The weekend I moved into my new place, I had the opportunity to judge the First Aid competitions with the company that I work for...have to say that I was really pumped, as I heard that it was going to be fairly competitive.
I was assigned a casualty that had Asthma....not that bad of a thing, but in the situation presented to the teams, she had been a witness to the car accident with the bulk of the casualties and had been nearly missed being smoked by one of the cars. She had her ventolin with her, and if the first aiders read the medication label like they were supposed to, they would have seen that it was expired...Cause NO ONE EVER carries around expired inhalers.
At any rate, every single team nearly killed the casualty that I was assigned. I had to judge on how well the team handled my particular casualty and then meet with other judges to figure out a team score.
There was a team from Ft Mac...Syncrude. There was a cute guy. After the competition he asked me out for a drink. Being the logical minded gal that I am, I accepted. Whats a free drink anyway?
It was an interesting drink. Turns out that this guy has been working for Syncrude for the last 4-5 years and was really liking the 'routine' that he feels he is finally settling into. After about an hour of talking to him I quickly determined that I was not as interested as I thought at first, nice guy, but really not the one for me.
As I was saying my goodbyes, nice to meet cha's and thanks for the drink, he asked quickly if he would see me next year. My reply was 'not sure'. 'You don't have a routine?' he asks...My answer shocked even me 'No, I don't know where I will be in a year from now let alone next week, so if I am around, I will see you next year'. I was promptly told that I was a sad individual for not having routine in my life.
The way that I have been looking at things lately is that routine equals safety, regulated, predictable and boring. Not having a routine does most certainly come with it's own set of worries and stresses, but also so much adventure. Every day is a new and exciting.
So I ask, do we really need a routine? Or is winging it equal to being a routine?
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