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Lite Side: Fire Dispatching

By Phillip Tomasso posted 09-22-2010 04:07

  
I dispatch fire trucks and ambulances.

I have no background in dispatching, as a firefighter, or as an EMT.

Spent most of my working days at the Eastman Kodak Company. And for nearly ten years, in the legal department, as an employment law paralegal.

Training as a Fire Dispatcher was not simple. I do not know statistics regarding other emrgency communication departments. Not about call volume. Not about the number of agencies dispatched. My county, to me anyway, is quite large.

Not long after becoming certified as a dispatcher I was working a channel. The people in the Fire Pod --what we call the area at 9-1-1 designated for fire dispatchers-- talked about places they'd like to visit when taking time off from work.

A job came in. Automatic fire alarm. One responsibility is to dispatch the right fire equipment, based on the assignment. For this, an alarm, one unit is sent. The next part of the job is to listen to the unit size-up a situation as they arrive on scene, repeat the size-up back to them over the radio, and then document it on the job card. Sometimes that's easy. Many times easier said than done.

I dispatched Engine 12. Engine 12 arrived on scene. My radio crackled. I heard: "Engine twelve on scene. Nothing showing from a two-and-a-half-story. On investigation."

Sounded simple. They said it. I repeat it, type it, and it goes as record on the job.

I depressed the broadcast footpedal. Positioned the mike close to my lips. "Engine twelve, you're on scene. Nothing showing from a two-and-a-half-story. Engine twelve, you're on vacation."

Oh yeah. It's what I said. Close. So close ... but, not close enough. Not at all.

I'd heard it. I know Engine 12 heard it.

Did I try and fix it over the air? Ignore it, like it never happened?

Ignore it. That's what I decided. That's what I did.

I slowly spun around in my chair, away from the monitors, and keyboards that made up my workstation. The other four dispatchers in the Pod stared at me. One said, "Dude, did you just tell Engine twelve they were on vacation?"

"What?" I said. I shook my head. "Me? Tell Engine twelve they were on vacation ..." I changed the shake to a nod. "Ah yeah. I did."

The laughing eventually subsided. Some. Well --it lasted longer than it should have. But it did subside.

Dispatching is one of the toughest jobs I've ever done. One of the best jobs I've ever had. Paying attention will always be key.

Suffice it to say, lesson learned. Do not humilate yourself on the air. Ever. Sound like you know what you're talking about and people might listen. Say something totally wrong --and rest assured, everyone will be listening.

--Phil Tomasso
Fire/EMS Dispatcher

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10-02-2010 02:05

Cynthia -- that was awesome! Read it at work with co-workers -- and that just caused a whole spin off of similar stories! Thanks for sharing!
--Phil

09-30-2010 11:29

I had something like this happen to me also just a little more racy. I was working the night shift and it was in the wee morning hours there were only a limited amount of people listening to the radio myself my partner and a hand full of police officers, the rest of the world had gone to bed.
The night previous to my incident my partner was reading her company e-mail and out of nowhere blurts out I wish they would just leave my penis alone... I of course looked at her with shock wondering what the heck is she talking about. Apparently she had a e-mail box full of SPAM mail on Penis enlargements. We both laughed about it and then went on with our business.
The next night same scenario but this time I am reading my e-mail, and low and behold I have penis enlargement SPAM also. And just about the time I say hey listen to this a officer talks to me, not just a officer the Lieutenant talks to me. I answer him and then release my mic. I then proceed to ask my partner (the same partner from the previous night) if she would like to have a penis enlargement? I notice that she is staring at me with this look of horror on her face. And then I realize my mic is stuck open. Yep stuck open I just asked everyone in Scanner land if they would like to have a penis enlargement. So I release the mic after the blood has came back up from my feet. And the next thing I here in my ear is uh 101 to 103 I think she is talking to you. I thought I might just go home and never come back after that night. But I did and I am still here 11 years later, but I am paranoid about my mic sticking.