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Sunday, July 28, 2013

All the World's a Stage

“There are four ways, and only four ways, in which we have contact with the world.  We are evaluated and classified by these four contacts: what we do, how we look, what we say and how we say it.” ~ Dale Carnegie
On the short list of advice I would consider truly valuable to a person newly entering EMS as a career field is this:  “Never get involved in a land war in Asia.”
No, wait … wrong venue (though you get extra credit if you know the reference) – it’s really this:
“Every day that you are out there is one long job interview.”
Regardless of what area of the country you work in, EMS by design is a small field.  Whether the distance is measured by county, region or state, the gap between you doing something epic (good or bad) and the people on the other end of said area finding out within the week (or day) is actually pretty small.

That was true before there were smart phones and YouTube.

One of the tried and true cautionary adages for anyone working the public sector is that you never know who you are talking to, or performing in front of.  It is short-sighted to think that prudent behavior should be reserved solely for the public eye.  Just as true customer service applies to everyone you interact with – including your co-workers, so does your reputation.  To act as if what you say or do in the “privacy” of your truck, station or any other sort of quarters you inhabit does not have a direct effect on professional perception of you is profoundly naïve.  It will likely become an unfortunate lesson for you at some point in your career.

Why is that?

EMS is part of the Emergency Service eco-system and in such an in-bred subculture there is very little you can do while working that will not create ripples in the professional gene pool.  The area you work in may be different, but in my experience it’s rare to find someone who works only one department – or at the bare minimum, have friends or family in multiple departments across multiple branches of service.  

To enjoy some longevity in this field it’s important to realize that the person sitting next to you today may be the one across the table from you when you need a job next month – or next year, or five years from now.  If you do not think that your actions on everyday routines is not being noted and mentally filed, think again.

We function in a tiered system, a hierarchy by design.  Each rung of the ladder has those that struggle to reach, those that hang on but never get a foot up and those that climb it with ease after some practice.  Every level has eyes upon it.  If you are a sloppy EMT with poor skills who becomes defensive about correction, you are going to end up losing valuable learning opportunities and chances to be coached into becoming a better clinician.  Perhaps you will find yourself having a difficult time entering a paramedic program.  If you are a lazy paramedic who revels in doing the bare minimum, then at some point you may find it very difficult to gain additional or new employment, even though you carry the same card as everyone else.  When you attend educational programs, do you show up on time, prepared, engage in the class?  Those classes are often taught by the people who will make the decision if you’re worth an investment later on.  Where on the ladder are you?

This scrutiny and its effects holds doubly true for paramedic interns.  You should bring your absolute “A game” to every one of your clinical hours.  If you think that as the student you are beneath notice guess again – hiring a brand new medic with no mileage on it is a true gamble.  Especially if that medic did not come from within the system and you have no idea what their performance ability is.  Rest assured however, your preceptors know exactly what you are (and are not) capable of.

None of this has anything to do with your direct patient interaction; the average person really has no idea what the true quality of the emergency care they’re receiving actually is.  I know quite a few EMTs and Paramedics who are absolutely beloved by their patients and other agencies because they are so nice and accommodating in person.  Yet behind closed doors these people rarely come to work on time, uniforms are incomplete or optional, they do not check their vehicles or follow SOPs regularly, they only take education that they are absolutely required to and that is under duress – is this starting to sound familiar to anyone?

While having coffee at shift change at my part-time employment a couple of years ago, I waited for my relief to come in.  There I am in a line position, with the same responsibilities as anyone else.  This was a newly certified paramedic – as in brand new, first shift as a second.  Ever.  They walked in late, uniform undone, boots unlaced and from the moment they came through the door they complained about having to be there.  This was followed by an indignant rant on how they were not given the shift assignment they wanted.  There was no move to take report on the truck, or even obtain the keys and radio and make a suggestion that they might be planning to at least check their vehicle out.  Most of my interactions with them since that day have been in a similar vein.  This person is always looking to take the easy way out, shortcuts wherever they can find them.  There is no drive to be anything more than the minimum necessary.  

In my full-time job my role is a little different and I am one of the people responsible for hiring.  Fast forward this unfortunate interaction a few years and now that same person is looking to me for work.  As much as nobody likes to be the bad guy, the reality is that hiring someone is an investment of money and man-hours.  Just like any other type of investment you have to look for the best return you can get.  Needless to say that person was not a successful candidate, the person hired in their stead had less experience but far more drive and is moving forward with developing this as their career versus just a job.  It is not always enough to be a good provider, this is a profession and if we are to be treated as such then the realization must be made that you need to be a good employee as well.

If you are familiar with the idea of “six degrees of separation” (or Kevin Bacon) then you know that it is the concept that everyone is six or fewer steps (by way of introduction) from any other person in the world.  If you know EMS then you know our degrees of separation or even shorter – down to two, maybe one step away from knowing someone who knows you.  People in the position to hire or advance you have usually been in their respective field for longer than ten minutes, in all likelihood it is more than ten years.  This means they know A LOT of people, probably more than you do and certainly enough to get some decent intel on what you are *really* like.

We interview dozens of candidates a year, reputations notwithstanding.  A poor work reputation is not a death sentence, merely a burden or obstacle toward professional development.  Poor reputations can be overcome with time, effort and someone willing to be objective and honest.  We often take on people with “baggage” from other departments because we know what the issues are and if they demonstrate enough value then very often a clean slate and new environment is just what the doctor ordered.  However that is not as easily done when you have direct knowledge of someone regularly engaging in the exact behaviors you are looking to avoid in your hiring.

Any advice I have for interviewing is not much different than you will read in any number of professional development articles – be on time, dress well, bring your documentation, prepare your answers, do your homework and have some questions in return.

But in this very small field, what do you do when you find yourself sitting across from someone who you know might not have good reasons to hire you?

Own it.

From the moment our fledglings walk into orientation we tell them the same thing – be honest at all times.  Own your mistakes, be accountable for your behavior, do not push something you’ve done off on a pallet of weak excuses.  The same holds true if you know you have a poor track record.

Do not avoid it; if the subject comes up discuss it objectively.  Answer questions fairly, do not shift blame.  Accept the onus that comes with it and make clear your intentions to avoid repeating those same mistakes in future.  Make the person interviewing you believe that you if given the chance you will prove that while you may have baggage, nobody else has to carry it for you.  That given the opportunity, you will be a good investment – a solid provider AND employee.

Own it.

The rest is easy.  Once you’re given the chance then you come to work (on-time & in uniform), be nice, take sick people to the hospital and then go home.  The rest will work itself out with time and consistency.

Please take this as a cautionary tale.  Evaluate your work habits – are you a good employee, or just a good provider?  Look at your interactions – not with the patients, but with those you must work with and rely on to be there for you.  Is your job performance a reflection of your attitude and do you want it to be indicative of who you are as a provider?  Are you looking to move elsewhere in the field and what is your professional reputation going to do to help or hinder that?

My very first job offer as a paramedic occurred before I ever had a card.  It was as I exited my clinical test for National Registry.  I was sitting on the steps, trying very hard to keep the anxiety attack at bay and maintain my composure now that the practicals were done.  One of the evaluators (not mine) came and sat with me, we’d never met before that day.  After he finished talking me off the ledge, he introduced himself as the director of a paramedic project about an hour away – he shook my hand and told me when I had my card, I had a job.

I was taken aback; I thanked him and said, “You don’t even know me.”

His response was, “No, but the people whose opinions really matter do.  Keep up the good work and call me when that card comes in.”

I never forgot that.

Sunday, June 30, 2013

What's in a Name?




"What's in a name?  That which we call a rose
By any other name would smell as sweet."
~ William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet

This is my 25th year working in the city of Newark; officially more than half of my entire life has been spent working alongside some of the best providers in the history of this still relatively young profession.  To work in Newark, to succeed at working in Newark, is to have it become ingrained as part of your identity.  Even those long gone from our department still wear it proudly somewhere on their person - whether it’s as obvious as a shirt or as subtle as a different perspective on the world in general. 

You cannot see what we have seen and remain the same.

To the outside world, misconceptions swirl around us in murky eddies of grudging respect and poor assumptions.  People are often surprised to find out just how much medicine we actually do and how quickly we can do it in.  Necessity is not only the mother of invention; it is the rock on which we hone our skills shift after shift.  In this environment we are given no other choice.

Do or do not, there is no try.

Please do not misunderstand, my rose-colored glasses shattered long ago.  We are not a department filled with saints and prehospital paragons.  We fail as much as we succeed in all arenas; there is no pretty picture here.  It is a ghetto, it is violent and it is poor in many places, our trucks are often held together with more hope than screws, hours are spent on street corners, the clientele is often more angry than grateful, the living conditions we enter range from executive to horrific, we do not get slurpee machines or warm receptions at the ERs - and it never … stops.

Still we come back, shift after shift, each one changing us just a little bit more - a fraternity forged in filth and exhaustion, picking each other up time after time (even if we do not like each other).  Eventually you find that despite it all, you are given three remarkable gifts. 

The first is experience, period.  A year spent in Newark is equal to five years or even more spent working somewhere else.  For sheer volume and patient contact alone, this is professionally invaluable and if you use it to your advantage it will make a tremendous difference on the type and quality of provider you are. 

The second is fraternity.  When presenting our department to the city not too long ago our Director, John Grembowiec said “We are not providing you with a service; we are providing you with a system.”  You are now part of something larger than yourself that relies on your individual performance while wearing the uniform in order to carry it forward.  You were given the patch to wear, yet every day you come to work you earn it over again in some fashion.

The third is a gift you will not immediately recognize, but one that will grow on you slowly - deepening with each turn of the season until it is a part of you.  That is the gift of an entire city that you will come to claim as your own.  A city with a remarkable history, defunct canals and ghost-laden ruins, centuries-old cobblestones and scars from riots - three and a half centuries of all the good, the bad and the ugly of America, yours for the exploring.  You will know this city better than your hometown, become invested in a geography not your own because it will make you good at what you do, and in the end because you want to.

That is what it means to work in Newark.

What does this have to do with names?  It means that as pointed out elsewhere by Dan and Terry, the change in our name and our patch does not change who we are.  I have worked under the “UMDNJ” logo my entire time here, yet by and large it means nothing to people outside of the area.  Yet “I work in Newark, NJ” gets their attention every time.  

UMDNJ brought an era of growth to a scarred city; it is (was) the single largest employer in Newark.  It became synonymous with trauma care and has provided the administrative umbrella under which we have worked hard to become one of the most comprehensive EMS systems in the state, if not the country.  Things come to us when we need them; UMDNJ was that for the city and for us.  It is time to close the umbrella; we are strong enough to withstand the rain on our own.

Tomorrow I will go to work and those big red letters, which have served as a beacon for so long, will be different - that will make me a little sad.  I will drive past the place where NorthSTAR first landed and I will cross the same rocky parking lot that I have since 1988, go into that “temporary” building I walked into when I was still 18 years old and have the same opportunity I am blessed with every day I’m there - to work with some of the best in the business doing a job I sincerely enjoy. 

I am not a patch, I am not an ambulance driver, I am a Paramedic.  I am not UMDNJ, I am not University Hospital, I am Newark EMS.

Damned glad to meet you.

Thursday, March 28, 2013

Not the breach, the ditch.

Momwatch 2013: Me: "Mom are you alright? The Trooper said the car was in a ditch."
Mom: "Yes I know."
Me: "Where were you headed?"
Mom: "Into a ditch, obviously."
Me: "Obviously."
Mom: "Where are you?"
Me: "Home, in PA."
Mom: "What are you doing in Pennsylvania?"
Me: "Mom ... what's my husband's name?"
Mom: "Ummmmmm. Errrrr. Huh."
Me: "Put the doctor back on the phone Ma."

Tuesday, March 19, 2013

Deceiver

As I'm fueling the car, preparing to head north.

Mom (watching me): "You know, I have yet to pump my own gas."
Me: "Oh? You haven't fueled since Dad died?"
Mom: "No, I mean ever. I never do my own gas."
Me: "There's a place around here that does it for you?"
Mom: "Oh no. I just stand outside the car and look lost and helpless, which is easy for me. Someone always comes over and offers to help."
Me: "So what you're saying is that you use your elderly wiles on these nice small town people in order to get out of a simple menial task?"
Mom: "Hey, if you got it, use it. In my case it's looking like a breeze would knock me over and I'd break a hip and die."
Me: "How long have you lived here?"
Mom: "Over ten years."
Me: "Not once?"
Mom: "Not once."
Me:

(Author's Note regarding breaking of hips - my mother has proven beyond any ability of modern science to explain it that she's indestructible. The only thing falling in a gas station would do is likely expose her Terminator-esque endoskeleton. Then her secret would be out and she'd have to pump her own gas.)

Saturday, March 16, 2013

Hoarders, the Prequel

In response to a large box left by UPS (what you see is a quarter of her latest inventory):

Me: "Mom, why did you buy a bird feeder shaped like an Airstream trailer? "
Mom: "It's cute isn't it?" 
Me: "You have eleven, that makes it more like a bird trailer park."
Me: "And the banister post shaped like an Uncle Sam nutcracker?"
Mom: "To show I'm American. Duh."
Me: “Of course, how silly of me. The surfboard clock?"
Mom: "Ya got me on that one. I don't think I surf. Do I? "
Me: "No, not unless you count escaping death in a statistical impossibility."
Me: "Mom, you don't wear hats. Ever."
Mom: "They had one in every color! And you know I love pink!"
Me: "You're a hoarder."
Mom: "I'm just insuring you have enough to do when I finally go."

This, this is why I tell her that I can't teach her the internet. She manages all this with an ink pen, catalogs and a cordless phone. So I tell her that if she breaks the internet she will get electrocuted and all the ventilators in the nearby hospital will short-circuit. It's a lie I can live with.

Friday, March 15, 2013

Tempting Gravel

Me: "I'm going for a run."
Mom: "I don't like the idea of you running. They say it's not good for you, too much of a strain on your system."
Me: "Those who live in glass tobacco plantations shouldn't throw Lucky Strikes."
Mom: "I hate menthol."
Me: "Then unless you're going to cowgirl up and lasso me with that there nasal cannula, I'm headed for the wharf."
Mom: "Ok, you win - I don't have enough slack on this thing anyway."

Two and a quarter miles at a sloths pace. But the sun was shining on the water and the huge vulture that was pacing me flew off disappointed when I didn't drop. Win win for first time out in a month.

Tuesday, March 5, 2013

Momwatch 2013 - Meet the new Doc

Doctor: "Have you had the flu shot?"
Mom: "I'm allergic."
Me: "Lie."
Mom:
Me: "Doctor, she doesn't do vaccines - she says 'allergic' but means 'control freak who doesn't trust the system."
Mom: "Yes."
Doctor: "I see. So, we don't have a lot of records for you from the last couple of years."
Mom: "That's because until recently I was healthy as a horse."
Me: "Lie."
Mom:
Me: "She says 'healthy as a horse' but really means 'I was an ER nurse for several decades and thus I speak your language oh medical one, therefore with a polite smile and the right keywords I know you will likely let me off with a script and a smile. That is how I have successfully evaded capture for all of these years for my uncontrolled COPD."
Mom: "Yes."
Doctor: "I see. And you brought your mom here to see me because ..."
Me: "Jeff Corwin was unavailable and Steve Irwin is dead. You were the next logical choice. You want my tranquilizer gun? It's in the car."
Doctor (to Mom): "Does she always talk like this?"
Mom: "No. Sometimes she gets mad too. It's probably why I'm still alive."
Doctor: "Strong work."
 

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