occurred me. Go join the army. I enlisted a few times before--once when I was 16 for the Army Reserves but parental consent was taken away (even though I told them that Reservists aren't sent to war unless they volunteer...in Canada anyways) because some soldiers got killed in Afghanistan. When I was 18 I applied a second time but a girl came into my life and I said no when they asked me if I was still interested. Then she left me a few months later. Now, my not-really-cousin used to work for the military as a civilian worker for families and this Saturday she's giving me another application and recruitment package. On Tuesday we're going there to give it in.
Finally, my life is going somewhere. But for some odd reason, I can't help but feel..odd about it. It's time to do something though with my life.
Embrace The Suck.
By the way, my friend bought this patch for me and sewed it onto my jacket. I think it suits me. (Got a discount on it at the military surplus store for stating paramedic training!)
Friday, November 27, 2009
I love me. I am important. Go me!
Sheeple: Nickname for People Sheep, or People of society acting as Sheep. Following one direction, being a mainstream..
When I was young, I knew how the world could be dangerous. I saw how wars caused suffering and needless deaths, how crime changed people and society and they way someone's stupidity could cause another harm. One never knew what exactly life could throw at them. Sure, right now somebody's life may be going okay--a job, family, friends and the lot. But what if, just saying, that person lost his or her job? Did you have a cache of money to get you out of debt? What if your loved one got hurt in front of you and their life started to slip away from your grasp? Would you know what to do?
My concern, as I've stated many times to others, is my life and adapting to changes. I decided to become prepared and that made a lot of people see me as paranoid. Paranoid? Or am I just aware? Aware of the realities that can harm you? Paranoia is a mental disorder. Being aware is what a human should be doing.
A few years back I got training in first aid and CPR done. Many of my peers and family members came to me for many things. Sometimes I'd get calls in the middle of the night to help someone treat an injury or even go to their house as a form of an on-call doctor. I started volunteering and working as a First Aid Attendant. Then last summer I got certified as a Emergency Medical Responder (a low-level paramedic position) in which I needed to enter the Primary Care Paramedic course but thanks to the paramedic strike, I wasn't able to continue on with that just yet.
Anyways, for a long time I've been taking care of people's wounds and illnesses and I didn't mind. But then it became more extreme--depressed and suicidal people came to me after hearing I help people and it got to the point where I would have to look after them for months at a time. Sure, some do it for attention, but you can never be sure. Besides, say they don't get the attention, then what? Looks like they have a lot of people who care about them..
What happened next was that I changed. I went from being a generally, happy-go-lucky guy who cared for others and now, I look out for my self mainly and I don't really give a damn about the majority of people (of course if I see a person bleeding out on the streets, then I'll get right to work). I changed because I got burned out or 'mentally exhausted'.
But they kept coming. I suppose it is my fault for opening myself up to many people. I started being used for little things. Many of those I did help turned on me and some even said that I was trying to be better than others. Fuck no. Then they started wondering why I was mad, or why I hesitated in helping and then wondered what was wrong with me.
I learned the hard way that you have to say no to people when they become dependent. It won't do anyone any good if you keep saying yes and trying to be nice.
Now the reason why I stated the whole "Sheeple" thing above was the fact that this is what society is really like. We created things in our heads to make it seem like life is good, that it's better. If you need to make something better, isn't there a problem in the first place? I see many things as an excuse to do something that's supposedly 'right' for everyone.
Think of religion. I'll leave it there.
Anyways, about the Sheeple. Sheeple will follow what others do and become oblivious to what's really going on. They (like those people who came to me stated above) depend on someone else to do the dirty work, to show that nothing bad will happen if they are around. But what if they weren't? Almost everyone will see an accident and say "Call 9-1-1!" and then they sit there watching the person die in front of them because Rush-Hour is keeping back the ambulance and police officers.
Oh, then bitch and complain about how long it took them to get there.
"My son died because of you! You took too long!" (Yes, this HAS happened many times before. Don't say it doesn't happen.)
We can't depend on the government or anyone else for that matter (trust me I think the government tries hard to help, but sometimes they just can't). You have to do something if you want to make it through the hard reality. In the dark streets, only YOU can defend yourself. In a car accident, only YOU can take care of yourself and your loved ones and anyone else if they don't know what to do.
Besides, if the First Responders can see that you can take care of yourself and your loved ones, then it'll give them time to take care of others around them who REALLY need it.
Sorry if I seemed a bit all over the place--my mind was running everywhere.
Here, I was relating what my life (so far) of helping people is like, with society and first responders. Take care of yourself and your own, help the more unfortunate and let the others do the same. Don't depend on others for things you can handle. That's what I was trying to say. The world can be so much better that way.
Embrace The Suck.
When I was young, I knew how the world could be dangerous. I saw how wars caused suffering and needless deaths, how crime changed people and society and they way someone's stupidity could cause another harm. One never knew what exactly life could throw at them. Sure, right now somebody's life may be going okay--a job, family, friends and the lot. But what if, just saying, that person lost his or her job? Did you have a cache of money to get you out of debt? What if your loved one got hurt in front of you and their life started to slip away from your grasp? Would you know what to do?
My concern, as I've stated many times to others, is my life and adapting to changes. I decided to become prepared and that made a lot of people see me as paranoid. Paranoid? Or am I just aware? Aware of the realities that can harm you? Paranoia is a mental disorder. Being aware is what a human should be doing.
A few years back I got training in first aid and CPR done. Many of my peers and family members came to me for many things. Sometimes I'd get calls in the middle of the night to help someone treat an injury or even go to their house as a form of an on-call doctor. I started volunteering and working as a First Aid Attendant. Then last summer I got certified as a Emergency Medical Responder (a low-level paramedic position) in which I needed to enter the Primary Care Paramedic course but thanks to the paramedic strike, I wasn't able to continue on with that just yet.
Anyways, for a long time I've been taking care of people's wounds and illnesses and I didn't mind. But then it became more extreme--depressed and suicidal people came to me after hearing I help people and it got to the point where I would have to look after them for months at a time. Sure, some do it for attention, but you can never be sure. Besides, say they don't get the attention, then what? Looks like they have a lot of people who care about them..
What happened next was that I changed. I went from being a generally, happy-go-lucky guy who cared for others and now, I look out for my self mainly and I don't really give a damn about the majority of people (of course if I see a person bleeding out on the streets, then I'll get right to work). I changed because I got burned out or 'mentally exhausted'.
But they kept coming. I suppose it is my fault for opening myself up to many people. I started being used for little things. Many of those I did help turned on me and some even said that I was trying to be better than others. Fuck no. Then they started wondering why I was mad, or why I hesitated in helping and then wondered what was wrong with me.
I learned the hard way that you have to say no to people when they become dependent. It won't do anyone any good if you keep saying yes and trying to be nice.
Now the reason why I stated the whole "Sheeple" thing above was the fact that this is what society is really like. We created things in our heads to make it seem like life is good, that it's better. If you need to make something better, isn't there a problem in the first place? I see many things as an excuse to do something that's supposedly 'right' for everyone.
Think of religion. I'll leave it there.
Anyways, about the Sheeple. Sheeple will follow what others do and become oblivious to what's really going on. They (like those people who came to me stated above) depend on someone else to do the dirty work, to show that nothing bad will happen if they are around. But what if they weren't? Almost everyone will see an accident and say "Call 9-1-1!" and then they sit there watching the person die in front of them because Rush-Hour is keeping back the ambulance and police officers.
Oh, then bitch and complain about how long it took them to get there.
"My son died because of you! You took too long!" (Yes, this HAS happened many times before. Don't say it doesn't happen.)
We can't depend on the government or anyone else for that matter (trust me I think the government tries hard to help, but sometimes they just can't). You have to do something if you want to make it through the hard reality. In the dark streets, only YOU can defend yourself. In a car accident, only YOU can take care of yourself and your loved ones and anyone else if they don't know what to do.
Besides, if the First Responders can see that you can take care of yourself and your loved ones, then it'll give them time to take care of others around them who REALLY need it.
Sorry if I seemed a bit all over the place--my mind was running everywhere.
Here, I was relating what my life (so far) of helping people is like, with society and first responders. Take care of yourself and your own, help the more unfortunate and let the others do the same. Don't depend on others for things you can handle. That's what I was trying to say. The world can be so much better that way.
Embrace The Suck.
Wednesday, November 25, 2009
Just a minor test..
This is more so just an experimental / not really anything big post. This is taken from my journal on Deviant Art.
For almost half a year now I've been trying to find a job. Any job really, anything except McDonalds thanks. I look now at my resume and others before said it was rather impressive but no one is accepting me or calling me back. I really need a job. A year of no work and only volunteering or doing side jobs..yeah don't do that. Schooling on the other hand is something I'm considering too--but I need money. It's hard to get jobs out there. There are still other options out there--and until I run out of them completely, I will not work at McDonalds, sorry. I may go back to work as a first aid for industrial sites--but I need to get recertified for it or get a higher level of industrial first aid to get more jobs or get licensed for my entry-level paramedic certification from the JIBC Paramedic Academy--but since it's been so long that I got certified, I need to most likely retake the month-long course..
I wanted to write more, but I don't know what about. I'll probably post another one later today.
Pce
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For almost half a year now I've been trying to find a job. Any job really, anything except McDonalds thanks. I look now at my resume and others before said it was rather impressive but no one is accepting me or calling me back. I really need a job. A year of no work and only volunteering or doing side jobs..yeah don't do that. Schooling on the other hand is something I'm considering too--but I need money. It's hard to get jobs out there. There are still other options out there--and until I run out of them completely, I will not work at McDonalds, sorry. I may go back to work as a first aid for industrial sites--but I need to get recertified for it or get a higher level of industrial first aid to get more jobs or get licensed for my entry-level paramedic certification from the JIBC Paramedic Academy--but since it's been so long that I got certified, I need to most likely retake the month-long course..
I wanted to write more, but I don't know what about. I'll probably post another one later today.
Pce
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