Tagged *Sigh*

So I have been tagged by disFUNctionalcity911. Lets take a dive into my soul and see what we can come up with.

The rules are as follows: Simply link to the person who tagged you (see above). SHARE SEVEN WEIRD things about yourself (see below). Tag SEVEN bloggers to do the same AND include a link to their blog. Let each person know that they have been tagged and finally post the rules on your blog (that would be this paragraph).

1.) I have an abnormally large gap between my big and index toes on each foot. Some people have said it looks like I'm missing a toe.

2.) I have a knack for finding bizzare and interesting things. I have a metallic "android" skull as a paperweight at work, an annoyatron *makes high pitched beeps at random intervals* (Officer Smith would have fun with that) I find strange articles online usually involving law enforcement

3.) I find social engineering very interesting. For more info check out the books The Art of Deception and The Art of Intrusion by Kevin Mitnick. I seem to have a gift of using some social engineering tricks for the good of all.

4.) I can understand drunk Canadians (Gotta love family reunions up there)

5.) I have tatoo ideas for "in memory" of my parents should anything ever happen to them while they are on the job. Most people think it would be strange or weird to have things planned ahead for such incidents but don't realise that each time they go to work I may not see them again. I came to terms with the fact that my parents could be taken from me at any time when I was very young(I'll talk more on this tatoo idea another time.)

6). I am 6'4" and scared of heights

7.) This isn't weird but, I would give anything I have for those I love even if I never see them again.

Ok so I didn't fix it when I got home but I'll get it now.
People I'm tagging.
1. 911 Dispatcher
2. Aza
3. 911 Half-Baked
4. Dark Nights
5. Officer Gary (This is getting hard to find 7 people)
6. Law & Disorder (Angie I'm gonna thump you)
7. 5150 Life (Ok it's over it's over it's over)

The .357, Juvenile Runaway and the Taxi Cab

It must be the time of year here. We now have had 2 elderly males commit suicide in the last month, both from handguns. Today's was a graphic scene (the squeamish should skip reading this paragraph because it will get detailed.) on the rear patio of the decease's house. Our deceased called his wife, who was golfing, and stated there was a family emergency at home and she needed to return. After telling his wife to come home he proceeded to call 911 and tell the my co-worker that there was a suicide at the residence and no one was in danger because it happened on the back patio and then hung up. My co-worker proceeded to call the number back while their partner got the officers/ems/fire on the way to the scene. There was no answer when they called the number back and one of the officers advised over the radio that "there was a loud bang" in the area about 3 minutes ago (this was prior to the call and arrival between the call back). The deceased had shot himself right to left in the side of the head with a .357 with the house phone sitting on the table next to him. I have seen my share of crime scene photos and walked through an accident scene to see my classmate's gray matter splattered on the roadway, but never have I seen the entrance wound bigger than the exit wound from a firearm. The deceased's gray matter had fallen out of the entrance wound and was laying on the ground to his right (he really lost his mind). He of course left a suicide note about how he was in debt and had taken a life insurance policy out on himself, it is unsure if he did it trying to better his wife with the extra money to pay the bills or if it was just to dodge the bills and leave it for someone else. A very selfish action no matter the planning in my opinion.

We like so many other departments have habitual runaways. Most cases it's a parent who wants the officers to raise their children and make them come home, in a few cases the juvenile has ran away to a friends in anallyrapeme city. The ones that piss the officers as well as dispatch off are the ones that are a mixture of the two. We currently have a juvenile who has ran away to a large city in our state and continues to call their parents. Their parents call every time and because they have watched too much CSI and such they think we can pin-point the location and swoop in with a helicopter and our ninjas of the night to pick her up and return her home. I think our runaways need to be tasered each time they run away just so they know the consequences of their actions.

Tonight we had a carjacking of epic proportions. How smart do you have to be to steal a taxi in a town that has exactly 2 taxi cabs total for the whole area? Someone was dumb enough to carjack a taxi and drive out on a dirt road toward the mountains (big party spot). The officers were not able to find the vehicle but im sure in the next couple days the vehicle will be found trashed somewhere in the desert. I hope the person who stole it is stranded 5-6 hours out in the desert.

**On a side note, and to make readers a little more familiar with me and my background, I am tired of people contacting my officers via cell phone to report things. I used to work for a security company that patrolled construction sites due to the high copper thefts in the area. I am guilty of contacting the officers but I stuck to a system for contacting them. If it was something suspicious happening or something that would require an officer, I called into dispatch to report it. If I had just spotted a vehicle out for a "stroke of midnight" at 0100-0300 in the morning I'd call an officer because they usually would get a good laugh out of the couple scrambling for clothes. Since I have left my ex-boss has had to come out of the office work and onto the sites and streets. This is fine with the exception that when he calls the officers we hear the radio traffic between them and have no idea what is going on, where at, how many and when. I sit in a dark room and am treated like a mushroom enough by admin thank you I don't need my officers doing it too.

Will Tone 10-7

Prime Suspect

Well I just got back from a break picking up some food from the only supermarket open at this time of night. I got back just in time to hear my partner take a call from the same supermarket for someone who has broken the screen on a slot machine. When I arrived at the store the attendant for the mini-casino was standing outside talking to some 19 year old girl who for all I know sold her dope. When I exited the store she was still talking to her friend. She called stating that sometime between the time she stepped out and when she returned to the UNATTENDED CASINO MACHINES she noticed the broken screen. Of course me not thinking before speaking on the radio advised the officer en route that I had just been at the store and had left 10-15 minutes before she called to report everything. My partner of course jokes with the officer asking if I need to be added to the suspect list. The officer didn't have any surveillance coverage of the suspect and the attendant is "dumb as a fence post". When the officer arrived at the station I of course jokingly put my hands behind my back waiting for him to cuff me and escort me to the jail. Just a little fun for my night.

Will Tone 10-7

Just Another Day

I have not wanted to use this blog to complain about my job at all because I love my job, given I may not love working with some people but I'm sure many will understand how that works. I have been on the night owl shift and am going to be moving to the early bird shift. I do not have a problem moving to a day shift with weekends off (I'm 20 years old and have things to do on weekends) but the reason I am moving is what I have a problem with. It seems there have been complaints about the "teamwork" between myself and my current partner so we are being separated for about 2 months. I will be going to day shift and after 3-4 weeks he will be going to day shift and I'll be back to the night owl team. We'll see how things go from there.

So tonight may turn into a running blog for the duration of my shift. I will attempt to keep a timestamp going if I add anything extra for the night. For right now I will just go over what has been happening over my days off and such.
Tonight one of our corrections officer's daughters is riding with our medical crew to see what it's like being an EMT. I told her she was morbid and twisted (arnt we all?). I pointed out to her that by hoping for calls and action she was hoping people have the worst day of their lives. Maybe I shouldn't have pointed that out but I know she only wants to help people. She just needs to know that if she's responding not to show up with a big smile on her face thinking "oh cool!".

I decided to change my hair style. Instead of my combed back hair with occasional spiked curls I took a page from a couple of our narcs and went with a faux hawk (Pictured above. My mother says it looks like a "cupie doll" Please note the pic is not of me.) quite a few people have commented on my hair with mixed responses. I think I'll keep it for a while.
Besides the schedule change and hair cut I got my eyes checked. I see GREAT! I'm reading the 20/15 line with each eye. The optometrist is going to check on contacts to correct my color blindness which I hope will help.
Today I registered my car and had quite a few questions for the DMV person about license plates and what "Not valid for highway use" means. I'm sure by the time I left he was pretty sick of talking to me.
Our police explorers have been getting geared up and training for an upcoming competition in Las Vegas during the month of June. Last night we trained with a SRT (Special Response Team) Officer for our "Active Shooter" section of the competition. For those who don't know our "Active Shooter" is a scenario with someone in a school currently firing shots, our job is to go directly to the threat and stop the threat from harming anyone/anyone else. It was a blast and I got a friend to think about testing for our department as a patrol officer. I now have someone to go workout with so I can prepare to test for patrol.
Good news for me, my vacation time and shift exchange was approved so this Sunday thru Thursday I will be in Pocatello, ID visiting my girlfriend which will be a nice change from some of the issues happening at work. Well For now that's all I got. Maybe I'll have some rants later.

Will Tone 10-7

My First Post

So here I sit waiting for my officers to arrest someone for possession of dope and I have decided to begin my first post. After reading quite a few blogs from other dispatchers and po-po's I've decided to start my own. I guess I should go into a little bit of my background.

I am 20 years old and have been dispatching for about the last 9-10 months. I love my job and the stresses it gives me. I have been actively involved in our Police Explorer program for the last 6 years and have loved every minute of it enough to become the explorer Sargent (our post is small enough Sargent is our highest rank). I have been a police officer's son for at least 20 years to the extent that I don't think there is anything short of injured children that will bother me because I have grown up viewing photos of crime scenes and autopsies in books as well as case photos.

I am hoping that some day this blog will change from a blog about dispatching to a blog about being an officer be it corrections or patrol.
*Side note: I just confirmed a warrant and extradition on a subject my dad has probably arrested before*

I must apologize that I am updating while working so I can get side tracked by what is going on around me. Dispatchers know how it is I'm sure. For now I think this will conclude my first post.

Will Tone 10-7