For some of you on this board that knew me, I’ve kind of kept you up on what it was like being a police officer. I’ve had some good times and some bad, but now it’ll be over as of the end of this month.
I have done much soul-searching and looking at myself in the mirror over the past six months. I didn’t mind the low pay and the odd hours so much as working with several people that I felt, IMHO, shouldn’t be wearing a badge, making life and death decisions that affected fellow cops and the general public. One was virtually night blind, a few more were in such bad physical shape (overweight, couldn’t run, failed self-defense classes) I called attention to that and was ignored.
I saw some of my fellow cops ride the workmens compensation gravy train because of some made-up, bullshit injuries and ailments. They got put on light duties (read: M-F, weekends/holidays off, filing papers) while the rest of us pulled their slack. I called attention to that and ran up against entrenched civil service laws that protected people like this. I didn’t think that was right, voiced my opinion, and fell afoul of the clique that felt we should always protect our brothers and sisters in blue, whether right or wrong.
I called attention to abuses of using police authority for private gain. By now, it was like I didn’t even exist. I had support of the majority of my fellow officers that tried to keep on an honest keel, but the guys I have been referring to have a lot more civil service seniority that I have, so nothing happened.
The bottom line was my last performance evaluation that gave me an equal rating with some of these same people, even though two of them weren’t even active patrolmen.
I keep myself in good shape, even working up to training for my first triathlon this fall. Apparently this is not really a factor in this department. Tenure in civil service system is. :rolleyes:
I’m not bitter, I still believe that there are a lot of good cops out there doing what we are supposed to do–“Protect And Serve”. They will be always in my thoughts and prayers. The ones that I have mentioned above have nothing but my utter contempt for violating the trust of the people that star symbolizes.
Bottom line was that I thought about my family. I want to coach T-ball and Little League for my sons and be there for the parent-teacher meetings and other activities. I didn’t want to sleep the weekend morning away coming off the third watch anymore. I want to watch cartoons with my kids and teach them how to make chocolate chip pancakes. I feel bad because I loved, and didn’t mind the sacrifices I made as a police officer until now. I feel a lot of sadness over what I am choosing to do, personally, but my family has to come first. Deep down, I think what I’m doing is right.
I was offered a great job in the private sector doing something that was not police-related in any way-- information systems management. I pocketed a few job skills for a rainy day while I was still in the military. I had the qualifications, loved the benefits and performance bonus packages, career enhancement programs and pay, and I looked longingly at the Mon-Fri daytime schedule with weekends and holidays off. I have to wear a shirt and tie everyday, but it beats strapping on Kevlar body armor, including the shock/trauma plates.
I turn in my badge in a few weeks. A part of me will always be a police officer, but it’s time to move on. I’ll miss the adrenalin rush of a real good call and the camraderie with honest, hard-working police officers that you will never find anywhere else due to the nature and experiences, trials and hardships that we faced together.
On 3 Aug, I am 10-98 (Completed Last Assignment) for the final time.