*I walk into the bay, black backpack on my back and insulated coffee mug in my hand. I pause for a second, and take a deep breath. I think to myself 'Great, my first partner here is a supervisor! Okay...well no sensing in crying about it, I hope she's chill'. I continue to walk towards Medic 1. I look around and see everyone else prepping their rigs. Not a familiar face in the house, I mean why would there be? I didn't even do my training time in this area.*
*I finally approach Medic 1. I open the door and place my backpack on the passenger seat and my coffee cup in the cup holder. I open up the box, get in, and start looking around.*
'Okay, we got gloves...box of small, medium, and 2 boxes of larges. 1 box of XLs...ok that's good.'
*I look around the cabinets and count everything. As I was always told back in LA...'Check the gear, because it's YOUR rear'.*
'What? Where the heck are the bastard liters of saline?' I say to myself.
*I look around in every cabinet. I don't see any*
'How was this unit in service without any saline bags?'
*I write it down on my list of needed supplies and move on*