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The Continuing Chronicles of the FNG(irl): The Mailbox Massacre & The Knob
All I can say is.....thank god it wasn't me (this time).
Our usual drill night arrived, although I wasn't sure I was going to go...I'd been sick most of the day, but we got toned out about an hour before drill for an overturned bicyclist in a ravine...., and I figured if I could respond to that, I could drag my butt to drill.
The first half hour of drill was a repeat of what I like to call "The Chinese Fire Drill"---essentially, our chief sends everyone out on all three rigs, and everyone practices their driving skills. We ride around the village practicing turns and trying not to run down small children, and then meet up at a designated spot and everyone switches rigs (Hence the Chinese Fire Drill----we haven't left anyone standing on the side of the road yet, but it's only a matter of time...) --
I did my gig behind the wheel, managed not to make an ass of myself or hit anyone, and pulled over to switch out with another "newbie".....I plopped down in my exterior jump seat (WHY it doesn't have a seatbelt is beyond me, but that's coming up in my next conversation with the chief) and decided to kick back and enjoy the ride and the opportunity to zone out and not think for a little while.
We head down a street that has a cul-de-sac turnaound at the end of it....the driver makes the first part of the circle turn uneventfully...doesn't seem to be cranking the wheel hard enough.....and I sit up a little bit straighter in my seat. Now I'm nervously eyeballing the line of six mailboxes anchored into posts on the interior of the circle---and the side of the engine seems to be cutting it pretty close......and then CRASH!!!! (scrape, grind, crumple, crumple,, crash.....) ---and the rig shudders to a halt. The entire line of mailboxes is now half upright, half jammed up against the side of the rig.
I hear one of the senior guys in the compartment say the understatement of the year....."Uh oh".
I jump down to assess the damage.....everyone else piles out and we all stand there looking at each other thinking...."how fast can we fix this before any of the homeowners figure out what's going on?" ---Mike pulls the rig forward (which now has a very nice scrape running the length of it) ---we grab the sledge out of the side compartment and the cordless screw driver.....and with two of us playing lookout for the neighbors....start hammering the posts back into the ground and screwing the boxes back onto the posts. Then we hauled ass out of there. The mailboxes looked ALMOST the same as they did before we slaughtered them.
We get back from our relaxing drive through the countryside, and Chief has decided we're going to do an outside live burn. I'm still pretty new to the SCBA, but I'm more comfortable getting it on (properly)....As we head into the back burn area of our department, Glenn yells over to me "get your pack on" ---so I gear up and get off the rig. There's a decently sized bonfire burning merrily away (s'mores anyone?) and now all the newbies (including yours truly) are standing around it waiting for some direction. And its pretty warm......and I'm starting to perspire a little bit.....
And now a bead of sweat is working its way from my forehead to the tip of my nose.......and it's starting to bug me a little bit. I instinctively swat the nose area of my face to stop the annoying tickle....only to realize that my mask is in the way....and I can't do a damned thing about it. The mildly annoying tickle is now driving me half out of my mind......and other rolling beads of sweat have decided to join the party on my face......I might have ripped my mask off right then and there to get some relief.....but at that point the fire has burned down enough to suit the boss, and he walks over to me and says "I want you to get on the knob".
I blink at him.....he looks at me waiting confirmation.....I blink again and say......"I'm sorry....you want me to do what on the what???" .....He replies....."get on the knob....take the nozzle on the hose" ......Ohhhhhhhhh.......ok.........now I get it..........
I get comfortable "on the knob" (ok, I'll admit it here, I'm ALWAYS going to smirk when I hear that) and work on putting out the fire, and do a decent job of it.....my partner blew through his air tank so I passed off the hose and we went to start changing out bottles and cleaning up.
Damage report for the night......a couple of mailboxes and a newbie's pride(and a huge amount of relief on my part that I wasn't the one behind the wheel....because we all know if anyone besides that kid was going to trash something with the rig....it was probably going to be me.....)
But the upside...... I LOVE DOING THIS JOB!!!!
Next week? Trench Rescue!!! (this ought to be interesting...)
Stay safe, buckle up, and until next time...
Our usual drill night arrived, although I wasn't sure I was going to go...I'd been sick most of the day, but we got toned out about an hour before drill for an overturned bicyclist in a ravine...., and I figured if I could respond to that, I could drag my butt to drill.
The first half hour of drill was a repeat of what I like to call "The Chinese Fire Drill"---essentially, our chief sends everyone out on all three rigs, and everyone practices their driving skills. We ride around the village practicing turns and trying not to run down small children, and then meet up at a designated spot and everyone switches rigs (Hence the Chinese Fire Drill----we haven't left anyone standing on the side of the road yet, but it's only a matter of time...) --
I did my gig behind the wheel, managed not to make an ass of myself or hit anyone, and pulled over to switch out with another "newbie".....I plopped down in my exterior jump seat (WHY it doesn't have a seatbelt is beyond me, but that's coming up in my next conversation with the chief) and decided to kick back and enjoy the ride and the opportunity to zone out and not think for a little while.
We head down a street that has a cul-de-sac turnaound at the end of it....the driver makes the first part of the circle turn uneventfully...doesn't seem to be cranking the wheel hard enough.....and I sit up a little bit straighter in my seat. Now I'm nervously eyeballing the line of six mailboxes anchored into posts on the interior of the circle---and the side of the engine seems to be cutting it pretty close......and then CRASH!!!! (scrape, grind, crumple, crumple,, crash.....) ---and the rig shudders to a halt. The entire line of mailboxes is now half upright, half jammed up against the side of the rig.
I hear one of the senior guys in the compartment say the understatement of the year....."Uh oh".
I jump down to assess the damage.....everyone else piles out and we all stand there looking at each other thinking...."how fast can we fix this before any of the homeowners figure out what's going on?" ---Mike pulls the rig forward (which now has a very nice scrape running the length of it) ---we grab the sledge out of the side compartment and the cordless screw driver.....and with two of us playing lookout for the neighbors....start hammering the posts back into the ground and screwing the boxes back onto the posts. Then we hauled ass out of there. The mailboxes looked ALMOST the same as they did before we slaughtered them.
We get back from our relaxing drive through the countryside, and Chief has decided we're going to do an outside live burn. I'm still pretty new to the SCBA, but I'm more comfortable getting it on (properly)....As we head into the back burn area of our department, Glenn yells over to me "get your pack on" ---so I gear up and get off the rig. There's a decently sized bonfire burning merrily away (s'mores anyone?) and now all the newbies (including yours truly) are standing around it waiting for some direction. And its pretty warm......and I'm starting to perspire a little bit.....
And now a bead of sweat is working its way from my forehead to the tip of my nose.......and it's starting to bug me a little bit. I instinctively swat the nose area of my face to stop the annoying tickle....only to realize that my mask is in the way....and I can't do a damned thing about it. The mildly annoying tickle is now driving me half out of my mind......and other rolling beads of sweat have decided to join the party on my face......I might have ripped my mask off right then and there to get some relief.....but at that point the fire has burned down enough to suit the boss, and he walks over to me and says "I want you to get on the knob".
I blink at him.....he looks at me waiting confirmation.....I blink again and say......"I'm sorry....you want me to do what on the what???" .....He replies....."get on the knob....take the nozzle on the hose" ......Ohhhhhhhhh.......ok.........now I get it..........
I get comfortable "on the knob" (ok, I'll admit it here, I'm ALWAYS going to smirk when I hear that) and work on putting out the fire, and do a decent job of it.....my partner blew through his air tank so I passed off the hose and we went to start changing out bottles and cleaning up.
Damage report for the night......a couple of mailboxes and a newbie's pride(and a huge amount of relief on my part that I wasn't the one behind the wheel....because we all know if anyone besides that kid was going to trash something with the rig....it was probably going to be me.....)
But the upside...... I LOVE DOING THIS JOB!!!!
Next week? Trench Rescue!!! (this ought to be interesting...)
Stay safe, buckle up, and until next time...
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Comment by Jim Seargent on April 10, 2008 at 9:32pm
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My project is coming down to the wire so life always seems to get killer hectic during these times. Couple that with a healthy happy 20 month old monster, (little boy), and posting can seem like a chore. I do however keep up on reading as much as I can of what you all have to say. You, Siren, Art, Tiger and Mike never stop impressing me. I love to read all of your posts.
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Comment by Mary Ellen Shea on April 10, 2008 at 9:21pm
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Thanks Jimbo...long time no talk to!
:)
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Hey Mel,
I took Fundamentals, (the essentials of today), in 1984. That means I'm old! After all this time one thing still gets me excited, (OK maybe 2). That's the excitement and enthusiasm of the new folks. I'm proud of you!
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Comment by Peter Lupkowski on April 10, 2008 at 4:39pm
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I hesitate tomention that the title of the blog is FNG(irl)... and we're worried about the knob? I guess I never thought of the fire service as late night TV, or an HBO special, or Blue Collar Tours the Firehouse. Thanks for the chuckles!
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Comment by Engineco913 on April 10, 2008 at 2:59pm
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Cross training? One of the requirements of being a driver (of any apparatus) is you have to know how to operate the apparatus in question before you drive it. Getting the engine or ladder to the scene is just one small pea in the big pod of scene management.
No seatbelt? In an Exterior jump seat???(gasps again) That is sooooo 10 lashes.
Having a sense of humor (and being sarcastic like I am) I get a good smile everytime I hear the nozzle called the knob. Guess we all are perverts after all.
As for the mailboxes.... Repairing the mailboxes back to form is awesome. The one thing you didn't post was the chiefs reaction to the giant scrape on the side of the truck. The first flogging for a drivers error is always one to remember.
I have had bad luck on 1 of our Engines. (engine 912) I took it out for drivers training on one of my rainy days off. I had driven quite some time and was about 10 minutes from returning to quarters when the damnest thing happened, I got a flat tire. (caused by a unknown foreign object in the middle of the road. the officer "teaching me" to drive the engine is a cop and even was baffled that there was no evidense in the road) My second time driving the Engine (again lovely 912) met a similar but less expensive fate. When driving the Engine out of the station to go to a Confirmed Chimney fire with possible extension) the exhaust vent hose kind of didn't release at the correct point (at all) and it fell off outside the bay to meet the rear wheels. (no flat tire thank god!!) I think I am going to retire as a driver and stick to interior operations.
Having a great sense of humor is always imperrative when things like this happen. If you take it too seriously you will be much more gunshy to "get back on the horse you fell off of." So long as safety wasn't an issue (speeding, DUI, driver was trained) you have to step back and say accidents happen, thats why our insurance charges us every year. :)
Great story Mel, can't wait for the next one. :):)
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Comment by Kimberly A Bownas on April 10, 2008 at 1:34pm
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I did get one of our ambulances stuck in the driveway at a rescue call and had to have our local highway department come help get me off the ice. Does having the inside rear tire blow out on the way back from the hospital count? That was freaky..
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I consider myself a better-than-average driver......
1.) I lived on Long Island for five years---the L.I.E. separates the strong from the weak.
2.) I used to drive a mobil kitchen for a catering company that made our engine look like a tonka truck
3.) I always know what's going on 20 feet down the road ahead of me and 20 feet behind me....AT ALL TIMES....I'm an "active" vs passive driver.
But that doesn't mean that one of these days I'm not going to be posting about a driving misadventure....particularly if they cross-train me on pump operations/driver-operator like they want to.
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Comment by Ed Curran on April 10, 2008 at 1:11pm
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I hate to say it but we have people who are "certified" drivers and have been driving for 20+ years do similar and worse
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it was certainly an eye-opener for me.
My first reaction (which I thankfully didn't give voice to) was....What the hell did you just say to me???!!!
:)
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Hey Mel, you are not the only one new to that nickname for the nossle. I have never heard it called that before at all..
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