How to describe "10-8"... The actual meaning of 10-8 is "Back in Service". When you wrap up a call, you go 10-8. This tells Dispatch that you are done and available for something else. If you are the primary unit on the call, you give a Code Status to tell them what you did on the call and whether you are writing a report.
10-8 can also mean that you sent someone on their way. For example: One of the guys might put a girlfriend 10-8, meaning they broke up. Or Cynthia went 10-8 from my house, meaning that she doesn't live here anymore. Or you might encounter someone somewhere they aren't supposed to be, so you put them 10-8, meaning you told them to leave the situation or location.
And it can also mean that I'm 10-8. Meaning I am DONE with my training and on my own. And that is exactly what I am. As of approximately 1 o'clock this morning.
I didn't even see my FTO at the end of the shift last night, my last night of training. I had met with him around 10 o'clock to discuss the memo he was writing to the Lieutenant. And he showed up on my last call, where I arrested a "24" (Demented Person). But I didn't see him after that.
I was sitting in my car, in the parking lot of Headquarters (35), working on my report. The Lieutenant approached me and said, "Well, it's official. You are 10-8. Wanna work overtime tomorrow night?" What am I, stupid? Of course I want the overtime! So that is how I came to be working tonight, my official first night 10-8. And I LOVE my job! Yes, it's is hotter than Hades here in the deep south this summer. But my car is nice and cool, and I do spend quite a bit of time in there. Standing in the sun on blacktop pavement is not fun, but I will survive.
We had a good shift tonight. We were just the right amount of busy. I encountered the Chief's "best-friend" leaving a crack-house. But I didn't have any charges on him, so when he took off running, I let him go. That's okay. I'll see him again... We got a fight call that turned out not to be one. And like one of the guys said, "At least we got to drive fast with lights and sirens." Gotta love that kind of thinking. We schlepped a few other nothing calls, and I backed a couple of the guys up on their traffic stops. That was about it.
Then I got to leave at 9 o'clock. I have Driver's Training again in the morning. Gotta get ready for that class next month. I had dinner with a couple of the guys on my way home. And now I am home and getting ready to crash.
Being 10-8 feels great!
10-8 can also mean that you sent someone on their way. For example: One of the guys might put a girlfriend 10-8, meaning they broke up. Or Cynthia went 10-8 from my house, meaning that she doesn't live here anymore. Or you might encounter someone somewhere they aren't supposed to be, so you put them 10-8, meaning you told them to leave the situation or location.
And it can also mean that I'm 10-8. Meaning I am DONE with my training and on my own. And that is exactly what I am. As of approximately 1 o'clock this morning.
I didn't even see my FTO at the end of the shift last night, my last night of training. I had met with him around 10 o'clock to discuss the memo he was writing to the Lieutenant. And he showed up on my last call, where I arrested a "24" (Demented Person). But I didn't see him after that.
I was sitting in my car, in the parking lot of Headquarters (35), working on my report. The Lieutenant approached me and said, "Well, it's official. You are 10-8. Wanna work overtime tomorrow night?" What am I, stupid? Of course I want the overtime! So that is how I came to be working tonight, my official first night 10-8. And I LOVE my job! Yes, it's is hotter than Hades here in the deep south this summer. But my car is nice and cool, and I do spend quite a bit of time in there. Standing in the sun on blacktop pavement is not fun, but I will survive.
We had a good shift tonight. We were just the right amount of busy. I encountered the Chief's "best-friend" leaving a crack-house. But I didn't have any charges on him, so when he took off running, I let him go. That's okay. I'll see him again... We got a fight call that turned out not to be one. And like one of the guys said, "At least we got to drive fast with lights and sirens." Gotta love that kind of thinking. We schlepped a few other nothing calls, and I backed a couple of the guys up on their traffic stops. That was about it.
Then I got to leave at 9 o'clock. I have Driver's Training again in the morning. Gotta get ready for that class next month. I had dinner with a couple of the guys on my way home. And now I am home and getting ready to crash.
Being 10-8 feels great!
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2 comments:
Darya - I went all the way back to the beginning of your blog and read forward. I've really enjoyed learning about your "other" life. I've known some of your art life for years, but didn't know much about your cop life. Very interesting!!! I've put you on my must read list.
:o) Marian
Congratulations on being on your own! I always enjoy reading about your adventures.
Joanne
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