f*ck you to all the partying idiots downtown who think they can walk out in front of my ambulance, at 1am, in the dark, wearing all black, between parked cars, on a narrow street, and not at a crosswalk or intersection. Not just one f*cking idiot tonight, but multiple that nearly ended up as a hood ornament or chicklets in my unit's front grill. And an extra f*ck you to the guy carrying the large cake while doing all the above... that would have ruined an innocent cake that didn't consent to your stupidity.
f*ck you to the idiot in the hawaiian shirt hanging half out of the car window. And f*ck the driver of that car doing 50km over the limit and running a red light while your idiot friend was hanging half out the window. I am not paid enough to scrape what's left you off the pavement, and try to keep it alive until we reach the hospital. Plus, it's f*cking impossible to get blood clots out my boot laces, just sayin.
A special f*ck you to dispatch, who did not send back up when my patient decided it was time to bowl through me and jump out of a moving ambulance (I stopped that, with considerable effort). Then decided to get naked and try the same stunt with my partner... and still no backup. 40 minutes later... oh, there's our f*cking backup...
f*ck our shitty comms equipment... all of which failed while I was calling for backup. Data terminal, phone, and 2! radios.
And f*ck you to the Sup who avoided me all night after ^^^ that... so that I couldn't rip him a new one. Coward! Can't deal with 5'2'' angry ginger????
And f*ck you to my neighbours, who are still loudly partying at 3am after I had a shitty shift... and fighting, screaming, swearing, throwing things, blaring music, screaming, swearing, screaming, fighting, swearing, throwing things, blaring music... go the f*ck to bed!!!!
f*ck people. I am so beyond done with people tonight.... except the guy who bought us timbits and thanked us... he gets to live, everyone else can be vaporized in a giant meteor strike fireball armageddon apocalypse.