True Detective Stories

I hate my job.

Yes, I realize I write that once every week or so, but it is now absolutely true. I hate this job, I hate this department, and I especially hate entitled people who believe they deserve “special” service because they’re former law enforcement.

Yesterday I was sitting at my desk entering jobs, when a woman and her son approached the window and demanded to speak with a detective. I asked them if they knew which detective was handling their case, and the mother immediately replied with a condescending “No.” I then asked if they had a report number so I could help them find their assigned investigator, and I receive another condescending “No.” Again. she then told me they hadn’t made a police report yet.

Now I’m starting to get annoyed, but I was not going to let this woman get the best of me. “You’ll need to make a police report first, so it can be assigned to a detective-”

The woman then turned her back on me, pulled out her cellphone and started to make a phone call. Finally fed up with these shenanigans, I returned to my desk…

Almost instantly, I heard this person badmouthing me over the phone. ‘He did this, and he said that…” even though I asked her two fairly standard questions. The insults continued for more than a few minutes.

Apparently, the woman called my captain, and then called the divisional inspector. I knew this because a few moments later, the inspector called me directly.

“Do you know who that woman is at your window?” the Inspector asked.
“No, I do not, because she never bothered to identify herself.”

“She is a former Deputy Commissioner, and she said you were unprofessional.”
“Inspector, I have never seen this woman before in my life, and respectfully, I asked her two questions before she turned around and called you and started badmouthing me over the phone.”

“Well, I contacted your captain and lieutenant so they could get her interviewed immediately.”

I mean, what else was I going to say? The Inspector was clearly backing this woman’s version of events, so I was dead in the water.

The woman’s son was interviewed by a detective, and they were virtually in and out. Afterward, my lieutenant came to the desk and asked what happened. I told him the story, and he replied, “She said you were unprofessional because you didn’t open the window to speak to her.”

I sat there, mouth agape, and said, “Lieutenant, that window hasn’t moved since 7am. I always leave it open so I can hear people coming down the hallway.”

Here’s the proof:

The irony here is the window, which is only Plexiglas, is supposed to be closed because it is a safety issue. Like, say, if some angry thug comes to the window with a gun intent on shooting a lot of cops.

In the end, a woman who used to be a bigwig in the department can be condescending to an active officer, then demand literally anything, and peons like me are forced to jump to attention. I guess the moral of this story is there truly are two Americas. One for the entitled, and one for the rest of us.

13 thoughts on “True Detective Stories

  1. Sounds to me like she was a piece of work when she was active duty based on her current behavior. I don’t know how you do it day in and day out, Wyatt. Thank you.


  2. Ronni – A few people in the building said she was a nightmare. I don’t doubt that. The good news is the Deferred Compensation representative was in the office yesterday and said I should be really good financially to retire in 2027.

    Can. Not. Come. Soon. Enough.

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  3. In a year, I will be interviewing applicants for the job of Chief of Security, Gags, and Practical Jokes at Texas Nick’s Beachside Tiki Bar and Entertainment Emporium. Would you like an application? It won’t pay that much, but it will be a lot more fun than what you do these days. 🙂


  4. I’d like to offer something catchy and amusing, but there was nothing amusing about your encounter. Cheer up knowing that everyone here is on your side and have no doubt this woman is a complete moron.


  5. RG – Yeah, that’s comforting. I keep looking toward the future. Seven years… I can do seven years.

    MelP – I almost always hate people. I honestly think the stress of this job is shortening my life.

    Ingineer – And I know no one. Going on 26 years and I have never asked, or been given, a favor.


  6. Wyatt: Even if you have to pay for it yourself, you should make sure that your every interaction with the public and your fellow workers is recorded, video and audio,…can do nothing but help in situations such as this…


    1. I’m with Doc on this one Wyatt. Amazon has tons of bodycams if the PPD doesn’t give you one. Frankly, I’d rather have one to record interaction with coworkers in today’s world. Your True Detective stories prove that out time after time. Having it for the public is just as important though. Kind of bears out why many of us here seem to hate people. 😦


  7. Doc – Good idea, but it’s illegal to tape conversations in PA unless the subjects are notified beforehand. It’ll never get past my supervisors. Seven years. I can make seven years.

    RG – I know I do, but that’s after a quarter century of being assaulted, verbally abused, and being called a racist. It may be a better job in a better city, but here? It’s awful. Every person who talked to the Deferred Comp rep the other day said they can’t work here much longer.


  8. Wow. What a pain in the rear. It’s so annoying when someone with a little authority brandishes it to the max just to feel important. What a jerk. I hope it all works out for you.


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