Today marks the end of my year-long probationary period. I am now an official full-time, genuine, certified, approved, police officer. I'll still be considered a rookie for another year or so but am happy to no longer be a probationary employee. I can hardly believe a whole year has passed since I graduated from the police academy. Like they say, "Time flies when you're having gun."
You know you live in a nice apartment complex when you see this courteous notice affixed to the window of the manager's apartment.
God forbid you're a tennant with a legitimate need to communicate with management. Aside from the grammatical and spelling errors, I was touched by the sincerity, availability and professionalism of this manager.
I was almost enticed to slip a police card under the door stating something like: "The city police were here to inform you of the tragic accident involving one of your family members. We intended on providing you with critical information about the condition of your loved one. Additionally, medical personnel are unable to proceed with emergency treatment until certain pertinant information is received from you. When it is convenient, would you please consider contacting police so the proper medical care can be initiated? We apologize for the imposition and hope we did not disturb you."
Here's something most of you will never see in person:
If you instantly recognized the contents at the bottom of this plastic container as bullet fragments removed from the body of an armed robbery suspect, you've been spending too much time watching 'Forensic Files.'
The bullets are being impounded as evidence in case the 'alleged' robber goes to trial (yes, he survived the gunshots.)