So....

Only 1.9%?

Happy Blogday

I have just skimmed through my posts and have noticed I have been blogging for two whole years! Two years!

My where did all the time go? Mostly on having a good old moan and putting up silly (but true) stories about my life as a police officer. I have been called an officer near retirement (if only) and ever so slightly miserable but as I have mentioned before I only moan because I truly love my job.

So I suppose I should pat myself on the back and actually get some posts up, my motivation has taken knocks over the two years but I will bloody well keep posting as long as I have blood running through my fingers!

Anyway, stay safe out there and keep on plodding.

You, me and it

Attending an address today clarified the presumption that as a police officer I have to know everything about everyone and must know precise information relayed to someone else somewhere else.

The mother of three I was speaking to was only dressed in a towel and was hopping over household items that seemed to have exploded out of a side cupboard all over the entire house.

"But I rang you last night and told you to go round there to speak to him? Why didn't you?"
"Madam, I wasn't here last night. I am the early shift"
"But you took the call, I wanted you to do it then, not now!"
"I don't know who you spoke to, probably the call center, I have only had first sight of this matter 10 minutes ago"
"But you should know, I don't know why you came here. I told you not to come round here last night as I was tired"
"I know but it's the morning"
"I have asthma, you should know I can't be rushed about. You rushed me out the bathroom"
"I am very sorry if you feel that I did that but I assume you wanted us to attend after you had woken up"
"How many times do I have to tell you?"
"Excuse me? I don't know anything. As I said I have a brief summary of your call and that's it. I don't know what expectations you have of me as you didn't speak to me"
"You lot are all the same"

It was one of those situations of which even I could not recover and I shuffled about in my boots whilst standing in her hallway nodding. When she had finished I left, I still wasn't sure what she had called about but I now know I should have known about it.

Round 2

Ladies and Gentlemen...

It would appear I have been given another opportunity to account for my knowledge in 12 months time.

Yes, that's a negative ghost rider... negative...

Bah!

Waiting and more waiting...

The Sergeants exam seems like a long time ago now and still no sign of them letting us poor 'candidates' know how we have done. As one of my colleagues said recently:

"If they gave the result straight away they wouldn't be able to call the entire process 'torture' "

As such I am binding my time by getting my head down and trying to not think about... well I say try not to because inevitably I always do and the more I mooch over it the worse I think I've done. So I have now brought myself to the conclusion that I have failed... so if I pass I can revel in the sensation of enlightenment and if I fail I knew it all along anyway... ;)

On the policing front it has been remarkably dull. The only source of entertainment of recent note was a Section 2 mental heath assessment I attended and instead of being the normal crazed male lunatic it was an 80 year old woman. She was utterly vile and at the same time hysterical accusing us me of being a 'pretty boy' and not the sort of lad she would be seen with. She also waved her walking stick at me and threatened to knock me out to which I responded to by getting out my extend able baton, striking my finest fencing pose and said that sounded like a good way to pass the time.

More news as and when....