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Edited on Sat Dec-23-06 01:34 PM by achtung_circus
Friday afternoon, 3:30 p.m.
I can nearly call it a long day and am on my way home.
My dispatcher calls, wants my location, says "perfect", we have a warrant to search a property, 2 officers on site, request assistance with transport of a mountain of sick dogs.
I say, of course, she says Ho Ho Ho. I say Merry Fucking Christmas, I'm en route.
This sort of thing tends to happen on Friday afternoons.
I turn around. I drive through heavy traffic, get to the address, no one there. I radio in.
It was a "joke".
Short conversation about dispatcher being a very nasty person.
Short response about the people in the office having heard her say "Merry Christmas".
Somewhat longer response about I didn't particularly care what THEY heard, the radios are by no means perfect and I was the one that need to hear it, I didn't and her radio discipline use are inappropriate.
She then called back privately and said "did you really go to ???"
Yes, I did.
I'm so sorry
10-4.
This isn't the first time she's played this game, but not is several years and has previously ensured that when the "joke" was over, it was over.
I can't coldcock the bitch, but what are my options?
BTW the boss's last day is next Monday, he doesn't care, at this point.
ON Edit: 3 hours wasted, my salary, gas for vehicle, non-Profit dollars, she flushed down the crapper: I've been pondering suggesting a donation to cover SPCA costs would be appropriate.
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