Does anyone read blog posts any more?
Happy July 1st, 2025.
If I'm doing my math right, I have one year and 3 months left of hell. It's like a prison sentence. I have my head down and I'm just trying to get thru the next year until my time has expired. I'm talking about my job, btw. I have 35 years in law enforcement. 31 of those years have been spent dispatching. 28 of those years were really, really good years.
In the last 2 and half years, I've experienced rage, bitterness, anger... emotions I had never felt. Maybe anger, but not on the level the last couple of years has brought. My job, which was always so fulfilling, has become a numbers game. There is no fulfillment now. How fast do I have to get thru this call to get to the next. I don't have any time to talk to anyone like a human. It's standard questions, every call, until I can get to the next call. This has got to be one of the worst jobs on the planet. My mind is unwell, which makes my body unwell, which makes my life unwell. But only for a little bit longer.
My last post was about not having any cats. I have 7 now. So there's that.
