I can't believe that pictures of my messy office generated more email than when I almost got shot! Too funny.

So I'm sitting in roll call this morning, updating my time sheet and not paying too much attention to what's being said. I kinda hear Sarge saying that he's going to need a volunteer to go to one of the local high schools on January 4th to teach a couple of classes on what it's "really" like on the streets in criminal patrol. I hear a telling silence. So I look up, and everyone's looking at me.

"What the FUCK are you all looking at me for?!"

Scowl. Grumble. Sometimes it's a real bitch being the only chick on the team. I get tapped for all the "community policing" shit. Sarge tells me I'm more "user friendly" to the average citizen. Pfftthhhhh. Oh well, fuck it. I'm a team player and all that shit, so I went ahead and said I'd do it. Even more brownie points (like I don't have a few million of those stored up already.)

I do want to know just how I cash in all those brownie points though. I did tell my Lieutenant that I really wanted a new radar. (Mine has no rear antenna, works sporadically, and when it does work it doesn't pick up an approaching car until it's about 20 feet away--and by that time the car has seen me and jammed on the brakes.) He promised me that he's working on getting me one of the new ones.

Yeah, we'll see. Of course I still have the problem of just what I'm supposed to tell high school kids about police work. "Hi, Kids! I love my job because every now and then I get to tell someone to their face that they're a fucking idiot! How many jobs let you do that?! Okay, so the pay is shit, but I figure if I can just tell three people off a year, that's worth about ten grand a year!"

Oh well, if everyone was smart and normal, I wouldn't have a job.