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
Monday, 14 April 2008
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