Back to my roots

I've done a lot in my career as a cop but my favorite assignment has always been when I was a bike cop in the entertainment district. I always loved being outside and getting paid to ride a bike. There was something about working around those large crowds that appealed to me. The energy in that area made it seem like you experienced a month crammed into one day. Another thing that appealed to me was that you didn't have to worry about work once you were off. The job required you to work your ass off sometimes but the police work stopped once you clocked out.

Narcotics has been a fun ride but I'm getting tired of the whole bit. It is a job that never stops. Informants call at all hours with "hot tips" and I am often called in at a moments notice to help with drug operations that typically fall through. It is hard being tied to the pager all the time. I'm also sick of sitting across the table from hardened criminals and offering them deals to avoid jail time.

A supervisor position has just opened up in the bike unit and I've decided to take it. I've always said that when this job stops being fun, it is time to do something different and lately I haven't been having that much fun. I am going to really miss the excitement of narcotics raids though. There is nothing like the rush you get as you ram the door of a house and flow inside. That's not to say that being on bike patrol isn't exciting too. I've got some crazy moments that I have yet to blog about.

Anyway, I am still going to do the blog but my postings are going to be less about druggies and more about stupid drunks and angry crowds.