911..How Can I?.....
by, 04-13-2016 at 10:32 AM (950 Views)
Ok...disclaimer first. I am not a 911 operator..Im a carpenter..this work is totally fiction!
I am currently in the profession of saving lives. I go to work and save freakin' lives. I am a virtual shield; a telephonic Thor, if you like?, to thousands of scared and incompetent people. My weapon of choice isn't a sawed off Winchester or Rick Grimes six-shooter. Nah, man. I'm strapped and riding dirty with a headset, yo.!
Every day I raise that sucker up, pause for a moment of clarity, and slowly lower it down onto my head and "[I]plug in[I]". Some days I sit right down and get at it. Other times, I remain standing at the console, arms folded and head ****ed, scowling with a ferocity only ever seen in Hugh Jackman promo photos.
Actually, it's like Road House, man. It's Road House and I'm Dalton without the winged-out perm.
I stand and I wait for someone to act a fool. It'll happen; it always does.
That's when I utter my Eastwoodesque catchphrase:
911, where do YOU need assistance?
That's right folks, I am one of the sometimes disillusioned yet endlessly friendly 911 dispatchers, and I am here to share some highlights for those who have always wanted to....go behind the mouthpiece.
That doesn't really sound good..does it?
How about,,, find out what's coming in my ear?
Christ, that's way worse!
We'll leave it at... hear all about the goofball loons that keep us employed., ok?
Today, I'm going to take you inside a dispatch center and give you an all-access pass into the world of talking weirdos out of doing dumb ****.
Think of me as Valentino. You remember him right? The Masked Magician who blew the whistle on every trick in the magician book? That's me without the Eyes Wide Shut orgy getup and sleight of hand. I've composed a list of frequent calls and situations that most times I defer from delving into. The thing is, it grates on a guy after a while... keeping it all in. The people want to know the truth!
Today folks, I put down the Magnificent Seven that I have all too often coped with on those dark and painfully annoying nights. Today is the day I face the dial tone, and come clean.
First and foremost, 98% (I'd check the stats for sure, but close enough) of the calls that come in are completely inane asshole bull****.
The other 2%, while serious in nature, are often times called in by frequent flying mouth breathers who couldn't learn a lesson if the booze they swilled was literally swamped with zip files of Asimov books.
3. Repeat Callers
In keeping with #2, there are far too many goofs that think if something big is going on right by the police station, a tac squad can be on scene faster than a wet fart hits the nose. They call back after 2 or 3 minutes: Where the hell are cops?? It's right behind the station!
I want to detail to them how these little black and white vehicles that they get into at the start of shift take them to places that are not inside the station. They do this crazy thing that has oftentimes been referred to as patrolling, and don't just convene in some non-existent holding room with their guns drawn and ****s hard, waiting for decency to be compromised.
It's like this: when I go to a ballgame and want a beer, am I more or less likely to get one if I go into the bowels of the stadium and stand by a locked cooler? I say less. Why is that? Because while I'm getting severe dry mouth over here, all the vendors are walking around the stands selling the f*cking beer!
4. Pretentious Entitled D*cks
There is a definite ideology of status among callers depending on the type of town they live in. I've worked at smaller agencies as well as a multi-jurisdictional conglomerate, and there has always been at least one sleepy little nothing town with obnoxious mini-mansions, earthy dog grooming shops, and new age yoga studios. All of them filled with entitled tw*ts who love to tell you how goddamn important they are; especially when reporting horsesh*t.
Now, if a person is in a serious bind, man I don't care who they are, I'm all in on getting them help ASAP. But when Mickey Moneybags ties up a 911 line to ***** and crow about kids playing soccer in a park, I struggle. Likewise, when the same old bat calls every day puking on about the 15 cars double parked in front of a school at 3 in the motherf*ckin' afternoon, the struggle is very real.
They also love to tell you who they are and what they do before they begin their ass-holic dissertation.
911 where do...
"Um, yes, this is the renowned Dr. Orenthal F. Bobnweave, the Pacific Northwest's top-rated proctologist in 2010 and 2013. I want to know WHY there's a beat-up heap of a van in front of my neighbor's house?"
Yeah Doc, just like we tell you every week, it's the HVAC guy that comes by to fellate your neighbor's pet orangutan. We don't come out for that kind of thing, ya know?
911, where do...
"Yes, I'm a lawyer and there is a tree limb with a leaf hanging so low it nearly grazed my Organza Yarn hat as I pass by...?"
All I want is this:
"Yeah, I shovel cowsh*t for a living, and there are two old codgers in the lot of the wrinkle ranch f*cking to beat the band in the back of a Pinto!"
"We'll be right there, good sir!"
5.Non Emergency Callers
Not everyone answers the phone like I do. Many ask where the emergency is, which is pretty much the same.
911, where is your emergency?
Well, it's not really an emergency, but....
It is unfathomable the amount of people that call 911 and the first thing out of their sewer is that wretched statement.
You know, I grew up in a major city, and it was so well known not to ever call 911 unless your balls were literally on fire, that it wasn't even taught. Believe it or not, every department in America has a 7-digit non-emergency number specifically designed for stray ****zu's and jackoff's who lock their car keys in the trunk.
The funny thing is, even back in the archaic 1990's, we had the wherewithal to find the local number. We'd break out those beastly yellow pages and cycle through it until we found the right department and proper district. And then BAM! into the number 10 save bank on the old cordless house phone it went. Ours was usually right after Grandma Annie's number.
These ass wipes today will follow up the not really an emergency with but I didn't know the number to non-emergency. I guess that's supposed to be some kind of pseudo-apology intended to make up for their bombastic level of laziness? Meanwhile, these pr*cks are on iPhones and Galaxies!
6. Wanna be Police Officers.
There are a whole hell of a lot of yahoos that think since they once watched a season of NCIS: Los Angeles it automatically authorizes them to communicate with some BS Hollywood cop speak.
"Yeah, I'm an off duty S.O. and..."
"A what now?"
"Oh, you know, security officer. Anyway, you gotta 10-50 that may end up as a 10-57 or could even be a 10-46 at the southeast quad of 21st and Butthurt. You need to get some equipment over here code!"
"Ahem...ok then. Is anyone hurt?"
"What? Just get a cruiser over here!"
I'm just going to say it....I hate this guy. He is an asshole; I guarantee it. In fact, his stupidity probably caused the 10-50 (car crash), or he is the offender in the 10-57 (hit and run), or maybe he even spun the other slob out of the road on the 10-46 (broken down car).
Go back to your Spongebob programme, pinhead.
7. Old People
The elderly call A LOT. But you know what? That's fine. There are few if any that don't have a soft spot for old folks.
The list could extend on and on, because every day at least two or three genuinely special members of society just have to call and say" hi!"
I guess I ought to thank them though. After all, they keep me employed and give me endless fodder. We have a lot of fun in this field, but we do care about the folks that call.
Sometimes you just need to vent some.
Gotta go....phone's ringing.
911, where do you...?