When I commented on the CPD Facebook page about a parking issue, I received a wrath of lashes from the public and some kudos from supporters as well. It was fun.
In the process, a young woman who is applying for a job as a police officer contacted me and started emailing me for advice. Luckily, I didn't give out my phone number. It's on the bathroom walls in several locations, but I think she used the women's restrooms.
She is intense.
To say the least.
She is a really nice girl and comes from a very good background. She doesn't do drugs, drink, or get into trouble. She just works and tries really hard to get ready for this test. I have to admire her enthusiasm, but I am trying to get her to come down a notch. Was I that emotional as a 24 year old?
I never turn down anyone that wants me to give them pointers or advice. I like her, but she is like one of those jumping beans. Nothing, nothing, nothing...then bam, bam, bam. It reminds me of a cross between Squirrel, Wheels, and a 13 year old...all on a period. That's not the grammar kind.
She doesn't get my humor. Am I that misunderstood?
For some reason, she was upset at the way an officer treated her. I was trying to talk some sense into her because I can just imagine the other end. Police officers will nod their heads and be fake nice and then they only will listen to so much intensity before they shut it off and they are thinking about what kind of beer they are going to drink when they get home.
I wish I could post the exact several days of conversation because that would be so precious. It's like training all over again only without the go fast machine and rap, which I know she would hate. Country all the way.
So she didn't get my humor when she asked what she should do to prepare for the test.
I said, you should listen to a little rap music, workout, brush up on state statutes. Yeah. It fell on deaf ears.
Or the time she got upset at a sergeant and told me she was so pissed that she was treated the way she was and I explained I didn't think anything was wrong with what she was explaining to me and then I told her how police work operates and we cannot save the world and people have to understand our limitations and she got all upset and told me...
I CAN'T BELIEVE IT! I MEAN, AND I WOULD TAKE A BULLET FOR ANY ONE OF THOSE GUYS!!!
It was like that. Very intense. Many exclamation marks.
And I responded..."Honey, it's not that kind of job. Only the Secret Service has to take a bullet for someone."
Yeah. I only get myself. I thought I was damn funny.
Training online begins.