My husband looks at me last night as I have a spazzy moment of excitement over automated external defibrillators during dinner. "Are you thinking of becoming an EMT?" he asks me.
Thinking I'm probably certain to get some kind of comment about crappy pay, I kind of shyly admit, yeah, it occurred to me.
He ponders. "I thought of doing that at one point." I detail the process and cost for EMT-B in our state. He thinks it's not bad cost-wise or hours-wise.
What surprised me more is that I detailed another possible carreer option, which would be law enforcement. I expected him to crap a brick over that one, but he doesn't seem to bothered by the risks. I can't walk down a dark street at night by myself, but I can be a cop. Maybe it's the whole gun thing.
Yuck. I just got done steam cleaning some carpet. Trying to get my house in order, I feel like there's way more stuff crammed into this place than is possibly needed.
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