Monday morning I was sleeping soundly in a comfortably warm bed when I was awoken by a fire alarm. I was at work, and there was a fire. Instead of jumping out of bed and running to the fire truck like I would do in Tipton and in Pella, I was hoping it wasn't in our district because I wanted to continue sleeping. Ive been on the job for 8 months and already I am cherishing sleep over a rockin' good house fire. This worries me. I have roughly 33 more years on the job before I can retire, that's a lot of night-time fires. I just don't understand why house fires and drunken bar-fights have to happen during the night. I still got all excited once we got to the fire but my bed was pretty darn comfortable. But I'm tired, so I will head to bed.
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Next time you don't feel like getting out of bed at work...think of the poor working stiffs that don't get to SLEEP while getting paid for it!!! By the way, is that you in that picture?! I saw it and thought the firefighter in the middle looked tall and skinny, much like my younger brother. Are the other guys getting jealous that you're getting so much media attention? ;)
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