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Some days my job is bearable, on occasion it’s exciting. On even rarer occasions it’s actually fun. For the most part though, I HATE IT.  Problem is, it’s the type of job you start and then next thing you know you have 8 years in.  At that point, you might as well stick out the 20 for the retirement and then pretty soon 30 years comes along and you’re done, but you hated most of it and feel like you’ve wasted your life.

So here I am today, at work, wasting my life.  They move me around like a damn chess piece and it irritates me to no avail.  the county is broken up into the areas, called districts.  Some people work the same district every day, and they are called district officers.  Others fill in where there is a gap for things like days off, people calling in sick, taking time off, whatever.  These guys are called floaters.  I’m a floater and it pisses me off.  I am not one to take change well as it is.  All I ask is that whichever district they need me to fill, put me in a north district, not in the middle or south.  Do they give a rats ass what I want?  Nope, only years of service and laziness are rewarded.  Bust your ass and nobody cares.

I like it up North because I can stay busy, write a lot of tickets, drive around catching bad guys, whatever.  I know that area, been up around there over 4 years, just leave me there and I will be the hardest working guy on the street, and I am.  That’s not bragging, it’s true.  The second highest ticket writer on my shift had 73 tickets last month.  I wrote 244.  I hustle and stay busy, it makes the day go by faster.  I like it up north, I’ve asked them several times to leave me up there.

I don’t like being in the middle cause I live in the middle and it’s not a good idea to arrest your neighbors on a regular basis because they tend to not be happy with you.  Don’t shit where you eat.

I hate, Hate, HATE it down south.

#1 I don’t speak Spanish very well and a very large part of the population in this area are Hispanic so it causes a major hurdle in finding out things that are important, like, “Who shot you, where did he go, is he still around…?”  You know, shit like that.  “A donde es el bad guy con el gun-o?” doesn’t seam to work from experience.

#2 There are 3 major roads down here and a mess load of side roads.  Not much fun for an ex-traffic enforcement officers that loves to chase speeders.

#3

Are you kidding me with this shit?

So while I listen on the radio to Everyone up north chasing the burglars that I’ve been bearing down on for the last few days, Bessie and I are sitting on some shithole dirt road, just dicking the day away.

I guess the seniors have it down pat.  The other day I had 9 calls and still wrote 32 tickets in an 8 hour period.  I came in excited at what a great job I felt I did.  I told one of the veterans about my day and he says to me, “32 tickets?  I haven’t written 32 all year.  When do you get the bonus check?”

At the time I thought, well that’s just a crappy attitude.  We’re supposed to want to stop people because its a patrol function, it saves lives and its positive corrective action.  It’s part of what we do, I’m good at it, and I actually take pleasure in the hunt and pursuit of violators.  It’s my version of hunting or fishing.  But thinking about it today I really get what he said.  Bust your ass or don’t do shit, Nobody cares, nobody says anything, and the pay’s the same.  Why bother trying.  How sad is that, right?  The people you’re depending on to save your ass when the shit hits the fan are the most unappreciated and disgruntled people out there.  Today, I wrote ZERO tickets, none.  If they didn’t send me to a call, I sat there and did nothing.  Just me and Bessie, chewing our cud and emitting natural gas.  And you know what, my paycheck is the same.  I guess that I’ll just become a lazy piece of shit too, then maybe I’ll get a district of my own….

I really hate my job sometimes.