Just got off the phone with my captain. Two weeks ago, one of our Sgts. stroked out in his office., which is oddly fitting cause the guy was a complete asshole and the worst cop I have ever had the displeasure to work with.
City is gonna put him out on disability for 6 months, at which time he'll be eligible for his 30 and pension out. On Monday, I will assume my duties as an "acting sgt." My official promotion and swearing in will be the day after the stroker turns in his time.
Until my arm is completely healed and I'm cleared for full-duty, it looks like I am going to get jammed into either Records or Community Relations.
As if those two divisions aren't arleady full of useless wonders.
I thought I was going to die on the list. The number one guy? Has 5 years total exp, 3.5 of which have been spent as a school resource officer. But he has an MBA, which I'm sure he's putting to good use as the new jr sgt on days.
In between him and me were 6 other dudes, one of whom has 19 on the job and is just looking to bump up his pension. Can't blame him.
The GOOD news is that the Capt gave me my pic of assignments. Of course, I picked Nights in our busiest district.
No more driving unattended squads off into the hinterlands...or removing the battery from a supe's car.
No more of having the Motorola guys reprogram certain officers' base radios with only county freqs.
No more gag 911 calls from pay phones on slow nights. "hello...is this the police? Thanks...just checking."
No more flippant radio traffic or idle banter on our old talk-around channel.
No more pepperballs left under the hood.
I'm currently taking bets on how long it will take before I discover a small, agitated mamal with potent urine in the trunk of my supe car.
Pray for me.
Sheep