True Detective Stories

I have never been a big fan of the daywork shift. Going to bed at 9am is awful, waking up at 5:30am is even more awful, and while the day shift is usually somewhat less chaotic, it’s still rather busy.

Having said that, the overnight shift had a handful of amazing, hard-working detectives, mixed with a handful of absolute bums. Take this morning for instance. As I walked into the building – half hour early, as usual – there was a report waiting on my desk. One of the decent detectives yelled, “Oh, there’s a guy who’s downstairs who claims he lost his gun. He’s waiting to be interviewed.”

Naturally, I assumed the report was just filed, and we had time to scan the report and take the interview. After getting myself settled, I looked at the report and lost my damned mind. The report was taken at 5:30am

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True Detective Stories

Obviously, I understand many of these True Detective Stories are little more than bitch-fests. That said, this is the bitchiest bitch-fest I have ever written since I started blogging in 2005.

(2005? Holy crap, I’ve wasted sixteen years of my life!)

After two glorious days off, I returned to work Thursday afternoon ready to roll up my sleeves and put in the usual twenty unassigned jobs my coworkers left me. The good news is there were not twenty unassigned jobs in the queue, there were sixty-one.

SIXTY. ONE.

After seeing the list, I stood up and walked downstairs, went out the door, and walked around the building before I literally murdered someone. I came back, notified my supervisor, and started entering the jobs. So I was looking at sixty-one jobs, plus the current jobs which were coming in. I worked from 3pm to 9pm, only stopping to use the bathroom and a very quick scarfing of my salad…

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True Detective Stories

The photo above is a good representation of what I walked into last night. During my two days off, my substitutes did quite literally nothing, and left me with nineteen unassigned jobs. Every one had to be assigned and entered, which took up the first two and a half hours of the tour.

By the time I was finished the old jobs, I had another pile of live jobs, which also had to be assigned and entered. The first three jobs were a commercial burglary, an overdose, and a gun arrest. Since our supervisors let everyone take off for any reason, we only had four detectives on the floor… during a hot night… on a Friday. It took me until 7pm – half my tour – to finally catch up with everything.

My roundabout point here is this: the manpower in this department is a disgrace. The Defund the Police movement is real, and it has real repercussions. The jobs continue coming in, and we don’t have nearly enough detectives to handle all the cases. So the cops end up sitting in the lobby until someone is available, which means there are less detectives and less patrol officers.

The worst part is we aren’t even at the summer vacation periods yet. When June hits, we’ll be making do with two detectives a tour instead of four. The city refuses to hire new officers, the department refuses to promote more detectives, and when the workload becomes too strained, we have to pass jobs to the next shift.

Now, don’t get me wrong; I think blue cities absolutely deserve this. This is what they wanted, so I will shed no tears. I do, however, wonder when the train will come down this city’s tracks, striking all the people who wanted a lawless town. I doubt they’ll see the light coming.

1,259 days.

True Detective Stories

This took me a few days to post because I have been very angry since Friday morning, and it’s been seething underneath for a while now.

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…

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