I've been off for a week with pneumonia, yes in July, and apparently my kids miss me. While this makes me feel good that someone does, I have yet to convince some of them that I really don't have all the info on everything that goes on in the city.
It's bad enough that my 18 mo old shepherd won't leave my side even go outside to the bathroom unless I escort him, but these are officers with phones, tv, internet etc. I mean c'mon people, calling me while I'm running a fever of 102 to find out who was the latest officer involved in a wreck? You can call dispatch as easily as I can.
Ok, ok I know they are used to getting their info from me, even when I'm not working their side of town. I get laptop messages all the time asking what is officer so and so's badge number, what is this officer's days off etc. No biggie, they trust me, we have some newer less experienced dispatchers working our "service" channel, I get it.
I did finally drag myself out of bed Monday night to hang out with a couple of the boys. At first I heard the how are you doings, wondering where you've been, missed you kinda stuff. Then 30 seconds later it starts..."so, I have a question for you".
Yesterday it was a text message "did you hear about the 2 officers sent to the hospital, one possibly with a broken jaw and concussion? Do you know who it is, can you find out?" I called in to dispatch, got the info, text back, another happy customer.
I'm not sure if I should start logging in at work as Encyclopedia Brittanica, Dear Abby or Mom.
And I wonder why I'm single!
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