Lesson 2

Jaeger can be your best friend. There are people out there that have one bad experience and call it quits. This is not limited to one type of alcohol, but it is lmited to one group of people. Pussies. If you dont try knew things, how will you know what you like or don't like. For example, how do you know you wouldn't like to be with another woman honey? Have you ever tried it? Point made. There are things, however, that are acceptable to pass on. Boiled bull testicles. Sure they look meaty and filling, and I'm sure that they would taste great with some hot sauce and wrapped up in a burrito with cheese shredded all over it. Maybe mix in a can of raviolis. Use your best judgement. Unless you fall into the afore mentioned group. Then just sack up and stop being a little bitch. Eat the balls. It may be the only time you can claim to have some. My point is not to preach by any means, even though the Reverend status is somewhat legit. If there are those people out there that can learn a thing or two, or just be able to relate to anything that I'm saing, great. Or if you get a laugh at my stupidity or mis spelled words, the spell check is blocked by my antivirus/adware/ spyware/chemical warfare program. Maybe this is going to turn into some kind of venting therapy thathelps me cope with the neurosis that I have developed in my short haggered existence. Either way its gonna be alot of fun.

1st posting

So here it is. Chapter One in the random saga of this new short lived craze of mine. After the recent departure of a very formidable conspirator, I was given the address to his blog. Since this man has so inspired me to do great and terrible things at risk of termination and humiliation, I have decided to document the little known existence of myself in hopes that all will gain from the well learned lessons of my life and by association, the lives around me. Let all who seek knowledge, bask in the stupidity of my wisdom.

Lesson 1: I'm gonna get right to the point. Paramedicine, not the way to go. Most of these lessons are based on the very amusing tales and ramblings of the last six years of my life. Those who you count on, count on luck. When I come to work, be it hung over, or sick with some coincidential disease I picked up from some deviant transient that I happen to transport the shift before, my tour begins miserably. For one, EMS does not pay that well. Fast Food chains pay more on average. This is not just the shit hole company I work for, who's owner is the worst, penny pinching excuse for a Paramedic I have ever seen. Today, I was at the Relay For Life. A fantastic fund raiser for Cancer research and patients. A person selling raffle tickets came up to the owner of the company and asked if he would purchase a ticket for the chance to win a basket of local wines and cheeses. He replied, " If you can garauntee me that I'll win, I will." Dedicated to Serve.

I understand that this might come of as bitching. You must understand, and I hope everyone of my co-workers would agree, that I am concerned for not only my well being, but for the rest of my fellow employees.

This is getting rather long. So I'll end this lesson here. If you take anything from this, other than Josh is a sniveling shit. Let it be that, If your business is people, take care of of your business.