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Wednesday, September 17, 2008

Paper Pushers to the Rescue!

I have finished my required N.I.M.S. training for work. For those of you who don't know, NIMS stands for National Incident Management System and was set up by FEMA for organizations to use in disaster type situations. It is used by many organizations including local police and fire departments. As a government worker we were all required to complete these online tests. As a result of my 6 hours of testing, I have this to show for it:



Even though it clearly states that I "reaffirmed a dedication to serve in times of crisis", I told my boss that if there ever is a disaster, I'm going home to check on my family. If for some odd reason I was at work and helping in the time of a disaster, Provo rest assured, I can tell you the chain of command that orders must go through. I'm not sure what else we were supposed to get out of the training other than that. Maybe it's good that our department's duty in a disaster is to act as the morgue. I'm not sure what all that would include (it was not part of our training, only the titles of who would be telling us what to do), but I can't really imagine that I would be doing anything that would take too much training recall. I mean all the people are already dead, what else could go wrong with them, right?

5 comments:

Susie said...

Ouch. That post made my head hurt so early in the morning. 6 hours of testing? *vomit* NO THANK YOU!

Andrea said...

A morgue! Wow. I never knew. I'm really wishing I never left the city...oh wait, no.

Britta said...

Well, you might have to learn how to stack their bodies correctly, so they don't keep tumbling off each other. I mean, there may be actual skills involved, you never know.

Tracie Bramhall said...

I sure do miss the morque and all the fun meetings we had to attend. Actually sometimes I really do miss the safety meetings and I have to start telling my husband the right and wrong way to lift boxes, how to do exercises before work, how to hide/or not hide your alcohol in your desk, and remind him to please not get white out on his hands, and that if he ever wears high heels to work to be careful :O)

Kristen said...

Oh, the safety meetings. I never understood why he thought us "office girls" wore high heels all the time. Maybe because "the wife" always did.

Sounds like Provo City meetings are still entertaining...