Friday was busy, and in our second hour, we received a barricaded person job. As usual, my squad was short on detectives, and the sergeant took three of them out to the job. That left me with Diego the Idiot Detective and Kim Jong-Loon. Moments later, Diego decided he needed to leave the building, probably because he didn’t want to do his job.
So that left me, Kim Jong-Loon and about ten other detectives in our “special units.” The special unit people are the domestic violence office and the shooting teams, and they spend most of their days walking the halls and gabbing with their coworkers…
Now, we’re obviously a very busy division, and when jobs come in, they need to be assigned, whether we have one detective on the floor or twenty. Soon after Diego skipped out, a stolen gun job came in. Kim got the assignment, so I was effectively the only person available. The phones continued to ring, the jobs kept pouring in, and I continued to tell the officers to leave the paperwork on the desk. “We’ll get to it when we get to it.”
In the meantime, the special unit people were hanging out in the kitchen, talking about baseball, and effectively standing around drinking coffee. They knew we were swamped, and knew I was the only person on the floor, and still they walked by like they couldn’t care less.
Look, I get they have their jobs to do, but when they’re roaming the halls with nothing to do, is it really that difficult to pick up a phone or answer a cop’s question? Are you so special you cannot take one second to help out?
The irony of this nonsense is when a special unit gets swamped, we’re FORCED to help them. Funny how that rule is not a two-way street.
I despise this place anymore. I hate the city, I hate the department, and I hate far too many of my coworkers.