tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5504749543195989602024-03-14T03:00:19.792-04:00The real life (mis)adventures of Shamus ShacklefordThe real story of a late-30-something cop who is towards the end of a career in Law Enforcement, and in the middle of a possible mid-life crisis.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12297548168367364291noreply@blogger.comBlogger27125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-550474954319598960.post-85795575671971590582015-11-17T05:25:00.000-05:002015-11-17T05:25:18.450-05:00Where I'm at....... Well, I have been a busy boy! <br />
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In August, I put in a transfer to the permanent midnight platoon, and was granted the move. <br />
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Shortly thereafter, I was selected to attend D.A.R.E. Instructor school, which is an intense two week, dormitory style, course with training lasting almost 16 hours a day. We would have 8 hrs of classroom, followed by group sessions and meetings, and 4 hours of homework a night. It was the most intensive, yet rewarding, training I have ever experienced. I graduated with a new respect for the program, and community policing as a whole. <br />
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When I came back to my department, I was talking to my "new" Lieutenant about my experience, and shared with him my desire for the department to reinstate the program in the schools (it was removed from the public schools about 14 years ago). He encouraged me to write a proposal for a pilot program and send it to the Chief. Which I did. Now, I'm waiting to see if there is any feedback from his office.<br />
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I also recently met with the chief in reference to the promotions. He confirmed my suspicion that I was, indeed, "skipped". He used the "incident" that sparked this whole blog as his reason for the denial of promotion. He stated that while my discretion was not a "hanging offense", and that I have been "punished" long enough, he could not promote me on this cycle. He encouraged me to study, and sit for the test again this cycle, which I am doing.<br />
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Now, I have very mixed feelings about this meeting, and conversation. First, I am perhaps, honored (?) that he would reach out to me and explain his reasons to me. HOWEVER, it also made me feel that I am not valued as an officer, just regarded as a "uniform" and a badge number. It makes me feel like he looks upon me based on my reputation and personnel file, not my potential as an officer, or a leader. I also feel that I am stagnated in my career, and have no possibility of growth and improvement. In the meeting, I came away with some feelings of self doubt, and that I am not trusted to make the appropriate decisions as a leader. <br />
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Well.......I still decided to take the test again, and go through the promotional process. I have 3 years until I am eligible for retirement. This will probably be my last attempt at promotion. I don't know if I want to continue to pursue promotion if I don't get selected this cycle. Not out of feelings of "butt-hurt", but practicability. I don't know if I want to stay beyond my 20 year mark. To go through the process with less than a year left is impracticable, and not smart planing.<br />
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With three years left, I am starting to weigh some possible career choices, and see what I need to do prior to retiring.<br />
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Well, That brings us up to speed.<br />
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<u style="font-weight: bold;">DISCLAIMER: </u> I wrote this post, but forgot to hit "submit", a few months ago, on 09-15-15. I feel that what I wrote still needs to be said, so I am now posting it. The national climate has not changed much since it was written, but in the light of recent world events, I feel it is more important now than ever to support your first-responders and military. We are the front line protectors of our way of life, and hold the security and safety of our communities close in our hearts and minds. Please don't think of us as "just a faceless uniform, we are your friends, family, and neighbors. We do this job because we genuinely care. In my 17 years behind the badge, I have met very few officers, Firefighters, and Emergency Medical personnel who haven't. The ones who get involved for selfish reasons don't last long in this job, and are quickly "weeded out".</div>
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Enough is enough already! We, police officers, have become target practice for the bad guys, and we, as officers, have become more concerned with being publicly scrutinized by the anti-police rhetoric to be effective in our jobs, or even surviving our shift in some cases.
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I feel like the community as a whole has abandoned us, and left us out twisting in the wind. Those in the silent majority that do support us, please, the time has come to silence the resounding thunderous voices of desertion and anarchy.
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Those who wanted to know why the Police have become "militarized" have NOT been paying attention. National threats on our lives, and safety, are becoming more real every day. Threats both foreign, and domestic, are impacting our way of life, freedom, and safety in violent and dangerous ways. I, and my fellow brothers and sisters in "blue",should not be worried about catching a round to the back while pumping gas into our cruisers by some idiot coward with a gun. We have lost 9 officers in a week nationwide. How am I supposed to suit up for work and be truly effective with the thought of windowing my wife, and leaving my son without a father? These are not faceless, nameless, uniforms being slaughtered, they are PEOPLE with FAMILIES!
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Well, I didn't get the call, and when I woke up this morning, the promotion list was emailed out.
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I didn't make the list....this time.
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So. Back to the books. I'm going to order the new edition of the textbook this weekend, and go get the rest of the study materials together over the next few days.
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I'm disappointed. I'm a little bummed. But, I can't let this keep me down. I'm going to keep going.
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Well. I had my Chief's interview for Sergeant this afternoon.
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I was nervous as hell. I had that feeling in the pit of my stomach where I was on the verge of puking my guts out.
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I guess I was visibly nervous, because the first thing the Chief said to me was to relax, and that we're just two dudes talking.
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So, with this step, it brings me one step closer to my goal of making Sergeant. I never would have thought I'd come this far in the process. It's been a long almost two years. I was able to attend some great training due to being on the list, and if I get passed over, I still have that experience.
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There is still a ways to go. Hopefully I'll find out soon weather or not I get selected for promotion. If I don't, the testing process starts over again this fall. So it will be back to the books I go!<br />
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I love this picture. To me, it is what policing is. Making connections, meeting people, helping people. In my internal dialogue, the officer is having a snack, or a drink with the young run-away, and will eventually take him back home after a little chat. The officer is genuine, and cares about his job, and the safety of the young boy, but takes the time to listen to him, and his problems.</div>
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When I started as a young rookie back in '98, times were different. We were post Rodney King, but pre 9-11. It was the beginning of "Community Policing". The job shifted from a stricter enforcement role to a problem oriented role. Cops went to community meetings, listened to the concerns, and tailored the enforcement activities to help curb the quality of life issues in the communities. It wasn't perfect. It wasn't always ideal, and didn't always work, but it was what we did. There was a true connection with the communities we served, and the officers who worked the beat.</div>
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As the years passed, and after the attacks on Sept 11, 01, we moved farther away from community policing, and in my opinion, policing in general. We became the people to call for anything and everything. As technology made the world smaller, the distance between neighbors grew larger. Instead of going next door and talking to your neighbor if you had a problem, just call 911. Neighbor blows leaves in your yard? 911. Kids throwing snowballs? 911. Party too loud next door? 911. Dog barking? 911. Power out? Power company, right? Nope. 911!</div>
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Recently, I had a call for a neighbor dispute in one of the more "affluent" neighborhoods I patrol. The background was that these neighbors have been fighting for 15 years. The things they fight over? Leaves. They live across the street from each other, and one old dude blows his leaves into the street and over to the other old dude's curb. We're not talking all the leaves. We're talking the little bit of leftovers after the yard work is done, and the stragglers are left behind. So, I try to talk to the "victim" and see if he wanted me to talk to the "suspect" and see if he would agree to help sweep up the debris. NOPE. He wanted none of that. So, I try to get the "victim" to agree to go to mediation with the "suspect" over these leaves. NOPE! He wont have that either. He just "wanted us to know" that he planned on suing the other old dude. Yup. This guy wanted to call 911, an emergency number, to tell the police, an emergency service, that he was going to handle a non issue civilly, in civil court. </div>
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We have also taken less of a law enforcement or community policing role, and more of a consultation, problem solving, feel good role within the community. As people become more reliable on the 911 system, the medics have become people's primary medical care, and the police have become, for lack of a better analogy, another set of parents, to help with life's "little problems".</div>
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All of this is happening as the role of the modern day police officer is made to be the villain, and is hated by the public we serve. We are viewed as the boogieman, Parents teach their children to fear us rather than to run to us for help. Officers are accused of being racist in our motives and accused of unequally enforcing the laws by the media, and the focus is on corruption and misuse of power, because That's what sells. The focus has become, "If it bleeds, it leads" in the news. We are guilty until proven innocent, recorded, and edited to fill an agenda. We are made to feel powerless in the court of public opinion. We are constantly berated with slogans of "Hands up! Don't shoot!", "______ lives matter!", and told we need "softer uniforms". In recent years I have been spat on, my car defaced, cursed out, and given the "one finger salute" just for showing up to do my job.</div>
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As a kid, being a cop was my dream. Man, I thought it was going to be full of excitement and adventure. I had aspirations of being influential in my community, and making a difference. I thought I'd be locking up the bad guy, getting in car chases, solving crimes. In the beginning, there was a lot of that. I had a great time, learned a lot. But, times change, the mission changes, the job changes. We still have fun, and go after the bad guys. But, I find myself helping a lot of people with a lot of "non police" issues along the way. Some are genuine, and people do need help, but a lot are not. In my agency, if you dial 9-1-1, and ask for the police, you get an officer. Regardless of what it's for. People tend to abuse it. It clogs an already overworked system, and delays response to other calls for service that we should be going to.</div>
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I've been battling some depression lately. I have been for years, off and on, so it's really nothing new. If you haven't read my story on Police Suicide, I recommend you give it a read. It's dark, but important. Depression is a life long battle, and I've come to discover, fairly common. Especially for guys like me.<br />
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PTSD and the question of the effects of military and emergency service has on mental health has been in the news for returning military personnel, cops, fire department personnel, and veterans lately. <br />
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Unfortunately, I have also seen this, and other "popular" diagnoses slapped on just about anyone in the general population that has ever been exposed to anything that they deem as traumatic. While I believe that a lot of the cases are valid, in one way or another, I also question the nonchalant way they slap "depression" on anyone who is sad, or "PTSD" for any accident or trauma victim. With this feeling, I start to wonder if MY issues are valid. Is what I've been through enough to warrant, or justify, how I feel?<br />
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I have always had a little dark spot in my life. I used to just express it with anger. It was the only emotion I really knew how to show. As a kid, I had a temper. Still do. But as I got older, and started to experience life and death, I started to experience different feelings. I would feel guilt for the lives I couldn't save back when I was an EMT. I would have nightmares, and dream about the calls I went on. This would continue on when I became a Police Officer. I would dream about weapon failure, being unable to scream out proper verbal commands in times of stress, and I would dream about the "no-win" scenarios.<br />
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Eventually I would seek help. It DID help, for a while. As I start to write this, I am actually sitting in my therapists' parking lot, waiting to be seen. One of the main problems with mental health is that it's always changing. Something that may bother me today, may not have even hit my radar any other day. Even with regular and consistent therapy, and taking my meds, things hit me from the side, and knock me off track. <br />
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If you take the time to look around you, there are a lot of workers in Emergency Services that fight this battle. I share this stuff not for a cry for attention, or a cry for help (anymore), but so that it's out there, and hopefully it gets talked about. There are a LOT of people like me out here. We are wearing a badge, serving our public. We are your Police, Fire, Emergency Medical personnel, the Dispatchers behind the scenes, and the people that run towards danger, as others run from it.<br />
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You're not alone either.<br />
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I had the chance to see Bobby Smith talk a few years back. If you ever get the opportunity to see him speak, GO! His story can be found at www.visionsofcourage.com/ . Pony up a few bucks, and buy the man's book. He is an excellent guy. GREAT speaker, and a survivor.<br />
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If you, or someone you know, is struggling with depression, or are in a dark place, talk. Sometimes that's all you need.<br />
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I'm not affiliated with any of these sites in any way, but I feel the need to share some information with you. You never know when you, or your partner might need to reach out for help.<br />
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I have read Cop Shock, and Bobby Smith's book. Both excellent reads.<br />
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First thing I've learned is that training new officers is way different than just doing the job. I had decided to take more of "coaching" role as a trainer, because that was the method that I learned better from when I was a trainee. Taking this type of role, I believe, has allowed the trainees to be more relaxed, and not so afraid to make mistakes. This has also allowed me to form a better relationship of trust with the trainees while they are learning. It has also allowed me to be more candid in my assessment and critique of their performance. </div>
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Recently, I was asked what I do if I have to poop while on duty, considering all the stuff I have to wear while in patrol. At first, I thought it was a funny question, and said, "I just go, man." Then it hit me. They were wondering what the hell I did with the gear. After I was asked by a kid when I was washing my hands after eating a gourmet breakfast of Chick-fil-A (love that place!) the other morning, it got me thinking. This must be a thing!</div>
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As you see above, my favorite is the baby changing table, if they have one in the larger, sometimes marked Handicapped stall, which is my first choice of stall. And, yes, that is really my rig. It is within reach, and up off the floor. If the stall doesn't have one of those changing tables, I loop and hook the belt around the grab handle in the stall. This is my preferred method for securing the belt. </div>
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At some of the fire stations, and at the police station, the stalls have a hook on the back of the door. I use that hook to hang the belt from the hole in the hook side of the belt. See that hole there?</div>
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If it is a private bathroom, I put it in the sink, making sure it's not one of those automatic faucets. And as my last resort.....I just loop it closed and place it on the floor in front of me.</div>
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Well, there is a pair for the front, and a pair for the back. I unhook the back from my socks, pull them around my chest, and hook them together in front. keeps my shirt tail from hanging in the toilet.<br />
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Well, the back one gets shoved between the back panel, and my t-shirt, to keep it from dangling. And <i>trust me</i>...you do NOT want that dangling.<br />
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After the job is done, suit up like normal, and there you have it. Now, for #1, I'm a dude, so it's business as usual, if you catch my meaning.....</div>
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So, there you have it. A little light-hearted post on a Friday, to answer a question I've been asked a few times by friends......and complete strangers.</div>
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If you have a question about how we take care of day-to day activities that you are curious about, respond in the comment section below. I'll answer it in the comments section. If it has an answer that is post worthy, I'll do a post on it.</div>
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Stay safe out there, and enjoy your weekend, when ever it may be......</div>
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You see, that little black band represents the fallen officer. The ones that never came home at the end of the day. It represents sacrifice, loss, and sadness. It stands for an empty seat at the dinner table, a missing brother, sister, son, daughter, mother, or father. The loss is felt by many. All that emotion, that loss, that sacrifice, represented by a little black elastic band placed around a shiny badge. </div>
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The badge feels much heavier when the band is fixed around it. The symbolism that it holds is emotional and heavy. When you wear a badge that has the band on your uniform, it is a constant reminder every time you see it that life is fragile. That you might not make it home at the end of the shift. </div>
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We have almost become numb, as a society, to the loss and sacrifice of our emergency workers.<br />
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in stories their identity is even known, or mentioned, is if it moves the story along, and adds conflict in the heroes heart and mind. I can see this happening in real life, as news reports tell stories of "an officer", or "soldiers" who were hurt or killed in the line of duty. If you are lucky, the local news MIGHT run the story identifying the unsung hero and his sacrifice. </div>
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It just so happens to be Police Week this week. Tonight, Wednesday 05-13-15, is the candle light vigil at the memorial. Now, admittingly, I won't be there. One year I hope to attend. This ceremony marks the addition of the names of the fallen officers from 2014 to the memorial wall in D.C.</div>
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On the walls, there are 4 inscriptions. Each of them are inscribed on the four ends of the two long walls containing the names of fallen officers. The inscriptions are on a panel underneath a lion.<br />
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These quotes serve to remind us of sacrifice. Of sons and daughters turned into heroes as they make the career choice to serve their public, and don a uniform, pin on a badge, strap on a gun, and enter the profession of law enforcement. <br />
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Every day I put my uniform on, I know, buried deep down and shoved away in the corners of my mind, that I might not come home. When you have that black band on, it comes to the front of your mind. This year, I think it's been a little closer to home, as one of our officers in my department was almost a statistic. A name on the wall, and a reason to wear the band.<br />
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In John 15 when asked what the greatest commandment was, Jesus replied that the greatest commandment was to love your neighbor. In John 15:13, Jesus states, "Greater love has no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends".<br />
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Man, what a week. I don't want to get too political on here, or add to the noise that is swarming on and on about the situation in Baltimore, but, I would feel remiss if I didn't say anything.<br />
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Those are the facts. ALL of the reported facts. Everything else is window dressing, and speculation provided by the media, special interest groups, and political figure heads.<br />
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As a result of a heated political and sociological climate, the citizens of Baltimore have rallied and had multiple protests. While most are peaceful, certain individuals have taken it upon themselves to use the opportunity to spark violence, and civil unrest (read "RIOT").<br />
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I'm not the one to speak on lessons learned from the police response to the riot. That will be studied by department heads across the nation in the coming months.<br />
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1) There were 6 officers involved. I know it's gotten cliche' but, "if you see something, say something" doesn't just apply to citizens calling us for terror tips. We should communicate among each other during difficult arrests, and all calls for service. If one or two of the officers saw something critical that the others didn't see, that needs to be communicated.<br />
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I'm not sure if someone in the group was grossly negligent, and if someone else saw something, and kept silent. I'm hoping that it was just a freak occurrence that happened to end in tragedy. But, if something could have been done, and it was up to you, can you look at yourself in the mirror knowing that you did not have the courage to stop it?<br />
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Again, I don't want this to be an article of assumption, but rather an article of reflection. Are we, you, am I, doing everything we can to make sure that those entrusted in your custody are protected? Are we making sure that our integrity is in check, and we are doing the right thing?<br />
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">We were talking about the age differences in our line of work, and how a lot of the rookies coming out are in their EARLY 20's, while I am knocking on 40, and towards the tail end of my career. You see, I used to be one of those young guys. One of the really young guys. I started a month after my 22nd birthday. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">A bit of advice I had gotten when I was young, was to watch the old timers, and do what they did. Now, in theory, this seems like good advice. However, in practice, it wasn't so good. The older guys that I watched were all miserable, disgruntled, cinical older guys. Well. Watching those guys, and trying to do what they did, and being around all that negativity took a young officer, and made him a young, cinical, disgruntled officer. I wasn't happy, I started taking short cuts, I was always focused on what I didn't have, instead of the positives, and what I did. Within my first five years, I had been to Internal Affairs so much that I was on a first name basis with the union lawyer. I was miserable. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Looking back, I think that this is part of what lead me down the path where I had contemplated suicide. (If you haven't yet, read the police suicide tab up top, it tells the story) It has taken me a lot of time since to figure out who I am, what I want, and where I want to go. I wish I could have that time back, and do my rookie years over again. I would have followed the advice I gave this young officer a couple days ago, while I was leaning on the hood of my car. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">I told this kid that I find it refreshing that these young kids are coming out of the academy excited, and full of piss and vinegar. I told him that he should turn to the older guys for advice and guidance, HOWEVER, not to get sucked in by the negativity. To seek out the senior guys that seem to be content, and happy with their job. The guys that seem to be squared away. I also told him to make sure he keeps connections with the other younger guys, and to try to stay excited about the job. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">He was asking me if I thought it was bad that he was feeling like he got into a rut last week, after only having a few months of "street time". Here are my thoughts on that. It is perfectly fine to get discouraged and get into a rut. Even when you are still new. However, it is NOT ok to stay there. That's when you should talk to someone. You need to evaluate why you are feeling like you are in a rut. Is it that you have been to the same house three times that week? Because that happens. And it gets frustrating every time you go back, and tell people the same thing as the last. But, one day it will either sink in, or it just won't bother you any more. Or, is it that you are feeling overwhelmed? Because that happens too. And when it does, it's ok to ask for help. It is a priority that you get out of the rut. Find a way, get some help, talk to someone. The good senior guys will be there to help you out of the rut. The miserable older guys will make it easy to stay there. Misery loves company. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">It's too bad I have learned this so late in my career. I wish I could go back. I made a promise to myself that I would be the senior guy who encourages, instead of discourages. That is one of the main reasons I decided to push to get into FTO school.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">You know, funny thing about the hood. It is the setting of a lot of joking around, and funny stories. It's also the setting of heartache, pain, anguish, dispair. The same hood that you lean against to tell stories, is the same hood you might have to tell someone their loved one has died, or that you are taking their freedom away. It's also the same hood that catches the palms of bad guys, or the contraband you pull from their pockets during an arrest. It's also the same hood that have caught tears. Tears of laughter, tears of sadness, tears of pain. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">It's been a table. A table where I've shared a pizza, or a meal with my side partners. A table where I've filled out paperwork, or a table that I plotted a course out on a map. </span></div>
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I don't want to toot my own horn, here (see what I did there?), but I added a new little reminder above good ol' Barney over there.<br />
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Be sure to check the "Stories" tab from time to time. That's where I'm going to do smaller posts, funny things, and jokes. I added a couple this week, so, check them out.<br />
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I'm still playing with the format and having fun with this, so this is how I'm going to do it for now. If it becomes too hard to separate the two, I might kill the tab, but I wanted the "Posts" to be more serious, and a "behind the badge" (curtain) look at cop life.<br />
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We couldn't do our job without you and your thankless dedication. I can only imagine how hard it is to sit on the other end of the mic when those you care about go running off in the distance towards unknown threats, or hearing the small whimpers of a victim on the other end of the phone crying for help, knowing that there is nothing you can immediately do to help, but still have to offer calming and encouraging words.<br />
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Back in November 2013, while enjoying a nice quiet Sunday morning, on a day 6 (last day of shift) before going on vacation, I was just minding my own business, then my life changed with the crack of the radio. <br />
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Funny thing about this job. You can be sitting in your car, drinking a coffee one minute, in the middle of a shit storm the next.<br />
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Well, we get a call for a violent domestic, involving a knife, in this condo complex down the road. I go screaming down the road, lights and sirens, to the call. The other officer gets there first, but not by much. I go running into the first floor landing, and I can hear a lot of yelling and screaming on the other side of the door. <br />
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So, anyway, I go to open the door, and it's locked. I still hear yelling and screaming, i bang on the door. No answer. I still hear yelling and screaming. All this is over SECONDS. Well, what's next? You got it. I draw my weapon, step back, and throw up a leg to kick the door. BAM! goes the door, POP! goes something in my leg. I look at the door, still closed. I then feel this shooting pain in my leg, like I was shot, of bitten by a dog, or something.<br />
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Finally, the door opens. A younger girl opens the door, points inside, and says, "In there". I go running in, and see two of my side-partners putting a subject in handcuffs, there is a lot of yelling between the subject and his mother. I see that everyone is safe, then.............I start to feel it. My leg.<br />
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On my way out the condo, I look at the door. Idiot! Solid core, steel lined door, on a metal frame, AKA:Fire door. I wasn't gonna win against that sucker. <br />
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As I drove to the hospital, and the adrenaline started to flush out, my leg started to really hurt. Bad. By the time I got to the exit that the hospital was off of, I had trouble putting weight on the brake pedal. I was using the bum leg for the gas, and my left for the brake. I usually drive a manual transmission car off-duty, so when I hit the brake with the left foot, my brain thinks I'm hitting the clutch. Not real smooth at all.<br />
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So, Loooong story about healing sped up (because this post has gotten out of control). I wore the boot for about seven weeks or so, while icing my leg twice a day by filling a trash can with ice and water, and holding my leg in it for 8-12 minutes. I got to get rid of the boot and start rehab at about week 8. Did rehab for a few weeks, then conditioning for another month or so. I returned to full duty in early to mid March.<br />
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And, just for the record, I don't kick doors anymore. I got myself a Chicago door knocker......<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12297548168367364291noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-550474954319598960.post-79187445687908229662015-04-11T16:30:00.004-04:002015-04-11T16:30:54.291-04:00Subscribers.......To the few of you that have subscribed.....<br />
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First, Thank you. I think it's cool that you want to read this stuff.<br />
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Second, I don't know why it's not working yet. I subscribed to my own blog (LAME!!!), and I don't get the emails either. I have the settings to deliver between 1P-3P EST.<br />
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So, keep checking back, I'll keep writing. If it doesn't work in a week or so, I'm going to disable it, then re-install it. I'll let you know, because I'm sure you'll have to resubscribe.<br />
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ShamusAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12297548168367364291noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-550474954319598960.post-13836367582117040452015-04-10T23:05:00.002-04:002015-04-10T23:05:54.724-04:00Officer Down!!!<div class="mobile-photo">
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Today was one hell of a day. I am working 3p-11p this week, and I woke up this morning to hear on the news that one of the officers in my department had been shot over night. Of course, the cop in me wants to get dressed, rush out the house, and join the manhunt. But that is not how it works in real life.</div>
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I don't know how much people really know about police culture, so I will explain it like this; we are all like siblings. Jealous, childish siblings. We hate when each other get the better toys, and fight over stupid shit. BUT, if you hurt one of us, we will defend and back each other up until the end.</div>
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Being off duty when a big incident like this sucks. You only know what the media puts out there, you don't get any real info until you get back to work. The news just said an officer was shot in the upper body, not in the vest. Officer was in critical condition. Suspect at large.</div>
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I get to work, I finally find out who the officer is. I work in a big department, so I don't really KNOW him, I know OF him. He is a good guy. Has a wife and kids. Good officer. I also find out that he was shot in the neck. He has been in and out of surgery, and consciousness all day. </div>
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I have also had another incident in the back of my mind all night. Last week, while I was on vacation, there was a police involved shooting on my shift, in the post next to mine. My side-partner, and one of my supervisors were involved. They are still out on administrative leave while this is being investigated. It's a clean shoot, so career wise, they will be good to go. But, that's only one part of the equation. They still have to deal with the mental anguish of being involved in this incident. The public scrutiny, in a time where the cops are wrong, and the suspects are right. They also have to deal with the "what if"s.. Damn those "what if"s.</div>
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I know the public sees us as a necessary evil, but the officers I work with are good, hardworking guys and girls. We generally care, and try to do a good job. We took a job that we know may hurt us, or may even KILL us. We know that some people feel it's all "part of the job". </div>
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I leave with this thought. We are all humans. We are all trying to make the community we live and work in a better place to live.</div>
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Keep my co-workers in your thoughts. Pray for my injured officer, as he fights to recover.</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12297548168367364291noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-550474954319598960.post-43293541741049121262015-04-09T02:58:00.000-04:002015-04-09T03:19:29.101-04:00It's the little things.I'm not much for "chasing ribbons" or going on high profile calls, just to show up and be seen, in order to get an accommodation. I also don't seek accolades for what I do from day to day. So, imagine my surprise when I was told by my Lieutenant that I was being put in for officer of the month for my district.<br />
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Now, let me start this off by saying, I've been involved in some sort of emergency services since 1995, when I signed up to volunteer at a volunteer fired department, about a year out of high school. I was trained as an EMT, and a Fire Fighter. I loved it. Riding the Ambo, and the engine, going on calls, doing the work. I was not one of the "cool kids" or the ones that had to be on the nozzle, I just wanted to do the work, and as cheesy as it seemed, I wanted to make a difference. And help people. </div>
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Fast forward about 19 years, and here I am. A Police Corporal, assigned to patrol in the busiest district in the county. If you haven't read the earlier stuff on here, take a chance to read up. It tells a little of the struggle I've had. Long story short, I had been jaded for a while. I was starting to feel like I was just spinning wheels. </div>
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One 3-11 shift, I am filling in a post I don't work often, and enjoying the change of scenery. The end of shift rolls around, and we get a call for shots fired. This type of call is not uncommon, and is usually someone playing with fireworks, or if it's in season, it's hunters in the area. Well, another officer and I go rolling towards this call, like its a routine shots fired, and then we get updated that a dude was just shot in the face, and a description was broadcast of the shooter. For reasons I'm sure you can figure out, I'm not going to go into too much detail here. But needless to say this call turns into a soup sandwich pretty quick. We get there, it's a hectic scene, it's me, one other patrol guy, and a plain clothes officer. Dude is in a bad way, we have family screaming for help, I glove up, find no pulse, and start chest compressions until the Ambo gets there. We had a dozen witnesses, I'm calling for the chopper, crime lab, k-9, basically the world, and giving direction as to where the bad guy had run off to. Well based on info I gathered, and put on the air, we got the guy. Good ending. My supervisors were happy, I felt proud I did a good job. We go home. </div>
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This time I'm working 7-3 shift. It's about 1000 hrs and we get some cluster of a call where the caller doesn't know what's going on, but all we know is there is a dude hurtin pretty bad, and he somehow got himself stabbed. I'm the first car there, lady comes running out, screaming, and leads me into this small kitchen where a dude is laying on the floor, covered in blood. The whole scene is a mess, blood everywhere. I glove up, feel for a pulse, find a faint, thready pulse. I start chest compressions until the Ambo gets there. While doing compressions, I manage to get some info on the bad guy and the situation. I turn the dude over to the medics, and start doing cop work. Long story short (again), I get the bad guy identified, get BOLOs out and we get him, and those involved. My supervisors are happy, I feel proud of a good job. We go home. </div>
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Both these scenes were extremely chaotic, fast paced, and fluid. A lot of things going on all at once. I'm not saying that I'm perfect, and did everything right, but in both cases I was able to revert to my training and experience to get the job done, with somewhat happy results. Now, unfortunately, both victims died. There wasn't anything that would have changed that. But my platoon worked together as a team, and I had the support from my sergeant to do my job. </div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12297548168367364291noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-550474954319598960.post-19740649574562860792015-04-09T00:00:00.000-04:002015-04-09T00:00:22.189-04:00What I've been up to.As time goes by...where the hell have YOU been?!?<br />
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Well, it's been over a year and a half since I've written, so let me catch y'all up to speed.<br />
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I originally stopped writing because I was deep in study for taking the sergeant exams. Well......... I passed. Since then there have been a couple rounds of promotions, and I am sitting about #12 on the list.<br />
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One of the cool things about taking the exam, and qualifying for promotion was that this time, I was invited to sit in the first line supervisors training class. I learned a lot, and was really impressed in the training.<br />
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A few other things I have done lately was attend Crisis Intervention Team (CIT) training. This training helps teach officers how to deal with people who are in emotional, or mental crisis. This was an excellent course, and if anyone ever gets the chance to attend this type of training, I HIGHLY recommend you go. The course dealt with brain injuries, mental disorders, substance abuse, dual diagnosis, PTSD, and homelessness.<br />
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I was also selected to go to Field Training Officer (FTO) school. After completion, I am now a certified FTO. Which means I will be training the "Rookies" when they graduate the Police Academy, but before they get "cut loose" to ride on their own. My department runs single officer patrol cars, which puts one cop in each beat, or post. So, we need to get these "kids" ready to respond solo to calls for service before they are cleared as officers.<br />
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So, what does this mean to you, the reader? Well, there are going to be opportunities to share some new stories. So, keep checking back.<br />
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Well, other than a few other events, this brings y'all up to speed on what ol' Shamus has been up to. Keep comin' back and checking in, I'll try to write more often.<br />
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Oh, before I sign off...... I was selected as Officer of the month in my district for October 2014. I guess I impressed some folks with my work, and I was truly honored to be chosen. I'll tell that story at another time. It will be a main post, not in the stories section. I may work on that over the next few days, and post it up next....<br />
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Well, 'till next time, Shamus, signing off.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12297548168367364291noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-550474954319598960.post-55933426932783274472013-09-17T01:09:00.000-04:002013-09-17T01:09:10.601-04:00Student Questionnaire. Man, it's been a while, huh? No excuses, just haven't had much time, and nothing much to say. But I have something now, and who knows, maybe I'll have some more for y'all soon. <br />
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Ole' Shamus will keep tryin' to get on here, but like police work, things get away from ya pretty quick. <br />
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Well, I was recently sent a questionnaire from a student who wanted to ask a few questions about my job. Below are the questions and my answers....<br />
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-I am a Police Corporal in a County Police Department.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I am assigned to Patrol.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>My daily duties include answering a
variety of calls for service, conducting periodic checks of businesses and
neighborhoods, traffic enforcement and investigating crimes and complaints that
come through the communications center.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>I also handle follow up investigations from those calls and complaints
that do not fit the criteria to be investigated by the detective units.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>To use the old cliché, “to protect and
serve” is actually what we do in patrol.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>We are the first contact between the community and the department, and
even the county government.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>In my state, we are considered to be a large metropolitan department, and have
approximately 600 sworn officers, including patrol and specialized assignments.</div>
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Officer.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I do enjoy my job.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I enjoy the feeling that I make a
difference in a small or large way in people’s lives.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>So, instead of “liking” my job, I find it fulfilling.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The potential to make a difference and
improve a situation we are responding to is great.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Whether it is locking up the “bad guy”, or helping an
elderly motorist change a tire and get home, we have the potential to impact
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encounter who are appreciative of what we try to do for them.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I also enjoy the camaraderie of the
officers on my shift, and the people I work with.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I also like the excitement of the job, and that every day
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-Politics.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The
politics of the department and the county government are brutal.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I hate politics, and they are in
everything.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Duty assignments,
equipment, where you work, and with whom.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>The politics aren’t always official.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They often come in the form of cliques.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The old saying, “It’s not what you
know, but who you know” is prevalent in department politics.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>There is a slang term in Police work,
where you “follow a Rabbi”.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It
refers to becoming close with a supervisor who is on a “fast tract” or rapid promotion,
who will take you with them to either specialized duty assignments, or coveted
Units within the department.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This
is also where the term, “the Good ole boy network” comes from.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This mentality and practice kills
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make, or how many tickets you write.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
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time jobs you can get.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Others yet,
define it as the specialized units they work in, or the rank they obtain.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I define success as whether or not you
have that sense of fulfillment.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It
has taken me 15 years to change my definition of what I consider to be
“success”.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But it is how I view it
now.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It isn’t the money, or the
numbers, or the special assignments.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
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service I could for each particular situation or call I responded to that gives
me the feeling of success.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>For me
to be successful, and for a lot of us out here, at least in patrol, it is doing
our job the best we can.</div>
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Diploma.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>A few will accept a GED,
but not many.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>More Departments now
require some college, whether it be a number of credits or an AA.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Federal agencies require a BS or a BA,
and prior law enforcement experience.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>My department requires a High School Degree.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>To be Police, however, you also need a clean record free of
arrests, and a “good” driving history.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>After a series of tests and evaluations prior to employment, you are
graded with the other applicants, and selections are made to enter the
academy.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>In my department you are
paid while in the 26 week training academy.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The academy covers constitutional and criminal laws, state
laws, county codes, and procedures of the department. Recruit officers are
trained how to shoot, drive, and how to effect arrests.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They receive medical training, and
other skills needed to effectively carry out their daily tasks.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>After the recruits graduate, they
participate in a period of time in field training.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They will ride with several training officers, or senior officers,
and learn how to apply those new acquired skills in the “real world”.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>While employed as a police officer, we
are to attend several continuing education training courses or “in-service”
training courses to maintain our certification. Topics are chosen by both the
department’s training academy, and the State training commission.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></div>
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</span>Know that decisions you make now, affect the chances of employment
later.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The pool of qualified
applicants is getting smaller every year due to recreational drug use and
getting arrested for “petty” crimes such as shoplifting and underage
drinking.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Also, take some college
courses in law and criminal justice.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>I would not recommend majoring in this field, as the only thing you can
do with a criminal justice degree in law enforcement and progressing on to law
school.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I majored in General
Studies, but had a concentration in Crim. Justice, actually, I earned a
certificate, but earning an AA in general studies allows me the chance to earn
a major in a different topic when I decide to continue towards my BA or BS
degree.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Don’t give up.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It takes several months and even a year
or more, to go through the hiring process to be a police officer.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The training is demanding, both
mentally and physically.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I wish I
was more prepared physically before being hired.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I struggled with the highly athletic atmosphere of the
police academy.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Finally, know what
you want and what you are getting in to.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Do several “ride-a-longs” and experience what a day is like as a police
officer.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Decide if it is something
you like, and something you can handle.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Police work is not like the movies, or TV.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It is demanding.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>It will take a toll on your body, and your mind.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It will change who you are and your
personality.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It is good work, it
is a noble profession, if you go in with realistic goals and expectations, this
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12297548168367364291noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-550474954319598960.post-10026687524954880532013-05-17T22:07:00.001-04:002013-05-17T22:07:24.501-04:00Been a long hard road....<br />
<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Well, it's been a while since I've logged in on here, but things have been going pretty good for good ole' Shamus. </span><br />
<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Work is back to being its normal stressful pace but, the typical cop stress, not the running around with a target on your back stress. </span><br />
<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">I had been feeling frustrated and paranoid for a few weeks, so I went in to talk to my LT today about some things that are going on. Long story short, I'm all good. Seems that some of the things I was worried about were just simple misunderstandings. </span><br />
<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">So, while I was in there, we had a little chat about my future. I had some reservations about taking the sergeant test this year. LT told me to,go for it. He convinced me that I would be a good Sgt., and that he thinks that I will probably get a fair shake, now that the department is in a rebuilding phase after healing from internal corruption. So, here we go. I ordered the books, and will start studying for my third stripe.</span><br />
<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">In the mean time, I have been thinking about life after the department. I have five years left before I am eligible for retirement. I have a couple ideas of what I would like to do, one requires a shit-ton of school. Now, the problem is, my kid will be starting college about the same time I would be getting ready to retire. So add that to the future planning. </span><br />
<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">So, here we are, less than a year from almost losing my job and I am getting ready to start studying for the Sergeant test, planning for my life post police after retirement, and learning that I can take a breath and relax a little and maybe not look over my shoulder as much. </span><br />
<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Interesting turn of events this last year has made.</span><br />
<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Buckle up. Here we go!</span><br />
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12297548168367364291noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-550474954319598960.post-59458662575058206272012-10-01T22:02:00.000-04:002012-10-01T22:04:53.525-04:00Watching paint dry<br />
<h3>
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.292969); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><br /></span></span></h3>
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: Helvetica;"></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: Helvetica;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: Helvetica;">Well I have these days I gotta serve as unpaid leave from the incident that almost ended my career. I have quite a few of them, but my LT is a rock star and hooked me up with some good timing. That makes them not so bad. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: Helvetica;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: Helvetica;"></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: Helvetica;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: Helvetica;">Anyway, ole' Shamus can't really sit still the whole time, so I have some chores around to do while I'm off. Last week I had the bright idea to paint my kitchen ceiling. Now I know this has absolutely NOTHING to do with being a cop who is picking up the pieces and moving on, but bear with me a minute. I went on down to the hardware store and was cruisin' up the paint isle when I saw it. They have a ceiling paint that goes on pink and dries bright white. Now, that just blew my mind! So, ole' Shamus plunks down the cash and buys some. Fast forward two hours, and there I am. Standing in the kitchen, staring up at this pink ceiling, watching it turn bright white. I was impressed, and felt like a total idiot at the same time. What will they think of next? I will probably buy it, whatever it is....</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: Helvetica;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: Helvetica;"></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: Helvetica;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: Helvetica;">Well this week, I am doing some work at Mrs. Shakleford's mom-mom's house. I get to do some plumbing, and light carpentry. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: Helvetica;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: Helvetica;"></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: Helvetica;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: Helvetica;">I like that kinda work. I like looking back and seeing something tangible from my hard work. Something I can see, touch, feel, use. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: Helvetica;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: Helvetica;"></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: Helvetica;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: Helvetica;">That's the problem with being a Police. We go out and bust our humps for 9, 10 hour days, at the end we really can't see what we've done. Sometimes we have a case file, or a stack of tickets. But especially now, that everything is going paperless, you really can't see your work. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: Helvetica;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: Helvetica;"></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: Helvetica;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: Helvetica;">Our job is different. We are still held by quotas. {I know, I know, "quotas" are illegal and we aren't supposed to use that word, but a duck is a duck. } But instead of a product, we are "graded" on car stops and lock ups....but mostly car stops. We respond to folks homes on the worst day they've ever had. To us, it's just another day, to them, it's the end of their world. We show up, we slap a band aid on festering cancer. It is all we can do. We keep peace, enforce laws, protect lives. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: Helvetica;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: Helvetica;"></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: Helvetica;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: Helvetica;">Someone asked me once if Police-work was rewarding. I answered that question lime this, Police-work in itself is not rewarding. It is ball-breaking, and hard work for little pay, and a strained home life. It is, however, fulfilling. At the end of the day, you can look at yourself in the mirror and know that you're doing the best you can and doing the work. You are a Police. A sheepdog,the protector. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: Helvetica;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: Helvetica;"></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: Helvetica;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: Helvetica;">When you're on the job, you never truly know the extent of the impact you make on someone. Most people don't think to say "thanks", or send a note, so we never know how the situation ends after we step off the porch. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: Helvetica;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: Helvetica;"></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: Helvetica;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: Helvetica;">It's about closure. As a Police, you never get it. That is one thing that takes a bit to get used to. But trust me....it IS worth it. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: Helvetica;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: Helvetica;"></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: Helvetica;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: Helvetica;">If there are any Police out there reading this, what type of "regular" type work or hobby do you have to help you stay grounded?</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: Helvetica;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: Helvetica;"></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: Helvetica;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: Helvetica;">For anyone else who aren't on the job, please pass this link around, tell your friends, and drop me a note, or ask a question down there in the comments. Let me know how you like these stories. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: Helvetica;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: Helvetica;"></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: Helvetica;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: Helvetica;">'Til next time....stay safe. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: Helvetica;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: Helvetica;"></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: Helvetica;"></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: Helvetica;"></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.292969); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><br /></span></span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12297548168367364291noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-550474954319598960.post-79058754887371621332012-09-20T17:10:00.003-04:002012-09-20T17:25:36.738-04:00New beginnings?<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0898438); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(191, 107, 82, 0.496094); -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.292969); line-height: 24px;"><b><br /></b></span></span>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Well, I've been a little busy for the past few weeks and haven't written anything for a bit. Looking at the stats of this page, I see that I have had a few hits lately, I think its pretty cool. If you are a reader, share this link. </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">The work thing has been pretty cool lately. As I said before, I wound up going to a different shift in the same district I work. I used to work with the Lieutenant as a LT and as a Sgt before. He is a good guy. </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Well it came time for Ole' Shamus to start taking his days off without pay, and I have done a few. It is a weird feeling to be sitting home and knowing that you ain't getting paid, and this just ain't a vacation day. It takes the fun out of it. I have been taking thinks in stride, though. I'll get through these days by November, then hopefully this will just be a lesson learned, and not an ordeal to go through. </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Well this blog started as a mid 30's dude watching his career fizzle out and fade away, trying to pick up the pieces and move on. Well, I am still a mid 30's dude watching his dream career fizzle to an end, and I am picking up the pieces. Now, by "fizzle out" the original meaning was meant to mean immediate. Now I find myself after watching my job almost escape me looking at the reality that none of us want to accept when we pin on that badge. This job ain't gonna last forever. I have 6 years to go until I am eligible for retirement. I still have no real plan on what is in store for ole' Shamus. That was something that hit hard while I was in trouble and treadin' water. </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">In the last few weeks a good friend of mine was recently retired on disability. He is my age, and was on the department for 15 years. A fight with a drunk a few years ago started his battle with injury. He fought his way back, then a different fight with a turd on PCP he blew out the same knee after turd mule kicked his same knee and tore it to hell. This buddy of mine is now done. D O N E. 15 years of crushing crime over. I feel bad for him because he was the job. He was truly a good cop. A true friend, and an all around good guy. He made his mistakes in the past, learned from them, and moved on. He is what we needed out there. I wish him luck in his new start on life, and what ever he chooses to do in the future. </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Now, this had me doin' some lookin' around. Did y'all know that the age range for career changes is usually in the early to mid 40's? That is the age that I will be when I hit my 20 mark. So, I will take that and start getting ready for the future.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">So, how many of y'all out there are in their 30's and 40's have switched careers, and what did/are you doing now? Leave a comment below, tell us your story....</span></div>
</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12297548168367364291noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-550474954319598960.post-10674599721661040472012-08-27T09:22:00.000-04:002012-08-27T09:22:26.819-04:00Blog Future and layout.When I first started this blog, I thought I was leaving Law Enforcement, or at the very least, the Department that I work for. As you can see, that didn't happen. I got lucky.<br />
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I found that writing for an unknown audience is therapeutic in it's own way, so I am going to keep it up. <br />
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However, this time, I am revamping the intent of this blog into how my life has changed. Instead of picking up the pieces and moving on in a different direction, I will be picking up the pieces, and rebuilding my career.<br />
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I will continue to tell "War Stories" in the story tab, and will write updates about what is going on in the posts section. I have added a new page. It deals with police suicide. I encourage y'all to read it and share the link I provided for the National P.O.L.I.C.E. Suicide Foundation with your co-workers.<br />
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Take care, and be safe.<br />
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Feel free to leave comments or messages down below, I would like to hear from you guys and gals. I saw in the traffic activity that I had people from Russia reading this blog of mine, and it blew my mind!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12297548168367364291noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-550474954319598960.post-6312747103066879522012-08-20T21:41:00.000-04:002015-04-09T00:02:19.165-04:00Look who's back!<span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: Helvetica;">Don't call it a comeback, I've been here for years. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: Helvetica;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: Helvetica;"></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: Helvetica;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: Helvetica;">Wow! What a week. Last week, I got a call from the lawyer with the news of my case. The lieutenant in charge of Internal Affairs had sent a final offer, as was decided by the new Chief.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: Helvetica;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: Helvetica;"></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: Helvetica;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: Helvetica;">Now, I'm not going to go into details, but basically, I get to keep my job. I had to meet with the IA Lt in the afternoon later that day. He presented the same deal that my lawyer was able to work out, and we spoke about what I did, and how he and the Chief felt that my career was worth salvaging. I have to give them credit and respect. The way they spoke to me was respectful, and put it in a way that I could take ownership of the situation. I was able to see this as an opportunity to move on and improve, not an ass chewing that leaves you feeling like a scalded dog. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: Helvetica;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: Helvetica;"></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: Helvetica;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: Helvetica;">And like that, the next morning, I was reinstated!</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: Helvetica;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: Helvetica;"></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: Helvetica;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: Helvetica;">I spent the next day driving around the county collecting my weapon and certification card from the academy, my badge and ID card from the quartermaster, my radio from the radio room, my car, computer, and ticket printer from the district. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: Helvetica;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: Helvetica;"></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: Helvetica;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: Helvetica;">I ended up in the same district, but a different Platoon I was on. I also did not get "my" car back, but at least I got a decent car. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: Helvetica;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: Helvetica;"></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: Helvetica;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: Helvetica;">My first day back was yesterday. I really had a sense of pride as I got dressed in my uniform and went off to work. You really don't appreciate what you have until it is stripped from you. The last 10 weeks while I was suspended, I was on a roller coaster of emotions. Now, I get my powers back, and for the first time in a long time, I understand the level of responsibility and sense of duty I have. Before, it was a job. Just a J O B. I forgot why we do the work. I lost sense of the importance of our line of work. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: Helvetica;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: Helvetica;"></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: Helvetica;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: Helvetica;">Well, it took quite a knock in the pants to get Shamus to re-evaluate what he was doing wrong. One of the most important lessons is to not cut corners to try to clear calls out quickly, and to do the job right the first time. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: Helvetica;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: Helvetica;"></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: Helvetica;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: Helvetica;">Cutting corners almost cost me my career, my pension, and most importantly, my dignity and calling. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: Helvetica;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: Helvetica;"></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: Helvetica;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: Helvetica;">DO the job, folks. Do it RIGHT. It may get pulled out from under you if you don't. Or worse, it could get someone hurt. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: Helvetica;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: Helvetica;"></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: Helvetica;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: Helvetica;">So, keep them belts on, we are going to finish this ride together. Still picking those pieces up, and I'm trying to move on. Why not join me? We'll try and have a good time at it. Don't forget to check the story tab up top. That's where the tall tales, and yarns are hiding. With every new post, I'm going to try to add a new story. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: Helvetica;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: Helvetica;"></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: Helvetica;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: Helvetica;">Until next time......</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12297548168367364291noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-550474954319598960.post-50252807862780060092012-08-14T11:09:00.002-04:002012-08-14T11:09:10.273-04:00Is that a light at the end of the tunnel?
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Well, in the world of Law Enforcement, things are always
changing. In the time since I wrote the last post and now, which in real time
had been about three weeks, the department I work for has had a regime change. The
Chief had retired, and a new Chief came in. With that came a change in
personnel. This was a good thing for me, because now it looks like I get to
keep my job. The new administration appears to be a little more forgiving than
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Well, this is a really strange feeling. I was prepared to
leave. I was starting to heal the wounds and get used to the idea that I wasn't
going to be a police anymore. Now, after I pay my penance, I will get my gun
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This whole experience has played heavy on my mind. I have
learned a great deal about myself and those around me. I see some people for
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Early on I prayed and agreed to let God take complete
control of the situation. I tried to give Him complete control and not to
stress. That was the hardest part, the not stressing. I was a beast to live
with. I have to give a lot of credit to Mrs. Shackleford, for not kickin' my
keister to the curb. </div>
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Things aren't all done or set in stone yet, and the deal
ain't done, but an end is near. I still have a way to go until my ordeal is
over, and I will keep the blog going.
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Check back and visit ole' Shamus, we still have a while to
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