In FF1 class, we have been tasked with practicing putting on our turnout gear… We have to be able to do it in forty-five seconds to pass that practical standard. You can lay out the gear however you want, but you must start with your shoes on. So, in forty-five seconds, you have to remove your shoes and put on boots, bunker pants, suspenders, nomex hood, turnout coat, helmet, and gloves. The jacket has to be zipped, the storm flaps have to be shut, the helmet has to be strapped, and the cuffs turned in as appropriate. On Friday, O1 helped me practice until I was under forty-five seconds. In between attempts, O2 tried on various combinations of gear.
Later Friday night I went to a car accident. The driver was not injured, though his car was on its side in a ditch. Neither I nor the I-tech I was working with could smell alcohol. When we checked pupil response, though, his pupils were somewhat constricted (at night on a dark back road) and did not react to light. He did not appear to be impaired as far as we could tell, but apparently the state trooper felt differently… We left the scene as the driver was being given the on-scene tests. We were filling out paperwork at the rescue barn which is shared by that town’s fire department when some of the FFs returned from the scene. One said that the driver was on his third iteration of the tests when he (the FF) left, and the last to return said that the driver had been arrested by the time the last FF unit left.
Because it was a car accident, I put on my turnout gear boots and pants when I stopped to get on the recue truck and took the rest of the turnout gear with me. I was on scene working in my fleece jacket and turnout bottoms when that town’s chief arrived… The chief happens to be one of my FF1 instructors. We had spent the previous class discussing protective gear, and always wearing all of the gear. There I was, wearing partial gear. When I had the opportunity, I snuck back to the truck and put on my coat and helmet.
I spent ten hours at a client site on Saturday supervising a server migration. The server migration necessitated hands-on updates on twenty-five PCs. Several of the updates went smoothly. I’ve already been over there for three hours today stomping out minor crises and will be back for a few more hours today, tomorrow, and so on until the end of the time.
We added a machine running MS Server 2003 SBS. As a result, the client is using Exchange server and Outlook clients for mail and group calendering. I ran into problems finding the database installation media, so the MRP stuff is still running off the old server. It’s a work in progress, though, and I’ve set the client expectations accordingly. The computer company that we used to do the actual boots-on-the-ground work was quite happy with me in that I planned a gradual cutover of services rather than a big bang… If the client was tech literate, they’d be happy, too. As it is, I’m thinking things went fairly well but ask me again in a month. By the time we’re done, the client will be sharing user calendars across all twenty-five users, will have an intranet site to manage group documents and issue tracking, and will receive and send faxes through their email clients (actual over-the-line faxing will be handled by the SBS server itself).
Yesterday I spent four hours selling raffle tickets for my primary first responder service at a table outside of a supermarket. It was chilly, but the table was in the sun. I sold $164 worth of tickets; not too bad.
The best comment that I had was from a guy who bought five dollars worth of tickets… Many people bought tickets after seeing who the raffle benefitted, before they knew what the prizes were… So, the guy was filling out his tickets; I said, “The first prize is two tickets to XXX ski area.” He said, “No, first prize is a good first responder squad.”
The most idiotic comment was from a woman who stomped by and said, “I don’t gamble.” She could, of course, have made an outright donation as several other people did. Some other guy stomped by and said that he didn’t ski (like that has anything to do with the price of eggs); I pointed out that he did drive but he didn’t have an answer for that.
Some buyers were obviously tourists, one pair from the UK. Yea for supporting rural emergency medicine in other countries!
Yesterday afternoon, O1 and I went to the science museum for a progarm but were late. We hung around and played with the exhibits.
Last night O1 and I worked on my turnout gear donning practice again. Later, I toiled at a program functional design for the Red Menace. The design was overdue and I just had to finish it. Phew, it’s done… Now comes discussion, ratification, and tech design. I’m leading two large divisional security implementations that involve many (20+) application systems. Interesting stuff, but the lost details are never ending.