I thoroughly believe that its healthy to have a bit of a bitch and a moan once in a while – especially in your workplace. So long as your work is not effected you should be able to off-load your stresses however you see fit. In our job, most of the this ‘off-loading’ happens in the mess room and has been long accepted. But, with ambulance crews spending more and more time away from station this is becoming less and less of an occurrence.
So, we do our bitching and moaning on the road. There’s a theory somewhere that a unit or body of people will always end up uniting against a common cause. In the workplace this inevitably ends up being ‘The Boss’. Its not their fault – and most of time they’re innocent of all witch hunt charges placed against them by the mob. But, in order for a unit or body of people to work effectively, they need a common cause to fight against. So, ‘The Boss’ it is . . . I consider it a necessary metaphorical sacrifice.
A student paramenace friend of mine, Mick*, told me of a funny dispatch/Control scenario the other day . . . Continue reading →