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Discussion in 'Cop Talk' started by PinkoCommie, Feb 9, 2013.
... or was it a WEIRD Friday night at work for you too?
Not particularly. It looked like we were going to get piss pounded right out of the gate, but it ended up average.
It was a busy day shift. Shooting nearby, burglary, warrant, general mopery.
Was a busy day shift. I always know it's gonna be fun when I'm dealing with a drunk at 0800.
Nope. Pretty quiet for us, but I think some other areas were a little heavier. Thursday was messed up for us.
Fridays are usually very slow at the courthouse. However, I had a lot of " I do not get paid enough for __________" moments.
I am on day shift with weekends and holidays off. It never used to be that way. It took a long time to get on this schedule, so I am pretty happy about it. It makes for better family time. When I was single I started off two weeks days, two weeks swings, two weeks midnights. That got old quick. Not long after I got married, they finally decided to do month rotations. Then I got out of uniform and went to salary on call, and that was all day, all night all the time. Working three days straight on a case got old quickly. That and we got all the crap because we were the bottom agency of the merger.
I put it to go back to the day, swing, midnight affair, because they were looking for senior agents to come back. They offered me Buffu Egypt. I turned them down, and have been at my current position about 7 years.
When the fit hits the shan; however, weekeds, holidays, and day shift are out the window. But, hopefully no more natural disasters anytime soon.
Nope.... It's our weekend off.....
Thursday night wasn't too bad.....
Just a little. A girl seen walking down a highway covered in blood. Turns out, she jumped from a moving vehicle to get away from a creepy guy. Then her story changed to creepy girl driving. She had a big laceration on her head along with lesser ones.
Had a couple of other family disturbances. Oh, I found a saddled horse in the middle of a dark roadway with a rope attached to the saddle horn. Thought there may have been a rider thrown somewhere, but it just turned out to be a horse which took off from its enclosure to go hang with a nearby buddy horse. Pretty much a regular Friday night for us.
Had a little insanity from disorganization. I got pulled from my normal post to go take a med trip out until overtime got there to cover it, then (as my partner and I got halfway back to the institution), we got called to go back and pick another up and bring him back. I got back and back to my assigned post, which was one I'd never worked before (visitation at the minimum security camp, which runs different than inside the fence), so that was all kinds of interesting until it got settled down.
The drunks seemed particularly stupid last night.
Nope, couldn't buy action.
I don't know if it's the warm wether and lack of snow around here, but the lid pop off early off the usual springtime jar of crazy. Lots of people who are just completely nuts.
Well, the insanity continued on a bit into tonight. Stupid stuff, but a pain in the butt nonetheless.
Nothing special happened around here Friday at either of my jobs.
Sent from my Federation issued communicator.
Robbery, sex assault, etc but I was acting sgt. so I didn't take any paper.
Thursday night was rough at our hospital. A bizarre Multiple vehicle TA and it took hours and extra manpower to handle and every routine (if anything could be) detail was twisted in some way to make it as difficult as possible. My wife was well into overtime before it was sorted out. It was the first serious trauma on her shift in weeks.
My thursday was wild, dui drugs multiple suicides, barracaded subjects and accident with injuries.it was busy for me!
Pretty quiet night. I did work a domestic disturbance between an old biker groupie and her semi-transient boyfriend. She told me a story about the time she did coke with Greg Allman and a Pagan she was currently "seeing". I started to call BS, but she spun a VERY detailed story. I used to wonder what happened to groupies when they get too told to...group. Turns out it ain't pretty...
Practicing for when they put those stripes on are we????