Well, that shot a warning across my bows! No sooner than I post about being too quiet than I return to earth with a bump rushing around like a blue-arsed fly with double to triple the normal amount of jobs and less than half the normal amount of officers.
And don’t get me talking about sergeants who sit on their fat arse in the police station going through logs & demanding this, that & the other without once offering any solution to who I can actually get to do their bidding, much less getting their fat arse from behind the desk & into the expensive police car allocated them which doesn’t get a key in its ignition once in the entire shift & going out there to do the occasional job. I could be actually dealing with some of these jobs if I didn’t have to pick up the bloody phone for you every ten minutes!
And, just for the record, I was so busy sorting out my own stuff that I dodn’t hear anyone else, in the whole control room, all shift.
Thank god for cold beer & muffins at home.