I suppose every job has sits own stresses. The Control Room is no different.
Now don’t get me wrong, I know there will be little sympathy for those of us with shiny arses sitting round on the internet all day & ignoring the radio, but I have to speak as I find.
I know there’s stress up here; I keep seeing female comms ops bursting into tears.
You can see it happening as it builds up. usually after a telephone call or radio message you hear a well known term or phrase, usually goes somelike like "wanker!" or "lazy wanker!" You hear the unmistakable sound of phones being slammed into cradles. Snorting through the nose, comments like "I fucking said ‘stand by!" said to no-one in particular. Then comes the sound of swivel chairs being pushed away from desks, headsets being slammed down on desks swiftly followed by the sounds of women running out the door in tears.
You can tell a woman has run out because queues of other women including women supervisors, start to form desperate to follow them out to make sure they’re OK, make them a cup of tea, give them 15 minutes to ‘cool off’. Suddenly hald the desks are bereft of staff and those that aren’t assisting are talking about it.
One of my male colleagues was under some pressure two weeks ago during a high speed pursuit on the motorway involving another force, helicopters, dogs and traffic. The Ops Room Sergeant (female) was butting in to try and talk about an unrelated matter and was given a terse response but the operator who was clearly under a little stress at the time. Two civilian supervisors (female) commented that the male op shouldn’t be allowed to get away with talking to the Sgt like that and he was hauled into the Inspector’s office for a bollocking.
Perhaps he should just have burst into tears instead.