July 13th, 2009

That’ll learn ‘im

Posted in The Job - Experience by 200

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.

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  1. the man who fell back to bed says:

    two words – you mug.


    surely you of all people should know never to say the ‘q’ word?

    July 14th, 2009 at 11:45

  2. copper bottom says:

    i know what you mean- i work as a controller (sorry RAD),,,,

    last sat- sat down- job lands -kidnap at knifepoint… top 10 jobs = 4 immediates, 4-early response- 4 cars to deal ment 4 people were disappointed,,,

    and 999 overspil calls…

    me- ‘Police emergency…’
    caller- ‘well its not really an emergency…’
    me- ‘bye then…’

    2 mins later…

    me- ‘Police emergency…’
    caller- ‘you put the ‘phone down on me… ‘
    me- ‘Police emergency…’
    caller- ‘will you listen to me?’
    me- ‘Police emergency…’
    caller- ‘right,.. i put my card in the cashpoint and it swallowed
    it up…’
    me- ‘how is that a Police emergency?’
    caller- ‘how will i get home?’

    me- ‘police emergency…’
    caller-’send the cops..’
    me-’whats the problem?’
    caller-’my brother…’
    me-’whats the problem?’
    caller-’he wont give me the remote…’
    me- ‘how old are you? how old is your brother?’
    caller-’24…and he is 30′
    me-’move out and get your own tv…’

    some of the calls were better than that…

    July 14th, 2009 at 13:05

  3. 200 says:

    man who fell…

    too true, hence the title of this entry!

    July 14th, 2009 at 21:37

  4. disenfranchised says:

    I really really hope that copper bottom actually said what (s)he posted. Made me laugh, a lot.

    Cold beer and muffins? Not sure the two go together. What kind of muffins?!

    July 14th, 2009 at 21:39

  5. Jabadaw says:

    Dear disenfranchised,

    Of course beer and muffins go together! The original English muffin is not a sweet adulterated abomination that have pervaded our daily life but are a thing of beauty to behold. None more so, than when split, toasted and buttered with unsalted butter and accompanied by a cool glass of beer.

    Pip pip!

    July 15th, 2009 at 12:44

  6. Jabadaw says:

    Cold beer and muffins. Spot on! I take it that they are proper English muffins. Split, toasted and buttered? Very nice with a flagon of ale.

    July 15th, 2009 at 12:56

  7. copperbottom says:

    oh yes I said it… Why do you think I am ‘punishment posted’
    to the control room?

    July 16th, 2009 at 17:25

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