For some, you may hear the phrase ‘dispatchers’ and not really know what that means. 

Broadly, you’re sure that everyone deserves equal human rights and respect, but sometimes, it happens – we don’t know everything! It’s okay to be a little ignorant to start with so long as we learn. willingness to improve is a fabulous quality in a person, by the way. 

Anyhow, here I am to enlighten everyone!

Dispatchers may sound – with all due respect – like a dated 50s term for sex workers, but the reality is a much more SFW alternative. Remember all the bright faced, earnest individuals who drive ambulances, organise you and sort you out when you’re in your most panicked? The behind the scenes and front line individuals that keep everything running. Sure, we remember that the doctors and surgeons have super stressful roles and long hours, but so do dispatchers! If nurses don’t often even get the respect they deserve from a result of historically gendered dismissals, just think about how neglected dispatchers are.

I’m talking socially respecting them, but also in terms of pay, job security and government funding. These guys keep us alive and get us where we need to be, and they aren’t even being paid to reflect that a lot of the time.

We see this in the public sector too, with nurses – as I’ve mentioned before – and teachers, unusual though that pairing may seem. 

A love letter to teachers, dispatchers, and nurses everywhere: you’re the future

I know that the arts students get a lot of stick about their lack of employment opportunities, and the science and engineering students fight it out amongst themselves about who is the most martyred. But do you want to know something? The real heroes are the vocational degrees. I’m talking teachers and nurses here, folks. 

This one’s for you – so pour out one from me while you sit down to read this wedge of validation.

I’m going to set the scene for you. It’s a generic family gathering of sufficient scale for all the gang to be gathered together around the table, already stuffed with food and spoiling for a bit of gossip. Failing that, they’re more than willing to create their own drama. 

Enter me, the trainee teacher.

Frankly, this disapproval is fairly interchangeable with the fates of nurses and dispatchers getting their basic training in. Strap in.

It’s like lambs to a slaughter – the eyes of the hunting dogs light up (by which I mean the elderly aunts brace themselves for righteous indignation where they have no business being righteously indignant). 

Although you’ve explained it thousands of times before, there’s something that your extended family members just simply don’t seem to grasp. The willingness to work for the public and national interest even if it doesn’t necessarily come with the biggest pay check. Something about generational morals and capitalistic venture, I’m sure. 

You take a deep breath as the first comments flow across the table, accompanied by a brandished fork and rapidly emptying wine glass. 

‘Think about the huge number of hours you will do!’

‘What about all the horrible parents and misbehaving children’

‘It’ll turn you off children for good’

‘What was that I read last week about teachers getting no pension’

‘Isn’t it a bit of a cop out to just spend your life teaching primary school children. Do you not want something more fulfilling’

You guys get so much stick that it’s no wonder you have to have nerves of steel and patience for days. People just can’t seem to register that other people are more willing to directly contribute to the national economy and services, without necessarily having the same economic benefits as they expect.

Something about a moral incentive, I guess? Go figure. 

In short, the next time your grandmother thinks that she’s qualified to comment on the topic because she was a teacher’s assistant for 6 months 40 years ago, you can hold your own against her tirade against Ofsted. About how ‘everything is just about the exams rather than learning the curriculum’ among other things. While it’s true, what can she or I do about that, bar make the children’s lives more interesting and engaging with the material at our disposal.

Teaching is all about making do and enriching lives. Changing lives, frankly. Don’t even get me started on dispatchers and nurses. You guys are angels. 

We love you, and you are so appreciated. 

Keep it up but also look after yourself and take a break where possible.