I started my week’s first night shift Tuesday. Night shift is great because I get to sleep later, but it also sucks ass because all the jackass cops bring in gun arrests. Thanks to our POS Soros-installed D.A., a job which would take an hour, now takes four hours-plus.
On the first night, we handled four gun arrests and I had five detectives. When the fifth job came in, I told the cop that it would be the next shift. The cop said, “That’s two hours form now!” I replied, “Yeah. Everyone had a gun arrest, and I can’t give you people I don’t have.”
The rest of the week was similar, but Friday took the cake. A police officer in the river district called the division at 7pm and said he was assaulted by an offender. He said he would be coming to the division and he would be bringing the paperwork with him. Okay, no worries. We’ll handle it when he gets here.
Shortly afterward, we got crazy busy, and I forgot all about the moron who was assaulted.
The officer finally arrived at 9:45pm, nearly three hours after he called. He drops the paperwork on my desk, and I ask, “What is this?” He tells me he was the one who was assaulted, and I replied, “That was like three hours ago. Where have you been?” The jackass said, “I was writing my paperwork.”