Sort of but not really picking up where we left off in the previous post.
I'd  been on that particular agency, my first, for almost three years at the  time of this adventure.  I was, I'll admit, nicknamed 'Schwartz' there  because of my rather overzealous approach to the job in my formative  years, long before I became grumpy.  That nickname is between you and  me.  Don't tell.
We were dispatched to a smoke smell in  a residence.  I drove to the station, as per protocol, to either staff  up assigned BRTs and respond, or staff the big house if the assigned  BRTs were already gone.
This agency has well-defined  response procedures by call type, and the SOPs are clear that you  continue to follow the response order until Command cancels you,  regardless of what you hear on the size up, etc.  You don't even have to  check the SOP, because all the units on the response, in the order  they're supposed to go, are included in the voice dispatch.  Easy.
I  arrived at the big house (15 total units!) to find the first engine and  the rescue already gone.  The small structure fire response SOP  directed that a medic go next, followed by the quint/ladder.  So I  geared up and, logically, trotted out towards the first-out medic.
Numbnutz walks onto the apparatus floor and tries to wave me off. Oh stop it, Schwartz, it's probably just food on the stove, we're not going anywhere.
Numbnutz, I respectfully but firmly said, we haven't been canceled.  I kept trotting.
Schwartz, do not get on that ambulance!
I ignored him.  He was not an officer, and he was contradicting clear SOP.  Screw him.
Schwartz, if you leave on that truck, you are finished here!  You're gone.  Damn it, don't you get on that rig!  He was pretty upset.  Wow, dude.  I felt very safe, protected by the policy. 
For  some reason, he didn't try to stop the next two guys that came out and  climbed aboard Medic 61 with me.  We were supposed to leave with a  minimum of two but recommended staff of four for fires.  Numbnutz wasn't  coming and no one else had arrived yet.  Medic 61 left Numbnutz behind.
Medic  61 arrived to a single story bread-and-butter residence with nothing  showing, and was immediately directed to pack up and prepare for entry.   Well, now!  Small but active attic fire which had spread from an old  faulty chimney.  In fact, I personally pulled the ceiling in the living  room after we put down salvage covers.
When my crew was  low on air, we went outside.  Ladder 61 had arrived.  Numbnutz was  stewing in the drivers seat, watching us work.
Apparently  Numbnutz ranted about us leaving to the guys who showed up next at the  big house, including a Captain.  Smooth.  Captain unsurprisingly  directed the ladder to go anyway (you know, not yet canceled by Command  and all that), and told Numbnutz that since he "wasn't needed", he could  just "watch the truck".
It got even better when said  Captain was informed of the threat to kick me off the department for  following SOP, but I was not privy to that post-incident interview.
Numbnutz didn't say much to me for a while.  It was nice.
 
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