25 years, 3 weeks, 12 hours. 9-1-1 and done.

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August 2, 2019. After 25 years, 3 weeks, and 12 hours, I’m officially retired. Here’s a look back at some of what I saw.


Friday night at 9-1-1

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9 1/2 hours on channel two Friday night. A full Moon. In August. At one point, 25 units on my channel. All it takes is one to decide to do a traffic stop, then suddenly ALL of them want to do traffic stops! Fights. Parties. Loud music. More fights. No barking dogs, oddly. Reckless drivers. Drunk drivers. A couple of wrecks. Several ambulance runs, one a 15 day old difficulty breathing, one 84 year old difficulty breathing. Shots heard. Child exchanges. Child exchanges that didn’t happen, and the other parent is pissed. Welfare checks because somebody on Facebook was fishing for attention and “seemed” suicidal. Abandoned cars. People pulled over on the side of the road and being “suspicious”…. as they talked on their cell phones for 20 minutes. Drunks staggering down the shoulder of the road. More loud music calls. Crappy radios… “it’s the heat” “it’s the cold” “it’s the fog” “it’s the rain” < reasons for crappy radio transmissions. Units chomping at the bits to join the CHP’s pursuit before it runs out of the county. It ran out of the county. Bar brawl, ambulance needed. Second ambulance needed. Laceration and “asthma” (panic) attack. Juvenile calling in and harassing the dispatchers. Vulgar. Threatening. Dozens of times. Not bright, we know who he is. Cookies in dispatch. Didn’t last long. Air unit doing patrol checks. Three at a time. Put him on one, take him off. Update city unit that keyed up immediately after. Put air unit on second patrol check, take him off. Respond to deputy doing a traffic stop. Put air unit on last check, take him off. Answer the 9-1-1 line, because everybody else in the room is already on a phone. Lucky, just a quick transfer to CHP, off the phone quick. More loud music. How come we never do anything about it?? I’ve called a bunch of times! No, I don’t want contact, just make them stop! Direct the young lady who has decided at 6:30 pm on a Friday that she’d like information on becoming a police officer to call back Monday during business hours to talk to somebody about it. Another party! I have to get up at 4am! Racing vehicles… give it to CHP. Send a deputy to assist CHP, because the car they stopped has a fight between a man and woman in progress. Burglar alarms sounding, owners will only respond if it’s an actual burglary. I just got home, and I was robbed! The tweeker is not sure what’s missing, but they’re sure something was taken. It’s Friday night, the teenager has been missing since Wednesday morning, but we better go ahead and report it now.
Man, I love my job!

LOL… just LOL

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I don’t dispatch medical, so I had to look up the acronym ETOH.  It refers to ethyl alcohol…  booze.

Naked Man Running…

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Sometimes things just come out on the radio…

This started out as a deputy checking out a car parked in a rural field.  The car took off, through the field, refusing to stop.  The driver decides to dump the car and run, and this is what we hear –

Turns out it was a couple of 16 year olds trying to have a bit of fun.  Our young man might want to consider a new girlfriend, however.    He’s running through the countryside naked,  she gave him up without batting an eyelash, and her folks had to come pick her up.  Not a good night for him.  He’ll have a hell of a story to tell his grandkids, though.

Here’s a little longer version, with the Lieutenant chiming in on what is going on –


Friday Night, And The Living Is…

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It’s Friday!  Last night was quiet most of the shift, not a whole lot going on.  It will be interesting to see what happens tonight!  It’s the end of the week, the beginning of the weekend, and it’s been hot.  The perfect combination for nuttiness writ large.

This past week we’ve been dealing with a 5150.  He’s been calling numerous times, threatening us with lawsuits and dire consequences if we don’t deal with his issue.  (which involves NATIONAL SECURITY HARD DRIVES stolen from his home by other law enforcement agencies. The home he was evicted from.  Very strange)  My last interaction with him I told him we could not help him, and that if his issue involved NATIONAL SECURITY HARD DRIVES then he needed to call the FBI. He said he already called them,  and I’m sure they were less sympathetic than we’ve been.  Remember that line from MIB?  “The FBI does not have a sense of humor that we’re aware of”.   He would not stop his rant, so I finally hung up on him.  He called right back and some other dispatcher dealt with him.  He likes the women better,  and she was able to sweet talk him into calming down.

Anyway, it’s Friday night, and it’s my Friday night!  10 hours and then the weekend begins again.  I’m ready!

We Get Calls


Actual call last night:  woman says “I’ve lost my memory, and can’t find it”.

She wasn’t talking about computer parts.

We sent a cop.

It Was Nuckin’ Futs Last Night!

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I walk into dispatch at 1700 hours (5pm).  It’s moderately busy, but not bad.  I sit down at Channel 1, and prepare for my shift.  The first hour or so is not bad, I get my shift rostered, tell various Sargents about pending calls, and generally settle in for 5 to 7 hours of radio.

It didn’t take long for the fan to be hit.


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