Happy Veteran's Day

 In heartfelt thanks, we should always remember:

All gave some, some gave all

Changes are part of life - Part 3

 Working 2 jobs can be a tricky thing, but I managed it easily enough since my main job was just sitting and monitoring various processes with the over 800(!) servers that ran things at the property, plus when the new properties opened up in Boston and Macau it also got like juggling chainsaws for a bit.

I then had a chance to go full-time at my EMS job and do some more various things, so after 11 years at the Wynn, with few, if any, chances to advance further, I left there and took the plunge.

Since then there's been few more ups and downs, namely having another lady friend passing away, as well as my oldest brother, and my dad becoming more sedentary due to hip and pelvic injuries.  Fortunately my current lady of interest along with my current roommate are helping when they can with expenses and just being able to live.

So over the past 40 years, I have worked a variety of jobs, and I am always willing to do what I can to get by.  Having that mindset helps quite a bit when life hands you lemons, and hopefully with The Donald 2.0 back at it the economy should improve a little more to make things easier.

Here's to the next 40 years... 

Change is part of life - Part 2

 So to continue...

So after dumping the telecom tech gig, I got a help desk spot with a contractor for Eli Lilly(the drug manufacturer) and that worked pretty good for awhile.  Got to travel occasionally for work (Phoenix, Orlando, San Diego), and finished up with my AAS degree.  Then took a couple of months off then back to school to get my BS which I completed in mid-2009.  Once I got that I decided to take the plunge and go for my MSIT (masters in information technology.

So while busting balls to get my masters, I came upon an opportunity to do help desk for Wynn Resorts.  Great work environment, awesome benefits, and excellent pay.  So I went there and spent the next 11 years with them, some of the best time I had.  Managed to transfer to a network ops center (NOC) technician after about a year and a half for even more money.

Things were good up until my mom died in February 2012, and it got rocky for a bit, but managed to keep working, and was finally able to afford my own apartment and be truly free for awhile.  But even then, I was hitting some rough spots.  I've tried to wangle a spot in corporate cyber-security (think white-hat hacker) which paid about $80k, but after I interviewed with them (and got a great recommendation from one of the senior execs), it went to someone else completely.  Totally bummer moment.

At that point, I was beginning to get burned out, and by 2016 I was ready for a change.  So I decided to make one of my childhood dreams a reality.  I went to school and trained as an EMT and got hired on part time with a local ambulance company.  This helped out immensely as ti gave me something different to learn, and now that I was getting serious with Nicole, I began planning on upgrading my living arrangements (which I won't get into the various family drama right now, maybe another time).

So in March 2018 we signed a lease on a 2-bedroom (technically 3 bedrooms but the third was more a den so I made it my office/library), 2 bath duplex, and I thought things were really hitting my stride.

Then in short order, Nicole died due to sepsis in January 2020, then COVID-19 hit and body-slammed my work and my health.

So needless to say I really hit a dark moment in my life.

To be continued...hopefully later today

Changes are part of life - part 1

 Divemedic's recent post on getting his MBA made me think back on how often I had to change directions on my own path of life.

I started working in my mom's gift and craft shop when I was 11-12, kept doing it until she retired in 1990 and sold the business.  I also worked at Sears and at a fast-food place as well.

When the economy in Cali went under in the late 80's/early 90's, I moved with my folks to Las Vegas, and started the grind again.  Tried telemarketing (which I suck at because I wasn't any good at conning people out of their life savings), then worked at 7-Eleven until I got stabbed during a robbery in February 1994.  Kept at it for a bit then decided enough was enough and trained to be a locksmith (mail correspondence course from NRI Schools - any other Gen X/boomers remember them?), then got a job at a lock manufacturer assembling custom high-security cabinet locks.  I thought I had it made, then they laid me off after 2 months.

So time for another direction, I went to work as a ramp service agent at the airport.  That was fun and it actually got me in very decent shape for awhile.  I then moved over to air cargo as a cargo customer service agent, which seemed to fit my aptitude decently.  Would have stayed but management was just getting toxic.  I then got an offer from another company and moved to their place, getting little better pay, and eventually moving up to supervisor.

Then 9/11 hit, and it was just not the same...

Also, love decided to rear its head, I fell in love with a lady online, and totally upset the apple cart and moved to Vermont to be with her. 

Things up there were really rough for a bit (desert rats don't handle ice and snow well, y'know), but I managed with various temp jobs, eventually scoring a position with IBM at their chip plant near Burlington.  Very well paid and decent opportunities.  However, things with the girlfriend went south, plus my dad had a stroke and both parents really wanted me to come home.  So I moved back to Vegas in the summer of 2004, and having no other real prospects, decided to go to school and get a degree like my mom had urged me to.

So did a help desk gig for DirecTV for a bit to get the ball rolling while I attended classes, then moved to a local PC shop as a bench tech to start applying what I was learning in school.  Then I became a telecom tech at the convention center and learned more practical stuff about networking that I could have had in school.  Unfortunately, although I was only 'part-time', I was literally working 40-50 hours a week but no benefits, so needed to ditch that.

More to come later...

Why I like doing my job

 Working in EMS definitely has its own unique pitfalls, but the realization that you have the potential to make a difference in someone's life is what keeps me going.

Divemedic's recent post on what happened in his ER is a reminder that sometimes you can't save everyone, but what he mentions at the end is also what keeps me coming back:

The only thing that enables me to sleep is the knowledge that we did our job well, and managed to save the mother. I can’t think of a single thing we could have done differently that would have made a difference, and that is what will enable me to go back to work.

That is also what helps keep me going, despite the BS.

Respect those that give of themselves to help others, be it first responders or hospital staff.  Nurses like DM will always have my admiration and respect.