Just MHO, but there's nothing on the street that I can't deal with. It's the internal stuff that will give you gray hair quicker than anything - having to wear long sleeves when it's 90 degrees out, getting fussed at because the computer eats a report (like I f***ing caused the underpowered Chinese piece of sh** to do that), having to write a memo because you parked on a sidewalk for a hot call even though there's a specific section in the state code that allows you to....I/we could go on.
Right now, I'm in the child abuse division of our investigations unit, and I have on my desk, among others, a DOA of an 8 week old, a rape of 16 year old, and a pretty nasty abuse case involving a toddler, not to mention about twenty other active cases that I am on an equally tight deadline to work. I dig in and do what I can, and truth be told, the cases don't bother me much. Having some a-hole coworker take the keys to my Taurus five minutes before I get a tip on where one of the perverts I have been hunting all year might be hiding, causing me to run around and beg for someone else's car keys, all because someone's too lazy too walk the half block to their own car, and there's a standing order that we will (ie everyone, not optional) put our car keys in the key box during our shift as soon as we get back to the building, regardless if we're going back out in ten minutes or four hours....yeah, that gets me a little mad.
I need to go stand up for a second. Any IM's will have to wait a few minutes.