Settling into police life
A few days into my new job as a police officer, I have realised that accidents don’t happen every five minutes. Armed robberies are non-existent and people don’t fall dead in the street very often either.
As for giving directions to places I don’t know, I pretend I quite clearly do and send them on their way with a number of left turns and right turns. Then I keep out of the way for ten minutes in case the come back looking for me.
I think I am developping the sang froid and the confidence that I can deal with whatever gets thrown up. However, I have to admit there is a certain amount of apprehension on going to an incident followed by a burst of adrenaline when you get there and start dealing with it.
The thing is that I am totally on my own on the street. The Chief Constable apparently reckons it is a waste or resources to have policemen in pairs.
The nearest Police Box is often half a mile away and assistance can be a long time coming if it comes at all.
So bit by bit, I am learning to cope, improvising if necessary and learning how to diffuse situations.
I am that bit more experienced than I was when I started. I’ll stick with it I think.