The Stages Of Your EMS Career, As Told By "The Office"

The Stages Of Your EMS Career, As Told By "The Office"

"I should have burned this place down when I had the chance."

Maybe you've wondered, maybe you haven't. Either way, we all go through it, and it's nice to see it in writing. Here's the 6 stages of an EMS career, as told by the hit show, "The Office."

1. The Newbie

Sorry to say it, but you're a "whacker" at this point, and Dwight is your role model. You're new, you're fresh, and you may have some good ideas. The problem, you have no experience. You don't know how it all works yet. Basically, at this point, you're just good at not killing people, not necessarily doing anything positive. Who knows, you probably have a disaster plan should your crew chief go down, and it puts all the power in your hands. Just a disaster plan, all they have to do is give you the power.

2. The Full-Timer

At this point, you've been around the block a few times, and you've seen a few things. You have a loose grasp on what it means to do emergency medicine, but you're insecure. And that's okay. What isn't okay, you're also probably a little arrogant at this point. That's why Andy is your soul mate. Everything is fine, all is good, or at least that's what you tell everyone when they see you stumble. Don't worry, I see you.

3. The Crew Chief

Who else can better represent the crew chief, and this stage of an EMS career? I'll wait. Michael Scott, the boss, the big man. That's what you are now. Sometimes you're outgoing, but most times you're not. Oh you have insecurities, too, but those have been forged in the fire of EMS, and you control them like a lion. You know exactly what's going on, and though some may question your sanity, you're completely in control. (Or, at least you're faking it until you make it.)

4. The Bitter Old-Timer

The only thing standing between Michael and Stanley is a whole lot of hate. Welcome to the fourth stage. As much as we hate to admit it happens, burnout for EMS is 5 years. The non-emergency calls at 3am, the dialysis transports, the long hours, the newbies, it all catches up. Now, there's two ways this goes down. Either you evolve, and suddenly all the workplace gossip, the crappy pay, and the mean patients roll off your back like water on a duck, or you get out. Some choose the former when they should have chose the latter. And if you survive...

5. The Retiree

You either become Stanley and get out, or you live long enough to see yourself become Kevin. The years of breathing exhaust and hearing the siren have numbed your senses and your mind. Everyone loves you, and some probably feel bad. You probably have great chili that everyone asks you to make, too. Suddenly, you really don't care very much about anything. But this one is more euphoric. You're happy, you're content, you're free! Then you realize that it's all over, it all happened way too fast. But it's not quite gone, EMS will always be a part of you.

We all go through the stages, which one are you in now? Are you Dwight? (I hope not!) Are you Michael, going in to work screaming? Or maybe you're farther along. Wherever you are, I wish you the best of luck, remember, you want to get to Kevin, keep striving!

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To The Friends I Won't Talk To After High School

I sincerely hope, every great quality I saw in you, was imprinted on the world.


So, for the last four years I’ve seen you almost everyday. I’ve learned about your annoying little brother, your dogs and your crazy weekend stories. I’ve seen you rock the awful freshman year fashion, date, attend homecoming, study for AP tests, and get accepted into college.

Thank you for asking me about my day, filling me in on your boy drama and giving me the World History homework. Thank you for complimenting my outfits, laughing at me presenting in class and listening to me complain about my parents. Thank you for sending me your Quizlets and being excited for my accomplishments- every single one of them. I appreciate it all because I know that soon I won’t really see you again. And that makes me sad. I’ll no longer see your face every Monday morning, wave hello to you in the hallways or eat lunch with you ever again. We won't live in the same city and sooner or later you might even forget my name.

We didn’t hang out after school but none the less you impacted me in a huge way. You supported my passions, stood up for me and made me laugh. You gave me advice on life the way you saw it and you didn’t have to but you did. I think maybe in just the smallest way, you influenced me. You made me believe that there’s lots of good people in this world that are nice just because they can be. You were real with me and that's all I can really ask for. We were never in the same friend group or got together on the weekends but you were still a good friend to me. You saw me grow up before your eyes and watched me walk into class late with Starbucks every day. I think people like you don’t get enough credit because I might not talk to you after high school but you are still so important to me. So thanks.

With that said, I truly hope that our paths cross one day in the future. You can tell me about how your brothers doing or how you regret the college you picked. Or maybe one day I’ll see you in the grocery store with a ring on your finger and I’ll be so happy you finally got what you deserved so many guys ago.

And if we ever do cross paths, I sincerely hope you became everything you wanted to be. I hope you traveled to Italy, got your dream job and found the love of your life. I hope you have beautiful children and a fluffy dog named Charlie. I hope you found success in love before wealth and I hope you depended on yourself for happiness before anything else. I hope you visited your mom in college and I hope you hugged your little sister every chance you got. She’s in high school now and you always tell her how that was the time of your life. I sincerely hope, every great quality I saw in you, was imprinted on the world.

And hey, maybe I’ll see you at the reunion and maybe just maybe you’ll remember my face. If so, I’d like to catch up, coffee?



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I Wonder If You'd Be Proud of Me

Or if you even think of me at all.


I wonder if you'd be proud of me.

My first thought when I wake up in the morning is whether or not you still think of me. I think about if I am wearing the right outfit if I were to see you that day. I think about if I am saying the right thing for you to want to want me again.

Throughout my day, I think about whether or not you're happy. I wonder if the feeling in my heart of missing who I thought you were is making its way to you. Sometimes I think about what I did to make you hate me as much as you do.

Sometimes when things get really hard, I think about picking up the phone to call you. Time keeps passing from the last time I saw you and during that time I've painted a picture of you that would probably only disappoint me in the end. Your phone number still sits in my phone and I go to your contact, wanting to call, but knowing that at the other end is not the person I used to know.

I wonder if you watch me. I wonder if the posts I make, pictures I post, and articles I write are viewed by you and whether or not you care to even search my name. I wonder if you ask people about me or if you care to know the person I am today.

Without you, I have changed. It has been two years and though time will only continue moving on without you, I wonder what would have happened if I didn't make the choices I made to make you react in the way you have.

When the sun shines bright on the flowers blooming around campus, I think of your jokes and sarcastic wit. When the rain pours from the sky and keeps me imprisoned within the walls of a building, I think of ways I felt imprisoned by you. When clouds form shapes in the sky that I can make stories out of, I think of the way life could've been.

Sometimes I write to you. They are the letters I can never send because I have to remind myself that though we knew each other once, you do not know me anymore. The picture in my mind of who you are now is someone who'd love me with open arms, but I know that there's no truth in that. It's only my wishful thinking out to break my heart once more.

I wonder if you hear me when I try talking to you. I wonder if the words I tell God are making their way to you as you go on living the life we always talked about when times get tough. I wonder if you're talking to God about me.

As I watch the sunset, I think about the last moment I was with you. As that chapter ended, I was only wishfully thinking that walking away would save me from further pain. In the end, I don't know about how life would've been different had it not happened.

When my picture of you gets too bright and I share it with others, I am reminded of reality. The screaming, crying, pushing, shoving, and hitting touches my skin once more in the form of flashbacks that push me further down into the depths of a depression. I am reminded of the hundreds of suicidal thoughts and letters that I've written once before.

No matter what, my heart still yearns for a hug. A hug where I can bury myself into your body and feel safe. A hug where I forget every worry in my mind and focus solely on the love.

I wonder if you'd still love me if I changed myself to be the person you've always wanted me to be. I wonder if you'd forgive me for walking away, even if it was for me to change to be a better person. I wonder if you'll ever even read this.

Days like today, I want to go back in time. I sit on the benches around campus and look up at the sky, down at the cars passing by, and listen to life move on all around me as I remain stuck. I hear people talking, see them laughing, and wonder if there's any way I could one day feel as alive as they do.

The truth is that I was never enough for you. No matter how much I changed, kept notes of what you liked so I could be like that, or just kept my head down and moved silently, nothing was ever enough.

No matter what, though, I still yearn to be loved in the way that I picture you should've loved me. Closure does not exist. You were the ones who were supposed to hold me down. But now I am nothing to you...I was always nothing to you.

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