If you have a problem with that...talk to Sally and Spot.
I don't know. As I wrote that, it reminded me of a math problem. Don't question my mind channeling!
Anyhoozles...texting a guy I know yesterday...who is a cop...as of yesterday...made me realize how some forget why they are there in the first place.
Really. Look at me. I mean, I loved the job. Always. Well, most days.
|NOT a fake smile|
It's like that green Slime we played with as kids.
So I tried to talk this person off the ledge so to speak.
Picture me giving him a pep talk and telling him things will change for the better. I was really digging into my grit and bag of tricks. (Not prostitute bag, you gutter dwellers)
Pom poms, short skirt-I had underwear on!...jazz hands. I was really trying hard.
Cheerleader enthusiasm, bright blue skies, sugar, and fluff. Parade waves.
I tried the splits, but I hurt myself.
Well, you get the picture...unless you are really stupid.
My pep talk consisted of the societal demands, changing platforms, and getting back to the basics of cop work.
Like I said, I was digging in hard. I was probably mostly full of shit. But sometimes that method works.
Some of my details included: Reformation is underway and Trump will probably put some money into law enforcement to beef up the equipment and fund professionalism through some training and new programs.
Standards will be raised and more learning for all. Fun stuff. Tools. Schools. That kind of pep talk.
See! Get it? Got it? Good.
Exciting, right? Yeah, well. It didn't work.
(Let me just show you my text conversation...see pictorial presentation)
I think I have lost my negotiation skills. God save the cops!
Am I going too academia?