This is not a health update. I decided to talk about life, in general, since 2014. Today, I realized that eleven years ago today was my last day at my previous job, my previous career, my previous life. I loved my previous life, until I didn't. And that all turned around the end of 2013. I was a 911 dispatcher for 32 years. I started on March 1, 1982 as a records clerk. Moved into dispatch as a call taker and dispatcher, was promoted to supervisor and finally was the deputy director at the end of my career. That last part was probably the worst decision I ever made. And maybe the best. I was there through so many crises and events. The day I took my application in, I was told pretty much everyone was gone "to the funeral". A police officer had been shot and killed the week before and nobody was there to take my application. This was LONG before the internet. It was a handwritten application and ba...
The ramblings of a middle aged woman who loves being a wife, a mother and a grandmother