Thoughts By Mary _________________ Sometimes, I hate my job. Actually, that is not the truth. Since I was a kid, I wanted to be a fireman and now I am one. The men I work with are some of the best firemen in the department. These guys would do anything for me if I asked them. It is being taken for granted that I hate. Sometimes I feel like they don't even know that I was at a fire with them. After every fire, it is always the same. I always hear Cap say, "Good job Marco, good job Chet." Just once, I would like to hear the Cap say, "Good job Mike." After all, if it wasn't for me driving Big Red, or charging the hoses, Marco and Chet wouldn't be able to hear what a great job they did. I know I shouldn't feel this way. However, once in awhile, it would be nice to get a little recognition for the job that I do. Here comes the Cap now. He won't say anything to me. All he does is get in the engine and expect me to follow like a good little dog. "Let's go home Mike. Good job today pal." |