I bumped into an old work friend of mine this week. I haven’t seen her for about 8 years, she was one of my old probationers back in the day when they thought I might have something useful to pass on to the new recruits.
She’d popped up to get the results of an interview for the Youth Team.
I’m not sure what the Youth Team do exactly. They don’t appear to wear uniforms & they work with kids, probably they just take them to Sri Lanka or Butlins or somewhere & try to persuade them not to be naughty.
Anyway, she got the job so she had a grin like a Cheshire Cat & that wasn’t just at seeing me suffering behind a radio terminal, although I couldn’t help thinking she was getting some glee at my obviously suffering demeanour.
We talked about her new job & how she got on in her interview. I was somewhat surprised to learn that although she was starting on the unit, she couldn’t actually work unsupervised with any of the little dears until she had undergone a CRB check.
That’s as in Criminal Records Bureau check, the same one that teachers & social workers & paedophiles take to stop them working with children.
So my colleague, who prior to going on the Youth Team could walk into someone’s house, deem that the child was at risk & pick them up & walk out placing a Police Protection Order on them, couldn’t work with a recidivist 16-year old career criminal in case she’d somehow been convicted of a child sex offence during her previous exemplary employment with Her Majesty’s finest.