As an avid reader of David Copperfield's "Coppersblog" I am glad to say that my Christmas was far less eventful than his. Why? If I knew that I would market a drug to stop people hating each other. Trust me, it really was quiet!!!! Yes I definitely saw some constables, who normally wander around the station in plain clothes, kitted up and ready for action, but it would seem that peace and goodwill, on the whole, applied to all men/women/ethnic etc., you get the gist.
One of these uniformed people who spend their time in the volume crime unit did say at one point, "I've just got to go for a wee and then we should go out on patrol as I've spent too much ******* time in this station."
This brings me onto another point. I have had an attachment to CID in the past, well something akin to CID, well at least I thought it was, errmmm, now I'm confused. Either way, it involved being a police officer who had not been classed as independent, but was deemed worthy enough to go and speak to some extremely "pleasant" customers, who lived in some "dodgy" areas where no man, without a stab vest, had gone before.
On this particular attachment my colleagues (in this case probationers who had joined at the same time as I) had to deal with what could only be described as "the scrapings from the litter tray that the cat could not use to cover up it's own mess". Granted, we were only trainee police officers and it did give me an idea as to some of the dross I would experience at some time in my career, but it has left me with the feeling that I would rather dunk my head in a vat of boiling oil than deal with crime reports of people who have lost their mobile phone, whilst intoxicated, but are sure that it was their best mate [insert name here] that nicked it "'cos they've been shagging each other behind my back the bastard". It has also left me with the sense that I have no desire to be posted to plain clothes and would probably transfer to another force/agency if I was assigned to this.
References to "Little Britain" have sprung to mind when I was on this weird and wonderful attachment. There's no escaping it, you just meet these people and they believe that the loss of their phone as as bad as their mother being hacked to death by a mad axe murderer recently released from the whacky bin for good behaviour or they've been misunderstood.
Okay, if you've done the exams, the interview training, etc. then the job is probably quite interesting in a paperwork sort of way, but if you are at my stage in the career (but in some respects force allocation to departments seems to be a lottery) you are just a resource and you can be assigned anywhere in the policing area with little or no training and then left there to, errrm, die? This could well be my ticket out of the police in so far as I will need to find another job. Inflexible, maybe, but a complete phobia, oh yes! With any luck this sort of "re-shuffle" will happen after my two year probation so in which case I can change forces, go to Austrlia etc., etc.
Anywho, on a more sober moment in my last few days on duty I have had to attend two incidents that involved dead people. To their relatives I have to say, errm, happy Christmas?
Despite the these deaths I do give the relatives my deepest sympathies, even the one who smacked the ambulance person as they believed they were not doing their job properly in reviving a relative who had been dead for at least three hours. However, to the other death I had to be involved with, I do sincerely send my thoughts to the deceased's family.
Now on this final note. To those who may actually read this drivel, have a good New Year and I will tap some stuff in 2007.
One of these uniformed people who spend their time in the volume crime unit did say at one point, "I've just got to go for a wee and then we should go out on patrol as I've spent too much ******* time in this station."
This brings me onto another point. I have had an attachment to CID in the past, well something akin to CID, well at least I thought it was, errmmm, now I'm confused. Either way, it involved being a police officer who had not been classed as independent, but was deemed worthy enough to go and speak to some extremely "pleasant" customers, who lived in some "dodgy" areas where no man, without a stab vest, had gone before.
On this particular attachment my colleagues (in this case probationers who had joined at the same time as I) had to deal with what could only be described as "the scrapings from the litter tray that the cat could not use to cover up it's own mess". Granted, we were only trainee police officers and it did give me an idea as to some of the dross I would experience at some time in my career, but it has left me with the feeling that I would rather dunk my head in a vat of boiling oil than deal with crime reports of people who have lost their mobile phone, whilst intoxicated, but are sure that it was their best mate [insert name here] that nicked it "'cos they've been shagging each other behind my back the bastard". It has also left me with the sense that I have no desire to be posted to plain clothes and would probably transfer to another force/agency if I was assigned to this.
References to "Little Britain" have sprung to mind when I was on this weird and wonderful attachment. There's no escaping it, you just meet these people and they believe that the loss of their phone as as bad as their mother being hacked to death by a mad axe murderer recently released from the whacky bin for good behaviour or they've been misunderstood.
Okay, if you've done the exams, the interview training, etc. then the job is probably quite interesting in a paperwork sort of way, but if you are at my stage in the career (but in some respects force allocation to departments seems to be a lottery) you are just a resource and you can be assigned anywhere in the policing area with little or no training and then left there to, errrm, die? This could well be my ticket out of the police in so far as I will need to find another job. Inflexible, maybe, but a complete phobia, oh yes! With any luck this sort of "re-shuffle" will happen after my two year probation so in which case I can change forces, go to Austrlia etc., etc.
Anywho, on a more sober moment in my last few days on duty I have had to attend two incidents that involved dead people. To their relatives I have to say, errm, happy Christmas?
Despite the these deaths I do give the relatives my deepest sympathies, even the one who smacked the ambulance person as they believed they were not doing their job properly in reviving a relative who had been dead for at least three hours. However, to the other death I had to be involved with, I do sincerely send my thoughts to the deceased's family.
Now on this final note. To those who may actually read this drivel, have a good New Year and I will tap some stuff in 2007.
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