Monday:
I called City Hall like I do every Monday to find out how much my paycheck will be for, expecting to get paid for about 77 hours. Only to discover that the #@$@#$ troll didn't do our overtime again, and I only got paid for 50 hours. We get our overtime every four weeks, and in 12 years, I NEVER forgot to take care of the officers. It's not that hard. Civilian employees get their overtime every week and she doesn't have to do anything. The system calculates it. It just isn't set up for this complex payroll rule. We'll get it next week, but with the holidays and the overtime I worked, the taxes are gonna eat up any extra. Thank God Friday is her last day!
Tuesday:
Just another day in paradise. I was off and accomplished only those things I could no longer put off.
Wednesday:
Worked Day Shift. Moderately busy, mostly accidents. Went to my parents' house for Christmas. It was nice. Got home late.
Thursday:
In to work early, 11am. Worked my shift. It was DEAD, Dead, dead. Nothing happening, so the Sergeant called for a Road Check at about 9:30pm. I arrested two for No Driver's License. The night FINALLY ended.
Friday:
I headed into work and my car started making a funny noise so I headed directly for the shop. I have had it worked on twice since October, asking each time that they take a look at the emergency brake, only to be told there was nothing wrong with it. Well, the cable broke and it was hitting my axle. So it's down for the count - maybe Wednesday, IF they can find the part. Great. So they tell me to take "02". Get in it, and it is N-A-S-T-Y. They tell me, "Oh, not that one." That's fine. It REEKS of cigarette smoke. Take "07". Okay, how bad can it be? It was Johnny's until about 2 months ago and he took excellent care of it, non-smoking. Not only was it filthy (although not as bad as 02), but it also reeks of cigarettes. We need some non-smoking spares! So I get it all cleaned up, load up my stuff, and head to the car wash. When I rolled down the window, it was making a weird rattle, so I head back to the shop. The mechanic says it's just the compressor, if you don't run the air conditioner there's no problem. Oh, but it has no oil, let me fix that. Okay.
So I back out to hit the street - finally - and it sounds like I ran over something. Ker-chunk! So I pull back up to see what. Ker-chunk! So I tell them to take a look at that, pretty please. The universal joint or the drive shaft is going bad. Don't drive this one!
So they put me in an old D.U.I. Task Force car. It's dark gray with black letters and is a slick top, which I don't like. But at least it doesn't reek of smoke, but rather the baby-powder scented air freshener it's former driver used. I can live with that. And this is a good thing, because low and behold, I'm coming down with a sinus infection! Great! I don't feel like I ever quite got over the one I brought back from Paris, and now I feel pretty crappy. And, it's DEAD again tonight.
We had such success on Thursday with our Road Check, they decide we need another. Only now it's pretty crappy out. Spitting mist and considerably cooler. Just what I need. I got one ticket out of that one. One of the other guys got one ticket. Other than that, nothing. YAWN!
Saturday:
Again with the BORING!!! Day Watch had a couple hours of excitement, but come three o'clock, nothing. I hid most of the day. It was foggy and misty rain, and chilly. And I feel like crap. I went to the hospital to see if someone would pity me and take a quick peek at my left ear and write me a prescription for antibiotics, but they were not bored. Extremely backed up! So I left and hid some more. The guys decided that they all wanted to go eat together, and since we've gotten in trouble for it before, I declined to join them and had to eat by myself here at the house. Otherwise, I wrote one parking ticket, transported a prisoner for the K9 unit. and caught up on my on-line television watching. YAWN!
Thank God tomorrow is Sunday, my Friday!!!
I called City Hall like I do every Monday to find out how much my paycheck will be for, expecting to get paid for about 77 hours. Only to discover that the #@$@#$ troll didn't do our overtime again, and I only got paid for 50 hours. We get our overtime every four weeks, and in 12 years, I NEVER forgot to take care of the officers. It's not that hard. Civilian employees get their overtime every week and she doesn't have to do anything. The system calculates it. It just isn't set up for this complex payroll rule. We'll get it next week, but with the holidays and the overtime I worked, the taxes are gonna eat up any extra. Thank God Friday is her last day!
Tuesday:
Just another day in paradise. I was off and accomplished only those things I could no longer put off.
Wednesday:
Worked Day Shift. Moderately busy, mostly accidents. Went to my parents' house for Christmas. It was nice. Got home late.
Thursday:
In to work early, 11am. Worked my shift. It was DEAD, Dead, dead. Nothing happening, so the Sergeant called for a Road Check at about 9:30pm. I arrested two for No Driver's License. The night FINALLY ended.
Friday:
I headed into work and my car started making a funny noise so I headed directly for the shop. I have had it worked on twice since October, asking each time that they take a look at the emergency brake, only to be told there was nothing wrong with it. Well, the cable broke and it was hitting my axle. So it's down for the count - maybe Wednesday, IF they can find the part. Great. So they tell me to take "02". Get in it, and it is N-A-S-T-Y. They tell me, "Oh, not that one." That's fine. It REEKS of cigarette smoke. Take "07". Okay, how bad can it be? It was Johnny's until about 2 months ago and he took excellent care of it, non-smoking. Not only was it filthy (although not as bad as 02), but it also reeks of cigarettes. We need some non-smoking spares! So I get it all cleaned up, load up my stuff, and head to the car wash. When I rolled down the window, it was making a weird rattle, so I head back to the shop. The mechanic says it's just the compressor, if you don't run the air conditioner there's no problem. Oh, but it has no oil, let me fix that. Okay.
So I back out to hit the street - finally - and it sounds like I ran over something. Ker-chunk! So I pull back up to see what. Ker-chunk! So I tell them to take a look at that, pretty please. The universal joint or the drive shaft is going bad. Don't drive this one!
So they put me in an old D.U.I. Task Force car. It's dark gray with black letters and is a slick top, which I don't like. But at least it doesn't reek of smoke, but rather the baby-powder scented air freshener it's former driver used. I can live with that. And this is a good thing, because low and behold, I'm coming down with a sinus infection! Great! I don't feel like I ever quite got over the one I brought back from Paris, and now I feel pretty crappy. And, it's DEAD again tonight.
We had such success on Thursday with our Road Check, they decide we need another. Only now it's pretty crappy out. Spitting mist and considerably cooler. Just what I need. I got one ticket out of that one. One of the other guys got one ticket. Other than that, nothing. YAWN!
Saturday:
Again with the BORING!!! Day Watch had a couple hours of excitement, but come three o'clock, nothing. I hid most of the day. It was foggy and misty rain, and chilly. And I feel like crap. I went to the hospital to see if someone would pity me and take a quick peek at my left ear and write me a prescription for antibiotics, but they were not bored. Extremely backed up! So I left and hid some more. The guys decided that they all wanted to go eat together, and since we've gotten in trouble for it before, I declined to join them and had to eat by myself here at the house. Otherwise, I wrote one parking ticket, transported a prisoner for the K9 unit. and caught up on my on-line television watching. YAWN!
Thank God tomorrow is Sunday, my Friday!!!
vq%3D3239)789)574)WSNRCG%3D3233+9364466vq0mrj.jpeg)
No comments:
Post a Comment