So I have a friend whose husband is in the running to become a firefighter. And let me tell you – it is probably easier to become the President of the United States than it is to become a firefighter. I know this because my husband went through the same thing. For one thing, the application is approximately 847 pages long. They want to know everything about you…your whole entire past…right down to the exact moment (in military time) of your conception and at which point your cells began dividing to form your appendages. It is THAT detailed. And I’m pretty sure you sign some sort of foreign trade agreement with Bulgaria around page 291. Then, when you actually submit the application (which has to be signed in your own blood and notarized and delivered in person), you are required to sign a waiver giving the fire department full permission to investigate you and your whole entire past.
So imagine my friends’ surprise when there was a knock at their door last night around 8pm. Who could it be, you ask? Why, it was a CAPTAIN FROM THE FIRE DEPARTMENT. He showed up completely unannounced, presumably to catch my pals in the midst of scandalous squalor, thereby eliminating all their hopes of ever joining the department. And in what sordid activity were they engaged, you ask? Well there they sat, innocently eating tacos in their adorable, spotless, cozy home. These are people whose most violent activity in life is stapling. Needless to say, all went well. He is totally going to make the best firefighter ever!
BUT – it got me to thinking…what if this was standard practice? Can you imagine potential employers showing up announced at your home? And finding you in sweats and a t-shirt, cleaning up cat vomit and drinking wine? I would be unemployed for life if we were evaluated this way. Unless maybe it was the trash collection company. Then I would totally get hired.
Your future fire fighter friend (hehe - F’s to the fourth) sounds TOTALLY HOT.
Only you to make me laugh so much after such a horrible day….
And it made me think of some old firemen events in my family, the best one being at my aunt’s apartment:
She lived on the 3rd floor with husband and two kids. Getting home she tried opening the door but someone had gotten home before her and left the key on the door, and from the time it HAD to be my cousin (on his teens),
so she banged and kicked the door and rang the (very loud) doorbell a megazillion times, tried the phone (it was before cellphones were big), then even went to all neighbors upstairs, downstairs and on both sides and banged with them on the walls / ceilings / stomped the floors….
Nothing…
She called my uncle who drove over, them both freaking out at this point thinking the boy tripped on the shower and died or something….
So they called the emergency and here comes this monster fire truck with lights and siren, still nothing….
The firemen go up bringing some equipment to break the door down.
My uncle (a jerk worse-than-Ebenezer-Scrooge I never really liked and whom my aunt eventually divorced) yelled “no way! You know how much that door cost?!!”
The firemen had to then go to the floor above theirs and one of them climbed out the window with a rope around his waist… slowly down until he reached the open window of my aunt’s living room.
And as soon as he jumped in through the window, hit the living room floor with his boots…
My cousin wakes up from what can surely be considered the heaviest. Sleep. EVER. And looks all confused at the firemen “…what?”
Oh yeah, my cousin was “napping” on the sofa.
Dame - I’m glad he sounds hot, considering he is YOUR HUSBAND. TEE HEE!!!! SOOOOOOOOOOOO excited for you guys!
Pris - your story TOTALLY sounds like something that would happen to me. Only instead of the fire department, it would be a potential employer.
I think there is also a clause that the applicant has to be exceptionally H O T! I mean really, it’s almost too much sometimes!!