Sheepdog says there are a few LEO's or former LEO's in the forum, so we decided to start a thread. War stories are kind of fun. Got to keep it clean though.
When I was still in the Patrol Division, I got elected to break in a new rookie. Right away I knew I wasn't going to like this guy much. He kept telling me over and over that he had a degree in Criminal Justice and that he thought it was real unfair that I was getting paid more than him, just because I had experience. After all, I only had a high school education. First of all, in spite of his degree, he couldn't spell and his reports were terrible.
We were working the East side on the "Hoot Owl Shift" and it was a pretty bad area. We had one house that we got called to frequently for domestic disturbances. You could always count on a fight when you got there. Either the guy or his girl friend would jump one of us before we got out of there and we'd end up in a real knock-down drag-out and one or both of them would go to jail. Next thing you knew, they would be out and back we'd go.
One night I was getting particularly annoyed at this rookie's yammering about how he was over-educated and underpaid. Sure enough, we got a call to that same house. I was driving and I pulled up in front of the house. I let the dispatcher know we were there and my new partner climbed out of the car, got out his night stick and stood there waiting for me to get out of the car. I just sat there. After a minute or so he said, "What's the deal? Aren't you coming in?" I just looked at him and said, "Well I tell you what. Why don't you leave your baton in the car and just roll up that diploma and go in and handle the situation yourself." He stood there with a blank look on his face for a while and then said, "I'm not going in there by myself!" I got out of the car then, grabbed my night stick and said, "I'll go in, but I don't ever want to hear about your ....ing diploma again!" Guess what? I never did.
Tom
When I was still in the Patrol Division, I got elected to break in a new rookie. Right away I knew I wasn't going to like this guy much. He kept telling me over and over that he had a degree in Criminal Justice and that he thought it was real unfair that I was getting paid more than him, just because I had experience. After all, I only had a high school education. First of all, in spite of his degree, he couldn't spell and his reports were terrible.
We were working the East side on the "Hoot Owl Shift" and it was a pretty bad area. We had one house that we got called to frequently for domestic disturbances. You could always count on a fight when you got there. Either the guy or his girl friend would jump one of us before we got out of there and we'd end up in a real knock-down drag-out and one or both of them would go to jail. Next thing you knew, they would be out and back we'd go.
One night I was getting particularly annoyed at this rookie's yammering about how he was over-educated and underpaid. Sure enough, we got a call to that same house. I was driving and I pulled up in front of the house. I let the dispatcher know we were there and my new partner climbed out of the car, got out his night stick and stood there waiting for me to get out of the car. I just sat there. After a minute or so he said, "What's the deal? Aren't you coming in?" I just looked at him and said, "Well I tell you what. Why don't you leave your baton in the car and just roll up that diploma and go in and handle the situation yourself." He stood there with a blank look on his face for a while and then said, "I'm not going in there by myself!" I got out of the car then, grabbed my night stick and said, "I'll go in, but I don't ever want to hear about your ....ing diploma again!" Guess what? I never did.
Tom