Thursday, October 25, 2018

Confessions of the Fire Inspector...


“So what would you say, you do here?”

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“What exactly is it that the fire inspector does? Why are you here? There’s nothing on fire!” some of the common questions you are faced with when greeting a business owner or tenant. “I’m not responsible if anything is wrong.” My personal favorite is, “I didn’t do it! They did it! Arrest them!” as a joke to our uniforms looking similar to law enforcement. This is followed by a chuckle induced on their part, and an awkward explanation that I’m not the police. (Which usually makes me wonder what this person may have done that this is their first reaction.) You explain why you are there to perform your inspection. As a matter of fact, Aside from insurance company, (or OSHA post-accident) we are the only ones that perform an inspection on a routine basis. And why is that? Why is it that the fire service is the only agency out to ensure safety of the public in terms of unsafe structures?

I find that to be a rhetorical question. As with most things in this fire service, we devout ourselves to Life safety. It is our universal creed to “protect life and property”. This is something that is on display when there is a fire. There is smoke, flames, commotion, and action. Water is flowing, lights are flashing, and radios blaring. Jargon is thrown around and understood by all involved, while countless onlookers can’t help but be enamored by the brave and heroic actions performed in front of their eyes. Their motions seem seamless. Ladders being thrown into the sky, humans climbing into a dangerous caves of heat and flames, all while those working stay calm and collected.

Sounds pretty wild and exciting right? But there is another side to the fire service. The other guys. The fire inspectors. They are like the hall monitors of the real world. “Don’t do this, don’t use that. This is against code. This is has to be repaired.” We are the last people a business owner wants to see for fear of two things, Shutting down their business due to safety risk, or assessing penalties and taking from their profits. However, it is the goal to not have to do this at all. The last thing any fire inspector wants to do, is create tension from those we are trying to protect, and themselves. We are in the business of safety, we want everyone to be safe and not have to worry about their own safety when working or visiting in our jurisdiction. In a perfect world, everything would never be a risk, but that’s not why we are here. We take our jobs seriously, some more serious than others, but our goal is to keep not only fires, but disasters from happening.

We do not have legal right to inspect private dwellings, a man’s home is his castle, and we can’t tell them how to live. Statistically, most fires occur within living dwellings, and aside from Community Risk Reduction programs, our hands are tied. Whoa, he just threw out a term, what’s it all mean? Community risk reduction is a fairly new concept to the fire service. Although forms of it have been around for decades, this is the new fancy term. It’s a simple concept, figure out what is causing harm in your community, and fix it. If your community is having an issue with car accident, you launch a campaign to reducing distracted driving. If you identify that senior citizens are unable to maintain their household smoke and carbon monoxide detectors, you implement a program to change their batteries and install detectors. It is not reinventing the wheel, and if you spin it in the right direction you can shed a positive light on what the functions your agencies provide. Sometimes something as simple as changing a battery makes a world of impact to a resident.

Although we cannot tell people how to live, we can educate them on safe practices. The overwhelming majority of adults don’t know how dangerous extension cords are. Many made from cheap materials overseas and often overloaded due to societies dependency on various forms of electronics. Once you hit a certain part of your education, it’s assumed that you understand how to prevent fires from happening. In my experience it is something that needs to constantly be taught. Before media and viral videos were a thing, our delivery method was to educate the children and hoping that the kids will speak to their parents over dinner.

One particular jurisdiction I worked for, utilized a video released by a worldwide recognized association, used a scare tactic of a missing child in a fire. This scared the living hell out of these kids, only to have her happily and cheerfully return at the end of the video because she was “staying at a friend’s house during the night of the fire”. Ha-ha that old gag! Complaints flooded in and the video was never shown again. But it worked. It got the family talking. Although that was not a great tactic, as a profession and with the use of social media, we have been able to make leaps and bounds on being able to spread information to the masses.

Which, Side story: Every year in October, we as a profession designate a week to educate the masses, each year it’s a battle for children’s attention in hopes that they will retain some of the information we present them. However, something refreshing happened yesterday. I delivered a presentation to a group of special needs adults, who were genuinely excited to see us. It wasn’t forced, it wasn’t scripted, and it was fun! (Not that presentations with children are not fun). But they were excited for us, and we were excited to answer their questions. They even taught us a few things.

So aside from us educating the public, we ensure safety in the buildings people use every day. The malls, the supermarket, office buildings, the circus, anywhere the public has access to, we inspect routinely. Why? To ensure the public can safely attend and leave in the event of an emergency. As society has evolved, fires are less and other forms of mass evacuation are more common. Which further emphasizes the job that we do in keeping the public safe. The best part, 99.9% of the population, don’t have any idea that we do this, until something doesn’t go to plan. But that’s why we are here, to make sure that simple things like doors and emergency lighting function when the excrement strikes the oscillator.

In the event something does occur and there is a fire, we take on the responsibility of investigating it. We have an obligation to the public to discover why the fire happened and to prevent it from happening again. This occurs not only on a local level but on a national level. We utilize a national incident reporting system that allows us to enter our findings and compare them across the nation to find trends. These reports and investigation help to identify consumer product defects, thus keeping the public safe.

This line of work is not always exciting. Many times, it is far from it. (Nobody aside from myself and a few select eager beavers have gotten excited about codes) However, when you take a step back and look at what we do on a daily basis, it’s a pretty unknown. But those who know the job, know we keep disasters from happening, all while most don’t know we are doing it.

(All those words to make checking exit signs and fire extinguishers seem exciting. Happy Fire Prevention Month!)

Sunday, September 16, 2018

Ignorance Is Bliss...


Although it has been quite a while since writing, (and I’ve been okay with that) I can’t help but find myself more and more profound with the world around me. This past weekend I witnessed many of my peers who live a life in a manner that I can only assume as absentminded. They live with no fear of repercussion, no fear of failure, no desire for success, no anything. It is something that I have profoundly regarding the town I grew up in. They are simply just there. They strive to simply exist. Be a number on a list. No strive for greatness, no right or wrongs, just there. I thought of this on my car ride home and came to the conclusion, why can’t I have this?

I try not to throw a temper tantrum and cry like the millennial I am accused of being by my coworkers. But why not me? Why can’t my wife and I live that careless/carefree lifestyle where nothing that you do or say will come back to haunt you. I’m tired of having those sleepless nights were I’m kept up by reconsidering every decision I’ve ever made in my entire life. Ehhh I’m sick of that. Gimme that other style of life. I just want to live a life with my head in the sand, if I didn’t see it, it can’t be true, and fake news. You know, one of those ignorance is bliss lifestyles. I’m tired of being the one to have any sense of reasoning. I want the other way of thinking. The one where I can make knee jerk reactions and simply just live based off of what I’m told on social media with no attempt on my own to determine if it is truth or not. Just a sheep in the flock. I go where the flock goes, I eat what the flock eats, and I don’t dare stray from the flock.

I strayed from the flock years ago, I got a chance to see the world around me in a different light, and I thought that this was an amazing thing. But the older I get, the more I’m surrounded by those who decide that the world is too unsafe outside of my little town. And anyone that isn’t from here, is wrong. Taking a step back, at 29, I’m learning that the world is full of people that are upset when others try to play in their sandbox. No matter what the age, playground rules apply. It’s simply broken down to “if you’re not from here, I don’t trust you”.

Now as much as I bitch here about this, I couldn’t imagine living such a one sided way of life, I’m not saying you have to go far, I have lived in various parts of the state I am from, I have adopted other people, other cultures, and most importantly other points of view! I see a culture of people who are terrified to ask why, for fear they will be ousted or possibly be viewed as going against the flock. It’s sad, it’s disheartening, and it seems that I’m swimming against the tide with this idea. Again, maybe I have been just chosen not to notice this for fear of breaking what little faith I have in humanity left, but if someone could please stop the earth, I’d like to get off.

Wednesday, April 11, 2018

Marrying your best friend

(I attempted to upload photos of the day, however the blog software would not permit them to be added. Prolly because they are too beautiful) 

So now that I have had a few days to process and I’m able to talk about the event... the only thing that comes to mind is, “Holy shit!” I never had a doubt in my mind that I was in love with MARE!, we have an incredible relationship and our bond was beyond amazing. Hell, when her and I met, I felt an incredible pit in my stomach, from there we would find that we had wayyyy too much in common. The same sick sense of humor, dislikes the same things, and most importantly our ability to laugh off whatever adversity came our way. I thought that I had my emotions under control. 

I had a feeling that I was going to tear up. Hell I had a feeling I was going to ball, but I had no idea the amount of power one person can have over the other (“the power of love” makes so much more sense now!)

But then as I stood there in that garden with my back to the crowd. I found myself filling with joy and anxiety. I feel a tap on the shoulder and find myself crippled. I can’t move. I breathe heavy and turn to my right side. My dominant side, the side you always turn to. I look and see the most heartwarming smile and beautiful smile. Her face looking as perfect as ever and the way I’ve seen her everyday. In my opinion there is nothing worse than not recognizing your wife on your wedding day, because of the clown makeup that a self proclaimed Instagram makeup artist attempted to display as “art”. No no, she was as perfect as the day I saw her. And the dress. My god did you see that dress? She looked AMAZING! 

I broke. I broke so hard. I flood of emotions hit me so hard. Similar to being hit by a brick. We both wiped one another’s tears as our families and bridal party looked on. Cameramen capturing the entire moment (which will cause another flood of emotion once those get sent to us). 

Allow me to backtrack, this was all after I split my pants while attempted to climb into the rescue truck that was transporting us to the wedding. Huge shout out to the manager Fred, who took care of me. He quickly told me to drop my pants. This provided a bonding moment between my groomsmen, my father, and my father in law as I stood in a small suite, dressed to the nines from the waist up. Once patched up, I stepped outside to the 2nd happiest moment of my life. 

Let us jump back to the events of the day... from that moment we took photos upon photos upon photos. We captured some of the most gorgeous, breathtaking, and beautiful views West Paterson NJ, had to offer. However, none of that matters. I only saw one thing. Her. 

As we prepared to see her walk down the aisle. I once again thought I had it together (Wrong).  The groomsmen took a few swigs from a half drunken bottle of champagne, we cheered to the future, to Health, and happiness. As a nice jab at my job as a fire inspector, we all hit the exit sign above the door. Think similar to the fighting Irish slapping the “play like a champion today” sign on the field approach from the locker room. We smacked that sign for happiness and good luck. We smacked it as a bond of friends. We all went to our respective spots on the dance floor. We all stood in deep anticipation. Which was funny because the entire bridal party had been taking photos for several hours before that. 

I quickly look around the room and I’m immediately overcome with happiness. All of these amazing people that have had such a positive impact on our lives, all in one place, at one time! The thought of this and the fact that It will more than likely never happen again was a tough feeling to swallow over the last few days. I have been having quick little episodes of feeling that have been reducing me to tears. I snap back to reality as I hear the opening to the bridesmaids entrance song. (If you’d like to relive the moment, the song was ‘Falling slowly’ covered by the vitamin string quartet. The song has been covered many times but it is from the motion picture and musical “Once”. I was a fan of the movie and MARE! Surprised me with tickets to see it on broadway before they ended their run.) 

The first few notes of the song mixed with the beauty of the bridesmaids walking through the door was too much. I was doing okay, until my sister and Ashley both told me not to cry as they walked down the aisle. At that point, I lost it in anticipation of knowing what was about to come. As the song changed to the bridal entrance, I broke again. My best man behind me hand on my back. It was an amazing moment of friendship between him and I. The picture still humbled me out and is a moment I will cherish forever. From there I hear other groomsman getting choked up. The room getting choked up. Everyone was choked up. As her father handed of his daughter. The flood came back again. 

As I helped her step onto the altar, my brain realized there was nobody else in that room but her. Hell for the rest of the night there was nobody in that room. The ceremony was absolutely perfect. 
Once it was able to start because I couldn’t control myself. Damn leaky eyes. Our vows were exchanged in a sentimental yet comical way as I flipped through my notebook to find my vows. The rings were exchanged. As the reverend started to announce, “Now by the power vested in me...”, I couldn’t help but let out a huge ear to ear smile with a firm grip on my now wife’s hands. I didn’t hear anything else but, “you may now kiss the bride”. At that time we shared the most passionate kiss in the history of our time together. Again, I was overcome. The amount of love and happiness in that room is something I can’t put into words. Euphoric? Magical? Wonderful? I’m yet to find a way to pin point it. 

The cocktail hour was filled with happy people sharing drinks and food. As they all came and congratulated us. I felt terrible I was able to speak to everyone there. Time was moving very very fast. Before we knew it, the cocktail hour was over, and the part was on. 

Our DJ, Dave Mondo, absolutely killed it. I can’t say enough about his craft. I threw out some ideas and let the artist do his work. The dance floor was packed for the entire night. Hell the guy packed the floor just by playing “this is how we do it”. It was game on from there. The rest of the night flew by at light speed. The alcohol helped by greasing the rails for that to happen. The next morning I woke up piecing back together the events as if it was a scene from ‘Weekend at Bernie’s.’ 

The following days I found myself in a state of disbelief. Not to be cliche, but it felt like “It was all a Dream”. The following two days I just continued to cry every time I realized that there were so many people who loved and support us with us that night. I also tear up knowing that I am the most lucky man in the world. I imagine that this is kind of like winning the lottery, but better. It was that night that I realized that there are a lot more people who have my back than I had imagined. It’s an amazing sensation that has had a tremendous impact on me. At that time it made me want to be an even better man. 


As I write this, I am sitting on the plane en route to my honeymoon destination in Aruba. As we speak, every time I glance at my wife, a tear comes to my eye. I assume that one day, it will stop. But at the same time, I don’t want to. I don’t ever want to lose that sensation about someone. I never want to lose that love, and I never want to leave her side.