You may remember a story I told about the brand new c-word officer from the 666th District. She was the one, after being on the job for thirteen months, claimed she knew more about policing that I did. She was also the one who proudly claimed she was “a professional.” As if she was an assassin like Léon.
This twat walked into the division Tuesday morning, and – hilariously – was unable to open the door. She forgot the code, and instead of asking me, she called the 666th District to ask what the code was.
“Professional.”
She eventually figured out how to open the door, and dropped a report on my desk. I was on the phone, so I asked what kind of report she was dropping off. What happened next made me want to run her over with my car.
“Read it,” she said, before turning around and slamming the door as hard as she could.
“Professional.”
When I was first promoted, one of my coworkers said something truly profound after a male cop came in and started talking shit. He turned to the cop and said, “You know, you’re going to need us a lot more than we’re going to need you.” After a few weeks of giving him awful detectives, the cop stopped being an a-hole.
I doubt this bitch will learn that lesson, but the next 638 days will not be kind to her. Her arrests – not that she has made any – will go to Diego the Idiot Detective. If Diego is not in that day, she will get the next worst detective, and so on.
Want to be a bitch? Fine. Good luck with that.