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Being a paramedic is not a fun job. Obviously. It's difficult, and has long hours. The good thing is that you get to see all of the fit firemen going to and from the place you are stationed at. And oh my god when they come back all dirty and sweaty, it's like a blessing from god. But we never say that, no we usually say that the best thing is going to see people in their homes and help them with their problems.
Myself and my partner, Sharon Carter, are the paramedics at Firehouse 89, on the north side of Chicago, so we freeze our asses off as we help somebody to get their tongues off of lampposts. We can't really complain because we have to admit that we, once or twice, did that in our youth but again, we would never say it out loud. We had the look. You all know the look I'm telling you about, the look between friends where you secretly say either, same, I know right, we can't blame them, etc, etc. But yeah we used that quite a lot. Me and Sharon had been best friends from college and managed to go through paramedic training together as well, so naturally we are still together today. Admittedly we have our disagreements but you can't blame us for that, we are literally in a big metal box everyday of the year.
But it's true that there is always one friends that shines at something. I'm good at running, yep, that's my skill. Sharon is married. Yep I'm that friend. We all have that one friend where they find someone but it doesn't work and then can't find anyone else. In other words I'm lonely, so, so lonely. Yeah I may look nice but no one ever comes up to me and talks, no they come up to me and want to go at it, which I quickly turn down. Obviously. I may need it, doesn't mean I want that kind of 'it'.
At Firehouse 89 there are no women, only men and then me and Sharon but that's how it has always been. The men go and fight fires and the women stay home and look after their kids. Well, that's what the boss says should happen. I strongly disagree, I have ever since I joined but there have been many times in between his flirting that he has threatened to get me kicked off the force so I say it quietly and in my head. What I would do just to get transferred out of their, and obviously bring Sharon with me but the boys back off her because of her husband. Yes, Sharon would be lucky enough to get the eight-time champion of the Firehouse competition. Steven Grant Rogers. I am obviously so happy for her, I knew him only from the times I've been over theirs for dinner but he is so sweet and they do truely deserve each other.
For me the Firehouse competitions are a chance to block all of the drunk boys that really get to fired up. Yep, fun times for me.
Oh, the only sane person the actually talks to me is my neighbour, yep, I've got fit neighbor. But that's all it is, - a neighbor. A "hi" or a "hello" as I enter or exit my flat.
BUCKY
Being a firefighter is not as hyped up as people say it is. No, there is no heroic running into the building to get ten children out. No, that just doesn't happen...ever. That stuff only happens in the movies and occasionally when Steve is around. Oh, yeah, Steve, my bestiest friend from way back when. We're on the force together but obviously he shines. He always did and I was always the sidekick. Yeah, admittedly I saved him from bullies when we were younger but ever since then he has been so determined to succeed. And I don't blame him for that, but god I wish that once he would let me take a win.
Plus, he got the promotion before me, yeah, I work as the rescue and he works to tame the fires. So in the other words, my team going into the flames without water and he waits for our signal. Not that I'm saying our job is any more difficult but I am.
He even got a girl before me. The one thing I thought I had over him but then he comes to me out of the blue and says that he is going to get married. I was so shocked but happy at the same time as I knew that he would have picked he right choice for him. Sharon I think her name is, I haven't seen her since their wedding. But that's understandable as she works in a different area of Chicago.
Oh, yeah, myself and Steve work in the Firehouse 107 where the Chief has sadly just retired and we are waiting for the replacement, god I hope it's not that evil guy from the training. He always said that he wanted to be a Chief. Let's hope and pray it's not him. If it is him at least I have my neighbor to cheer me up in the mornings and evenings and occasionally if I need a cup of sugar. Well, 'need'. What everyone makes up excuses to see someone they like but I won't tell her that obviously.