Incoming news says we will get one more banger of a swell from the south soon. Tahiti will pound out some serious surf around Tavarua, & the rest of the prime spots. Teahupoo (cho-po) will get behemoths. Photogs will be having a field day with the pristine waters.
I will be a pig in shit.
Survived 24 at the firehouse, many calls. Little sleep. 3 days to work at Hotel Hell and do it again. Cant wait for Vegas in November. When you work 325+ days a year, time off is gold.
When the hell was my last day off? I have no idea. Oh well.
Now that the arrogant, loutish, demanding fans of the University of Southern California have left, the place is its normal asylum. The inmates have regained control. What a bunch of maroons. The moron, not the color of the team, for sure. I think I have never seen a more spend-free, asshole bunch in 23 years at the Pink Lady. No, we are booked, sorry, are not answers they hear on a regular basis. South-California dweebs in the flesh. No wonder they surf like shit.
Ok, rant is over.
Sorry 'bout that.
The call for the lady in the vent was interesting. Apparently, this female had gone on the roof of one of the larger malls in Honolulu. There happened to be workers up there. They asked her what she was doing, she was authorized to work on the exhaust vents. Somebody with a brain alerted security, and they confronted her, only to have her jump up and down on a grate over the vents. I guess that is where the common sense ends here. She broke through the grate, and fell 10 ft down the exhaust shaft. I took the call in Alarm Bureau. The first thing the caller said was that he was with the mall security, and that a lady was stuck in one of the exhaust vents.
Which means - A rescue company, a ladder company, and a Chief. Confined space rescue is the correct term. She is talking at this point. The troops gain access, start to devise a plan. She slides in further down, to a point of restriction 16" wide. So the rescue guys start in on figuring a way to her, and she starts chanting of some sort. The guys couldn't figure out the language, or the reason, she at this point had ceased all sensible communication.
So 5 hours later, they have torn apart the exhaust vents, and pulled her out, unconscious.
2 days later, she died.
This one gets filed under WTF?
What could besides drugs, psychological condition, have possessed someone to do such an inane act?
Go figure.
Aloha.
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That sounds psychotic -- if she lost consciousness, does that mean she was taken to the hospital before she died? Once the rescue is done, don't the rescuers get any follow-up info? This would drive me nuts. I'd have to know why the heck she did that!
Yeah, I stole a day off yesterday. We worked our butts off last weekend catching up, and probably will again this weekend. Lots to get done before the snow flies. Takin' time to decompress wherever it fits in...
I worked the Wolverines football training table my freshman and sophomore year, and I worked as a short-order cook at Club 600 where they all got their midnight snacks. The players were for the most part arrogant, loutish and demanding. Got enough of them at work so I sold my season tickets at a very high profit to their arrogant, loutish and demanding fans.
College football culture has become even worse since the 80's. No use for any of it, not even a televised bowl game in my living room.
November's right around the corner. Hang in there!
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