I worked a 16 hour shift today and I have to be back in again at 6am. Bleh. My coworkers hearing that I was going to work said 16 hour shift had the cafeteria before they left fix me a boxed dinnery thingy since they knew that while I had brought Lunch, I had nothing to eat for dinner. They're awesome. My first shift in dispach went...okay.

I've never claimed to be able to drive a manual transmission vehicle. Stick shifts are bad, and I tend to avoid them whenever possible. That is not to say I cannot drive one should the necessity present itself.... Squad 3 however is a unique entity...It seems to me that being forced to ride the clutch to keep the vehicle in gear and moving is a bad thing.

I am floor two, so that also meant i had the paint shop today. Normally that means that I have the bicycle...But since we're training a new person who's not going to last a month i'd bet...I had the squad. Paint shop=flammable means....NO gas powered vehicles. Guess what Squad 3 is...I had to walk my entire fracking checklist.

My whole body aches. That on top of the fact that I got hit with a scent memory today. God it hurt. I walked up behind someone that wears the same deodorant spray/aftershave that Richard does. I was back in Amsterdam just breathing in his scent at the airport...I just want to curl up and cry and curse the world...and the oceans...And everything thats keeping me from his arms and his bed.