Monday, November 17, 2008
I was reading Far Side of Fifty's account of her EMT career. It brought back a memory that I had forgotten. I worked in communications from the time I was 16 until I retired. I was always on call and many nights the phone rang at 3 a.m. My habit in the winter was to tuck my nightgown into my sweats, pull on my snow boots, don a stocking hat and my down coat and go to the office. After all, I wasn't going to see anyone but the local cop on patrol. It saved time, I could fix the trouble and be back home most nights in under an hour and go back to bed. That all changed one night when things were more complicated and not resolved very quickly. My boss came down to the office for some reason or other. I tell you I got really, really warm working with my coat on until he left! Needless to say, I started putting a sweatshirt over my night gown after that.