tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13887605.post114067529860585349..comments2023-07-04T04:34:11.665-04:00Comments on the painted band-aid box: Mentally closing the ambulance doorspainter in hidinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17164211254563961440noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13887605.post-1140811771685193952006-02-24T15:09:00.000-05:002006-02-24T15:09:00.000-05:00Incidentally...those slaps on the door before the ...Incidentally...those slaps on the door before the rig drives away are known as "Ambuslaps". The FFs here love to give 'em (tongue firly in cheek). We all about pass out when someone does it for real.<BR/><BR/>NOAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13887605.post-1140788818891317812006-02-24T08:46:00.000-05:002006-02-24T08:46:00.000-05:00We all get together some mornings on our day off f...We all get together some mornings on our day off for coffee and/or breakfast. The person who talks about work has to buy for everyone that morning. <BR/>It's tough to get away. I live in a small town and my friends call me at night for medical advice. You meet former pts. in Walmart and they want to tell you about how they (or their loved one) is doing now. Because I was polite, attentive, and compassionate when you were sick or injured doesn't mean I want to hang out with you on my days off! After I'm done with the job I don't want to have to smell you or look at you! I reserve all my emotional "cash" for investing in my friends. <BR/><BR/>NoAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com