Thursday, May 03, 2007

Detective School

One of the main reasons I joined the police force was to someday become a detective. After watching countless hours of 'Forensic Files', 'The Investigators', and other detective shows, I was motivated to leave a corporate career in financial services to law enforcement.

After 17 weeks of Investigator School, I am now one step closer to my goal. I am still a rookie officer, however, and am required to serve three years in patrol before I can apply for a detective position. The class was taught by one of the city's most well known and respected homicide detectives. I haven't decided exactly what field of detective work would be the best fit but I've got another year or so to think about it.

Other notables:
Officers were called the hospital to respond to a man brought into the emergency room due to an apparant drug overdose. He was unconscious when the hospital staff discovered a plastic baggie containing a white powdery substance in his rectum. One of my squadmates was lucky enough to take possession of the contraband.

I arrived at house where a girlfriend claimed her ex-boyfriend was trying to break in. I met the loser out front living in a broken down car parked on the side of the house. He hadn't committed any crime but I was apalled when I learned of his freeloading ways. He wasn't mooching off his ex-girlfriend, but rather, the good taxpayers of the nation. This 32 year old house painter receives $650 in Social Security benefits because of his self-proclaimed 'ADHD'.

"What are you talking about?", I asked.
"ADHD: I have trouble concentrating on stuff.", he replied.
"But you're 32 years old. Why do you need to get paid for not being able to pay attention?"
"I also hurt my hip, so I'm disabled."
"Don't you paint houses for a living?"
"So you can put up and climb ladders, carry 5-gallon buckets of paint, and spend hours at a time doing physical labor?"
"Yeah, but I need that money and I deserve it."
"We all need money but some of us have pride and wouldn't take undeserved handouts."
"Well, I do."

This is what's wrong with Social Security. I'm all for helping out those who need it but sending out checks to losers like this is shameful. Judging by this guy's behavior and past criminal history, there's no doubt in my mind a good portion of his monthly payment is being used to buy Meth. That's capitalism for you.


At May 03, 2007 8:58 PM, Blogger whimsicalnbrainpan said...

The system needs to be fixed, desperately.

At May 06, 2007 5:55 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

you are going to make a great detective!

At May 07, 2007 1:50 PM, Blogger Joel said...

And of course, meth couldn't be contributing to his ADHD!

At May 07, 2007 6:35 PM, Blogger The Enforcer said...

The first few times you deal with those scumbags it leaves you feeling dirty, but the good news is that eventually you get used to it. The bad news, it wont be your last dealing with them

At May 08, 2007 11:11 AM, Blogger mollymcmo said...

we had a dealer once who was selling from his room, right after surgery! loser!
we found a garbage bag of weed, a FULL garbage bag. who in the fucking hell brings their supply to deal from their room??
people are idiots.
but so entertaining.


At May 09, 2007 5:07 AM, Blogger Aileen said...

My oldest son is 23 now. He is severely mentally retarded and has the mentality of a 3 year old. It took me 4 years of fighting to get him approved for SSI. Had he been an alcoholic it would have taken 4 months.

At May 25, 2007 7:08 PM, Anonymous LC said...

I agree, the system must be fixed. I have a friend who worked very little and was divorced after 19 years or marriage. 25 years later and after a second marriage, she now collects half the amount her first ex will collect when he decides to retire!

At June 23, 2007 10:12 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

well, i wouldn't really call social security capitalism as much as i would call it socialism. hence the name.


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