Wednesday, July 27, 2011
Hi Mum, it's Sammy (Clone 59 - Part 8)
Sunny is a night owl because of her work. I've been sleeping late because there's always an emergency last thing in the day. So I'm late getting home, late getting everything done for the evening and late to bed.
It seems to work pretty well. I tried it several times, and no problems.
Still, it seems safe enough. If the kids want to play, it will cool them off quite nicely. I'll just warn Charlie to watch how he jumps into the slide.
That's a really great theory. In practice, I know that something will pop up and keep me from going home at quitting time. It hasn't failed to happen once since I started this job.
Wait, isn't that Moe Pesce again? Are these disasters following him around or what?
"I'll do my best, Doctor Pesce."
I had to wear a special version of the uniform. Fire retardants are not going to be terribly useful here.
After a couple of hours, I found how to ground some of the major electricity outlets, which stopped the lightning strikes, which stopped the arcing. Once the crisis was over, someone else could take over the cleanup and safely getting the power back online.
I was going to go home after another long day.
Even Pesce's equipment should be fine. For all the electricity, the hospital equipment came out remarkable well.
What is it with that boy? Any time he gets really clean, it's straight to the sand box and instantly dirty again.
Ok, I love my job and I love that people appreciate us. But why do a lot of them insist on ringing at midnight to tell me about it? Look what they've done to Donna.
Thank god, the second time she dropped straight off. I don't think I could have stayed awake much longer.
Almost enough to make you build a second story just so you can have one. Though with 2 little ones and another on the way, it would probably not be the best decision that I ever made.
I wish our future maid luck, Sunny is such a perfectionist that she'll probably either pester them to clean again or go back and do it according to her standards. I anticipate a high turnover rate of domestics.
I've had another call out. This one is a very big house fire.
"You have to help her! Agnes is trapped somewhere in the house."
"Bart Inkbeard, right? You have to get further from the house."
"But Agnes is trapped."
"You told me and I'll do my best to get her out safely. You have to move further back, the sparks are flying everywhere and it's no help to Agnes if you to get hurt."
I bellowed, "Run, damn it! Get away from here." Fortunately, he finally took notice of who I was and ran off a safer distance.
It took what felt like hours to subdue the fire enough that I could enter the house.
Once I was in, I started the hunt for Agnes, making sure I knew a safe route for her to leave the house.
"Agnes! Come on!" Finally I grabbed her and started to lead her out of the house. Once she was moving, it wasn't hard to convince her to run outside and stay well away until I gave the all clear.
The rest of the time was spent battling the blaze. It took me quite a while to find and extinguish all the larger and smaller flames in the house.
Finally, at nearly midnight, I could give the all clear and go home to my warm and comfy bed. I was hungry and dirty but those could wait until I had some sweet sweet sleep.