The New Guy

I haven’t given him a name yet, but I’m working on it.

Sort of.

Newguy seems alright by me. He’s a medic with a few years under his belt. I’m not sure I’m feeling the double-medic thing, mostly because I hate to drive.

He also hates driving.

But we spent 4 hours discussing Russell’s teapot and the barber paradox.

He likes Pink Floyd and found Malcolm Gladwell to be fascinating.

He literally has no idea where he is at any given moment, besides inside an ambulance, house, or hospital.

We’ll figure it out, though.

Comments

  1. Flash Larry says:

    I have found the lack of ability of the young to learn where things are to be mystifying, though I don’t think it’s lack of ability. It’s lack of opportunity and lack of effort.

    When we used to be zoned in an area, I would drive new people around, show them the main streets and landmarks, and work with them and the mapbook (the what???) so they would learn how to get me from the scene to the hospital if I happened to be too busy to direct them.

    Then came posting. And GPS. A fatal combination.

    The other day, one of my colleagues told me that he was working and his unit received a (911) dispatch providing an address. The address was not in the GPS. His partner said, “What do we do?”
    “We’ll look it up in the mapbook.”
    “What’s that? How do you do that?”

    Curse you, Google maps.

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