RodolfoなTumblr　

「本当⁉︎ どういう　きっかけか　聞いてもいい…？」

「きっかけと　言うよりは… 昔から勝手に　ヘテロ扱いされる　ほうが耐え難くて

それで物心ついた　ときから言ってった　って感じかな」

「そうかあ…」

「ちなみに　親にも　カムアウト　してるんだ　けどさ

未だに独りなの？　彼女をいつ連れて　くるのって聞かされて　毎っ回うんざり

ビアンだろうと　ヘテロだろうと　パートナーが必要　みたいな考え方　押し付けてきて本当嫌！」

ふたりでいなきゃ　レズビアンじゃない　わけないっつの

確かに…

I got black aquarium sand for Momo Fish, as well as a black backing for her tank. She’s always been more subdued and more stressed than Mina Fish, so hopefully turning down the brightness and intensity of her tank will help.

Blue sky at breakfast.

Rain came soon after.

ずっと育ててみたかったマングローブ

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“EVALUATIONS AND THE CHANCE FOR RAISES HAPPEN EVERY 6 MONTHS” (emphasis mine)

So. I asked the Mini Boss about my six month evaluation the other day. He said he’d look into it. Yesterday afternoon, I sent him a quick email about our absent dispatcher, saying that I could work day shifts on Mondays and Tuesdays if needed.

He emailed me back saying the shifts were covered, and just to follow up, “We do not have anything in place for 6-month evaluations we as an organization do annual reviews, If there is something that comes up before that let us know and we can get something scheduled!” (Atrocious grammar his own)

I am on the fucking warpath.

I don’t make enough money. This is not a matter of want (though I definitely want more), nor is it a matter of ego or nebulous concepts like the value of my work or what I deserve (though I do have 15 years of experience and generally do a good job). It is a matter of need. I live in a high cost of living area. In order to live comfortably as a couple, Husband and I should be making $25-$30/hr EACH. I make $22/hr. I am making ends meet, don’t start the gofundme yet, but I am not saving. There’s nothing to save.

I accepted the offer from Private Ambulance on the information that I would get a raise after six months. I talked salary with my colleagues like a smart worker, fully expecting to coyly say “Based on my experience and performance, and salaries paid for comparable positions, I should be making at least $25/hr” in my review.

Now I’m combing through the (inadequate) handbook and looking for any protocol that could possibly mention six month reviews; talking to my friend in management (our clinical guy, who recently got promoted), and rotating this in my mind so I can come up with something more eloquent than “FUCK YOU PAY ME.”

I love the work I do. If I didn’t, I’d walk. But I really like dispatching ambulances! Complicating things is the fact that every private ambulance company is the same. They don’t teach business administration in paramedic school, and yet, paramedics keep thinking they can run ambulance companies and the same problems keep happening. If I moved to a different company, it would just be more bullshit. On top of that, I ended up with a fucking awesome group of coworkers.

Here’s some nature so we can decompress.

This week’s flowers. 💚🫐

Green lilies and blueberries.

The other private ambulance companies in the area weren’t doing much better. Is there a shortage of ambulances, paramedics, EMTs (no, it’s not EMTs), or is everyone running on skeleton crews to save money?

The director of the Flights dispatch center called me to ask for an ambulance, which of course we didn’t have. The fact that the director is working an overnight weekend shift on the floor tells me that there may be another opening soon!

I should be asleep. But I took a full shower to test the plumbing (no anomalies noted!) and had to wait for my hair to dry. It looks amazing. And it’s not gonna look this good when I wake up, because that’s just how it goes.