VH1's BEHIND THE BADGE

Ok, here's the story. Before I get into any details let me say, I'm not going to get into the details. Got that? Hope so.

The Narcotics Unit I was assigned to is funded by a Federal Grant. Every year the grant was being cut, and that money was put elsewhere. At some point in late 2005, we were informed that the grant was done and that if we wanted to continue, our parenting agencies would have to front the majority of our funds. That is something the Chiefs and Sheriffs were not going to go for. Ok, here comes my part.

Sometime in late October or early November my supervisor at my parenting agency called and said we needed to talk. I immediately started thinking, "Shit! what did I do now? Am I going to be fast enough to cover any tracks I may have left behind seeing that I don't even now what I did yet?" (I like to...hmm, how should I say it...misbehave)

Once at the meeting my supervisor tells me that there is an opening on patrol now and that I could have it or take my chances and wait until March when the Narc Unit is shut down and see if there are any openings then. However, if there are no openings I don't have a job.

Now I don't claim to be the smartest man in the world (just one of the better looking ones) and I know that no job equals no money, so I took the job offer. Some people thought I should be really pissed about this. Well, those people would be right. I was so pissed I started looking for a job else where, kind of.

You see I've been with my department for six years and it isn't easy to just walk away just because I didn't get my way. I feel that I put a lot of time and effort in to get to where I'm at now, not to mention in two years I'm fully vested. (New job here I come)

The worst part was, I was going to have to clean up, hair cut short, shave off the goatee and the absolute worst part...putting on a uniform. The first day is fast approaching and I had to order new uniforms because I had put on just a little bit of weight. (I think I'm just retaining some water)

First day, I wake up at 4:00am, I hadn't done this in four years. I jump in the shower, I shave, I put on the uniform and strap on the duty belt. I walk over to the mirror and I feel just fine. I'm ready to bust someone's ass. I don't mean this in a cocky "I'm the man" kind of thing. I feel fresh, renewed ready to get on the street again and have some fun. You see, I always like Patrol and I never stopped liking it I just got used to playing narc.

That's it, that's the story. Did I leave out some details, you bet I did. There are certain things I will not say on this site, you know that. The main thing is, I'm having more fun now then I have had in long time. Not to mention I already have stories to share. Like the next post, How I made a 15 year old girl cry in front of daddy. I love this job.