Police Staff

Once upon a time I was a "Civie", a member of the Civil Staff and proud of that.
Now I would be a member of the Police Staff.
"Civie" is now demeaning. Police staff the new title.
Given to a scruffy, ill disciplined bunch who managed 2 passes at GCSE level and tick the required equal ops boxes. Not all of them. Some are very gifted dedicated, and talented.
Probably didn't object to being "Civies"
A two year probationary period, 18 weeks at training college, followed by a 10 weeks street training course on Division and 6, one week Continuation Training Courses all to be passed so that I can call myself police.
Hmm!
Our pursuit car was called up the other day. Our Finance and Resource Manager needed a lift to HQ.
The Driver arrived. Mike (not real name) the manager got in to the back.
Driver, "Hi Mike you need a lift then"
Mike, "Its Sir to you"
Driver, "Do what"
Mike, "I'm a member of the SMT. You'll call me Sir"
Driver, "I won't and you can get out"
Driver. "Yeah Control, Mike's now walking to HQ"
And another.
The Personel officer referred to the Chief inspector as "Woodie"
Looking a little miffed he turned to her and said "Its Mr Woods or Chief Inspector if you don't
mind".
"Oh Woodie, I'm one of you now, were equal ranks, part of the SMT"
"Your just a jumped up typist who's got well above her station"
Grades don't equate to ranks. Sorry.
The tail is now wagging the dog

If I Was Chief Officer of Police

In our in house magazine coloquially known as "Pravda", (For you youngsters, the Newspaper for the Russian Communist party and de-facto national paper for the former USSR), There was an article entitled "Commisioner for the Day". Sergeant really dreary from boring outlining division was saying that more publicity should be given to SNTs. What the F@&% are SNTs I ask myself. Safer Neighbourhood teams apparently.
What would I do.
Best be quiet because still need to work, until I manage to get out of the Country.
Australia looks good.