Work Station from Hell

 

This is the work station from hell....  thought I would share where I spend my days, listening to the endless chatter and needs of the dudes in blue. Yes, I know it is two different colors, but it is large...I had to snap two shots and piece together...apparently the light was better in the left half of the room... I actually was able to get out of the dispatch cave today and ride along with one of the officers (so I could get a take on what happens at the other end of my mike). Eight hours and 4 dramamine tablets later, I would say it is much more festive to be out on the road all day than in the cave...however, I would really suck as an officer, so I will stay put (yes, we arrested a nineteen year old for contempt of court...didn't show up or pay his last ticket...and I felt SO BAD for him...just a kid, and he was so sweet.  :::::stop shaking your heads, I told you I would make a bad cop:::::  The officer I was riding with---a friend---was laughing at me and said, "We aren't taking him to daycare, Christie, stop asking if he is comfortable and if he needs anything.").  It is easier where I am in that perspective, people are only a name, race, sex, and date of birth or social from my console, I never see that they are just kids, etc. These are just a few of the dispatchers takes on the people we work with, not all officers, many of them are actually inside the building all the time. (Some people call them "brass"...I have more....festive....names for some of them myself.)

Garfield says Ask Me If I Care...he is mine, by the way....hehehehe