After a year as my partner, teaching her, molding her in my likeness, and seeing her become strong in the ways of the Force, Nitrous has moved to a day shift that will allow her more time for family responsibilities.
Tonight marks my second shift with my new partner. He’s a pleasant guy, conscientious, seems eager to learn. He’s been an EMT for close to a year, but has precisely 80 hours of street experience thus far.
He’s currently in the paramedic class, so I’ll likely only have him for a year or so until he gets his own rig somewhere.
In the past 18 hours with the new guy, though, I have noticed a couple of things:
1. He has this distressing habit of calling me “Sir.”
2. He drives like a geriatric sloth with a Quaalude habit. Seriously, the way dude drives, he needs a calendar, not a speedometer.
After questioning him about #2, I discovered that he has poor night vision. That’s a bit of an impediment, seeing as how he works a night shift.
Accordingly, he shall henceforth be known as Mister Magoo.
As it is written, so shall it be done.