Did I ever share with you good people the letter that Sgt. Grumpy Ole' Bastard was refering to that prompted me to call his ass a liar? No? Well, here...Take a gander:
To my fellow sergeants,
I am using this email to inform you that I am suspending my duties with the bar checks, until further noticed. I made the members of Community Prosecution and the others aware of this in our wrap up meeting this morning. I informed them that I would be passing the torch on to any of you good people who would like to carry on what I started. I think it is a good thing that we are doing, but because of other matters, that in my opinion, are petty, underhanded and somewhat passive aggressive that we have going on here on deep night I’ve decided to focus my attention back to the twenties; at least until we are able to fix the problem that lies deep within our mist. That being said let it also be known that if any of you need me for anything police related, that my services are always available.
I have decided that I will no longer play the game of rookie/senior sergeant. We all have a job to do and that includes being available for both troops and citizens when they call. No more will I be a part of taking a phone call, from anyone, when there are able bodied Sergeants at the front desk that can handle that call. It is unfair to the troops, the citizens and your fellow sergeants for the people staffing the front desk to have to go in search of a sergeant when there is one right in front of them. No more will I jump from supervisor call to supervisor call, when we have another sergeant, who will remain nameless, who talks a good talk, but more often than not will not play an active role and going out into the field to help out his fellow sergeants and troops. No longer will I play apart in the vicious game of he said she said, or any of the other behaviours that I consider to be childish and unprofessional.
For whatever role, if any, that I have played in the slow deterioration of what should be a positive work environment, I apologize. That being said, I reiterate the fact that I am now washing my hands of all of it. I use to think it was the “us against them” mentality that was the problem, but I see now that it is an “us against us” mentality that we are battling. I have seen the enemy and the enemy is us. Well, I don’t want to be the enemy any more.
Peace to you all until we can get back to the business of police work.
That's it, the letter that sparked the fires of hatred against your boy One Man. Yeap, I was smelling my balls, as a supervisor that day, and they smelt delicious.
And this was the nice version. I shared it with my friend, Corny, prior to sending it off; asking him to read it and tell what he thought. He tried to convince me not to send it, but I was like "fuck that", these are thing that need to be said. I did let him talk me into taking out the parts that he thought were too "confrontational". I told him that I wanted the damn thing to be confrontational. Still, I let him talk me into getting rid of some of my more favorite lines that bordered on attacking, but that might have turned this spark into a roaring fire. He actually tired to talk me out of whole second paragraph, but hell, that was the meat and potatoes of the letter.
The reactions to the letter varied. Sgt. Lupe was shocked that I sent it, but she thought it was funny, because I called people out. Sgt. Militant Negro printed out the letter and waited until he could get his thoughts together before he confronted me with it. He didn't think I should have sent it and was insulted by it's tone. I told him that I didn't think that the letter addressed anything that wasn't true and if anyone was offended by it then that said more about them then it did about me. Sgt. White Bread never said anything to me about the letter and we went on with business as usual. And Sgt. Stick Up Ass and Sgt. Grump Ole Bastard just really made a point of avoiding me, which was fine. Sure they have been Sergeant for over twenty years and have a lot of wisdom to impart, but I'm not willing to crawl up their asses to get it (Kobe, tell me how my ass taste). And of course there was the Lt. Elmer Fudd, who I cc'ed a copy of the letter to. After the letter he had a one on one meeting with each and everyone of us, saving me for last. I had to gear my self up for mine, because I was still teetering on the edge of anger black man and the wrong tone would have made me go Rev. Jesse Jackson on his ass. You know what I mean....Using the N-word and cutting off testicles. LOL
-One Man's Opinion. Peace.
Guess what, I went to church today. Can I get an Amen? Tomorrow I think I will tell you about my encounter with the crazy ass white man this morning. Oh, my gawd!