So, after 5 weeks of trying to learning ambulance codes and
not getting them quite right, I said to myself "Self, what the fuck are you
doing here? It’s time to move on to something else, girlie." I took my advice because I
know what I’m talking about when it comes to me. I’ve had a long association with
myself and while it has often been a trying one, on the whole I believe I’m sensible.
And codes? They're like algebra to me and getting them 90% right is not good
enough when you’re dealing with people’s lives.
So, I approached the powers that be and said, this is not
working. They were nice about it in a surprised kinda way because most people
don’t admit they don’t get it completely. But then, I’m not most people. If I don’t
know, I say. I’m brave enough to speak my mind, cut my losses and walk away. And,
can I say that walking away was like the last scene in The Nun Story. It's one of my all time fave movies. Have you
seen it? No? Well, Audrey Hepburn packs in the nunnery because it’s not for
her – me neither – all those grand silences, rules and obedience would do my
head in. I'm not good with rules. Anyway Audrey gets all her nun gear stripped from her and then she has
to sign a bunch of documents and gets counselled etc. It was exactly like that
but for the nun gear. As I signed for the eighth and final time, I said to the form
person "This is like The Nun Story." She didn’t get it and that’s okay and
pretty much life really. Sometimes we just don’t get things.
Good thing is I have the story in mind to write, characters and the job experience
for the next story. See? No experience is ever wasted.
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