armywifeemt
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I really can't stand dispatchers. At least most of them... Our dispatchers dispatch out of Michigan and we are in Ohio, and recently the one dispatcher we have that I actually kind of like apparently asked my supervisor what I looked like.... So if my supervisor *actually* did tell him I looked like a playboy centerfold, I'll probably continue to like him until one of us leaves the company...
But, I digress... I really can't stand dispatchers and that doesn't even come close to describing the pure hatred my partner has for them. There is one dispatcher for a company I will leave unnamed (not the one I currently work for though!) that, if anyone were to ever kill, my partner has said he would sell his house to pay the legal fees for their defense.
We have a chronic issue with contacting our dispatchers... we will mark, and they will either never answer, or they will tell us to "stand by" and never clear us for further radio contact. Even when they do answer, and copy our traffic, they may or may not actually remember what we told them ten minutes later... My partner frequently speaks of the fact that a person in a chronic vegetative state who is able to breathe on their own has an IQ of at least 28, and the combined IQ of all dispatchers everywhere is 3.
Anyway... my last shift, my partner and I were discussing a conversation he had with a supervisor after - for ease of explanation, we will call them "Crew 1" - walked into the main station in the middle of a shift. We almost never get sent to the main station because most of our runs are about an hour away, and we're almost always posted somewhere in our high traffic areas. The supervisor asked if dispatch knew where "Crew 1" was, and my partner answered, "No." The supervisor started to get flustered then my partner went on to explain,"We marked ourselves at station one about 10 minutes ago, but they are dispatch, so of course they have no idea where we are." The individual he was partnered with that day then came in and independently corroborated the fact that they had, indeed, marked themselves at station 1 ten minutes prior. My partner suggested the supervisor call dispatch and ask if they knew where "Crew 1" was, and the supervisor, out of a sort of morbid curiosity, I am sure, indulged. He asked dispatch where "Crew 1" was, and dispatch asked him to stand by... then, over the nextel my partner had in his hand, dispatch asked, "Crew 1, what is your location" My partner replied, "Station 1, where we told you we were ten minutes ago." Dispatch answered, "Oh, okay." then proceeded to tell the supervisor that "Crew 1" was at Station 1.
The entire time my partner is telling this story, I am alternating between nodding and laughing. Shortly thereafter we are paged out on what turned out to be our last run of the day.
When we were clear of the run, we marked ourselves with dispatch. Dispatch copied. I reminded them that we were scheduled to be off in half an hour, and had an hour commute back to Station 1. Our SUPERVISOR (we operate on a group direct connect line) came over and joked with me that he was sure they knew when we were supposed to be off. So.. I know we were heard. Dispatch never contacted us further. We cleared to Station 1. We got gas. We washed our truck. We made our cot. We cleaned the inside of the ambulance... all of this time, the nextel was within hearing range. We clocked out an hour late... I got home roughly 15 minutes later. As I am walking through the door to my house, I get a page to call dispatch. I called. They asked.... "Where are you guys?"
I about died laughing.. which was a little confusing for him, since he hadnt been party to my earlier conversation with my partner. Of course then I explained to the poor dispatcher that, having clocked out 15 minutes ago (an hour after the end of my shift), I was at home, about to take off my boots and air out my stinky sweaty feet, then I was going to kick back, relax, and forget that Private EMS existed.
He laughed nervously, apologized for not having a brain (I'm paraphrasing a little here), then we said our goodbyes and hung up.
But, I digress... I really can't stand dispatchers and that doesn't even come close to describing the pure hatred my partner has for them. There is one dispatcher for a company I will leave unnamed (not the one I currently work for though!) that, if anyone were to ever kill, my partner has said he would sell his house to pay the legal fees for their defense.
We have a chronic issue with contacting our dispatchers... we will mark, and they will either never answer, or they will tell us to "stand by" and never clear us for further radio contact. Even when they do answer, and copy our traffic, they may or may not actually remember what we told them ten minutes later... My partner frequently speaks of the fact that a person in a chronic vegetative state who is able to breathe on their own has an IQ of at least 28, and the combined IQ of all dispatchers everywhere is 3.
Anyway... my last shift, my partner and I were discussing a conversation he had with a supervisor after - for ease of explanation, we will call them "Crew 1" - walked into the main station in the middle of a shift. We almost never get sent to the main station because most of our runs are about an hour away, and we're almost always posted somewhere in our high traffic areas. The supervisor asked if dispatch knew where "Crew 1" was, and my partner answered, "No." The supervisor started to get flustered then my partner went on to explain,"We marked ourselves at station one about 10 minutes ago, but they are dispatch, so of course they have no idea where we are." The individual he was partnered with that day then came in and independently corroborated the fact that they had, indeed, marked themselves at station 1 ten minutes prior. My partner suggested the supervisor call dispatch and ask if they knew where "Crew 1" was, and the supervisor, out of a sort of morbid curiosity, I am sure, indulged. He asked dispatch where "Crew 1" was, and dispatch asked him to stand by... then, over the nextel my partner had in his hand, dispatch asked, "Crew 1, what is your location" My partner replied, "Station 1, where we told you we were ten minutes ago." Dispatch answered, "Oh, okay." then proceeded to tell the supervisor that "Crew 1" was at Station 1.
The entire time my partner is telling this story, I am alternating between nodding and laughing. Shortly thereafter we are paged out on what turned out to be our last run of the day.
When we were clear of the run, we marked ourselves with dispatch. Dispatch copied. I reminded them that we were scheduled to be off in half an hour, and had an hour commute back to Station 1. Our SUPERVISOR (we operate on a group direct connect line) came over and joked with me that he was sure they knew when we were supposed to be off. So.. I know we were heard. Dispatch never contacted us further. We cleared to Station 1. We got gas. We washed our truck. We made our cot. We cleaned the inside of the ambulance... all of this time, the nextel was within hearing range. We clocked out an hour late... I got home roughly 15 minutes later. As I am walking through the door to my house, I get a page to call dispatch. I called. They asked.... "Where are you guys?"
I about died laughing.. which was a little confusing for him, since he hadnt been party to my earlier conversation with my partner. Of course then I explained to the poor dispatcher that, having clocked out 15 minutes ago (an hour after the end of my shift), I was at home, about to take off my boots and air out my stinky sweaty feet, then I was going to kick back, relax, and forget that Private EMS existed.
He laughed nervously, apologized for not having a brain (I'm paraphrasing a little here), then we said our goodbyes and hung up.
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