If I am no longer a dispatcher, the thought has crossed my mind just a few times lately, what would my life be like. No more working holidays, no more being away from my family twelve or 16 hours a day only to return eight hours later to do it all again. I would get to go to birthday parties, graduations, weddings, bbqs in the summer. No more getting up at 2am to be at work for 3am during a snowstorm when the roads have a foot of snow on them to relieve my co-worker who has worked a 12 hour shift already and is anxiously waiting for me to get there. No more hearing people screaming in my ear to get them help and get it there NOW!!! I would get to eat cold food cold and hot food hot. I would be able to unlearn the skill of “chipmunkin” my food in order to answer the radio or a unit, cause it never fails as soon as you take a bite the phone rings or someone chimes in on the radio. My bladder will probably go back to normal size. All this would happen if I were no longer a dispatcher. I also thought about it and I also thought, if I was no longer a dispatcher, I would no longer be a lifeline to my community and the responders I serve. I would no longer get to hear that what I did today made a difference in someone’s life. I wouldn’t be that calming voice for my community when they are experiencing probably one of the worst times in their lives and are counting on me to send services. To no longer be there when someone’s loved one has died and they just need me to stay on the phone because they just can’t be alone, and I stay on the phone until someone physically gets there. To advise a parent that their son or daughter was in an accident but they are okay, I repeat, they are okay. Hearing the relief in their voice. To sometimes bring a person to their senses, when that person just is not thinking straight because of what ever is going on in their lives, I am there to bring them back to reality, to answer questions, point them in the right direction to help. To calm a person down when they are scared, mad, or confused. I would no longer be doing a job I love, this job, being a dispatcher, has been the only job I have ever had that I didn’t say “I really don’t wanna go to work today”. Call me crazy, call me a little warped. It’s okay I am a dispatcher and I get called a lot of things…I don’t take it personal. It’s my job to help you, I want to keep helping you. I hope I will be able to. The support I am seeing from the public is so humbling. I hope it will continue to grow and spread from all areas of the state. I want to continue to be there for my community to be your local dispatcher that voice in the night you can count on to always be there to pick up the phone, answer the radio, to protect you.
Posted on: Sun, 25 Jan 2015 03:02:44 +0000
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