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One Day Job Analysis

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None of us knew what his day job really was, but it must have been important because he would only train his clients in the evening. According to rumor, he was law enforcement, or in hushed afterthought, a federal agent. But we had the pictures. Our athletic club put six-foot tall pictures of Donovan in every room. Donovan doing pushups and smiling, Donovan bench-pressing 250 pounds and smiling, or just Donovan smiling…and he was gorgeous. Six feet-two, pale skin with rosy overtones (or else the pictures were airbrushed like a Playboy Vargas drawing), muscles in sharp definition without that tendon-busting tension under the skin, brown hair just long enough to suggest the boy he had just finished being, and then there were his eyes. I would …show more content…

In my heart I believed that my job was more important than all of their jobs put together, even Liz’s job as an R.N. You are one step from God himself when blood spurts and bones protrude through the skin and another human being needs you more desperately than he or she has ever needed anyone. Professional women and their panty-hose-and-dress-pumps professional jobs just played at life, toyed with essentials, and got out of town when the going got tough. Truth be told, I was at Bodies Day & Night for just one reason: to prepare for the Firefighter’s physical fitness test. At five-feet, four inches tall I was going to need every ounce of strength I could develop in order to become a firefighter, and then I would be set for life. Or so I thought. The next day I went to the fire station to check in and get ready in case of a call. We had one call a day on the average, but that could mean no calls for five days, five on Saturday and two on Sunday. It was leisure punctuated by frenzy, just the way I liked it. On this day I barely had time to suit up and get in the paramedic vehicle to answer a call at a residential care facility. Apparently an older man had stopped breathing. Emergency equipment at the ready, we sped off and pulled up in front of a single-story ranch house in a declining suburban neighborhood. “Where is he?” Larry’s question and tone demanded instant

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