On Monday, the afternoon sergeant at West
decided all eastside cars would work downtown,
westside cars would work the eastside,
old town cars would work the west hills,
and the southwest cars would work the inner east.
I spent the night like everyone else,
trying not to get lost in a new setting.
It almost sounds like the supervisor lost a bet or something.
I remember earning my first regular zone and one shift an old sarge messed up the worksheet and placed me as an extra in a tourist district that I had never worked (barely driven through). He apologized, but did not want to have to redo his work, so I spent the night with my head buried in a HandyMap. Good thing it was overnight with no traffic.
Posted by: slamdunk | January 07, 2012 at 06:35 PM
sounds like a chaos experiment
Posted by: deputydog | January 07, 2012 at 07:04 PM
I keep thinking that a constant theme running though your blog is all of the benefits of knowing/ forging relationships with the community. This bit of mixing it up just seems to fly in the face of that - I can't think of any inherent benefits to anyone. Any clue as to the logic behind the Sergeant's decision?
Posted by: Renee | January 11, 2012 at 02:06 AM
@Renee,
I think the Sgt. wanted us to all walk a mile in another's shoes for the night.
Posted by: RD | January 11, 2012 at 03:29 AM