This thought is a little bit off tempo, but it's on my mind all the same.

You know what's upsetting? There is no where to order Chinese delivery in Rogers. You know, where they deliver the greasy noodles in the neat little fold up box. And they bring it on a bicycle.

I want one of those places.

Step into my office...

I moved into my own office yesterday. It's a little cramped, especially the back room. But, it's got huge windows. And the lighting is great!

idiot of the week
I almost feel bad about this one. But here it is all the same. The other day, I was dispatched to talk to a girl about her stolen moped. When I arrived, she explained that her moped had been stolen a few weeks ago, that she had filed a report, and that she saw a girl on it the other day. She knew who the girl was, and gave us info to go off of. Well, pans out pretty well for me, and I am able to locate the moped while a girl is on it. Score one felony arrest for me. She said she took it as a prank. And punched out the ignition and gas tank lock. She also had pot on her.

So, here's the dumb part. I get the moped back to the girl around 6pm. Fastforward to 9:30. Accident: Ford F150 vs moped. Yep. You guessed it. She ran into a truck. No helmet. I wasn't at the scene, but I understand it was pretty rough. She will be ok, just banged up, bloody and broken a bit.

Like I said, I kinda feel bad for this one. It is pretty funny though.

On sleeping. Or not.

My body and mind really seemto be having a hard time adjusting after working my short stint on mids. All last week, I worked the 10pm - 6am shift with a special unit trying to catch some graffiti taggers in the act, or at least to let them see us out to help prevent any extra damage. Well, it was semi-successful in that we didn't catch anyone, but there weren't any new graffiti reports that week either. The previous week, we had been hit 22 times.

Well, now I am back on my normal schedule for the next week or so (until I find out my permanent shift!) and the downside to the week has been that I just can't sleep at night. No matter when I goto bed, I wakeup sometime between 1 and 3 am. And Im just up. And hungry. And no matter what I do, I can't seem to go back to sleep.

I don't think it's a schedule thing, because I'm not taking any naps in between. Say I get up at 3. I'll keep myself entertained until Wendy gets up, spend some time with her before she jets off to work, watch some tv and play with the dog until I goto work, come home and eat dinner and spend time with wendy. And goto bed around 10-11. Wakeup at 3. Repeat.

And it seems that's all the sleep my body thinks it needs. Which is weird since it, just a week before, required 8 hours or I would be nonfunctiomal. Not that I can complain too much, I guess, since I'm doing alright without it. Except that 3-6am are the longest most boring hours in the world by yourself. Even the stupid dog won't get up. And don't even get me started on what happened the morning I tried to "accidently" wake wendy up...

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One week of field training left. And I am done. Out on my own. Doomed to drive a worn out line unit for an unknown amount of time. And I couldn't be more excited about it. It's been a long 6 months to get here.

idiot of the week
I'm going to try a weekly little bit here and share a little ray of brilliance I encounter in one way or another.
This weeks story starts while helping another new officer book a gentleman into our jail. The charge: Theft by Recieving.

I was told he had been driving a vehicle with a stolen license plate. And the vehicle? A brand new Toyota Camry he was "test driving". So I ask him what the deal is. "It came that way from the dealership! They were closed when I went to take it back." I asked him if he really thought I would believe a dealership would put a stolen tag on a brand new car and then lock up before they had it back. I've felt with some shady dealerships, but none that bad. It's bad business to have your customers arrested. He just stared at me and the other officer told me had a business card with him with a salespersons number who said the car bad no plate on it. And that he was supposed to have returned the car 14 hours earlier (it was 2am at the time of booking).

I was then told I should ask him what he was on probation for. Response? "I'm not on probation for anything yet. I just got out of jail last night." What for? "I stole a car. Did 6 months." I guess you're going back, huh? He just stared at the ground.