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I'm back hale and well from ACUS. To address the immediate wonderings I fancy [livejournal.com profile] kittentikka and [livejournal.com profile] a2macgeek may hold: I made my flight fine. Even though I got to the ticket counter after the 45-minute cutoff, the Frontier lady was on my side, "Here are the directions to the gate, go! Move as quickly as you can!" This is why Frontier is a good airline, unlike United, may its name moulder in infamy.

ACUS was great fun. Slowly I will work on getting the quotes and report out. In the meantime, there are a couple questions I've been meaning to put to you all.

For today, I'll start with the most dramatic: I'm considering becoming a cop. What are your thoughts on the job, and my potential relation to it?

I'm bored with my current job, having conquered all its challenges a year and a half ago. (Currently, I'm a tech at a research institute, tracking mice for alcoholism studies. This came about because I got a degree in biology with the intention of being a genetic engineer, and then found this job, listed as genetic engineering on mice. And having tried it, it's not really what I want to do.)

The vague plan was to keep the current job, build up money, and use the free off-hours to start a business. No movement has been occurring on that so far, however. Then I came across an article in the paper about how Oakland is frantically scrambling to find and train police officers. Pay while in the academy is listed at $62,245, and then $69,162, rising to $87,172 after three years (or possibly one if they really scramble).

Currently I make about $38,500 (I still need to do taxes, ai!). I have enough to live on and put stuff aside and buy pretty much anything I want. In part this is because I don't want much. I thank all my cheap ancestors. ;) Still, another (guessing) $15,000 a year after taxes could put me on the path to having a down payment for a house in a few years, which would be nice... Then I could pour all my money into things like insulation and roof repairs and shed building. Yeehaw! (Yeah, all of you who don't live in the Bay Area where the median house costs $637,000, laugh it up, furballs...)

As to the job itself, I looked into the details as far as I could find on the web. Looks like the work week is generally 4 consecutive days of 10 hours each. Shifts and patrol areas are chosen in a yearly drawing based on seniority. The FAQ says "days off" are drawn, too... I suppose that means Christmas and Thanksgiving are for the less senior people to work. Hopefully it doesn't mean that I'd have to know all the vacation I was taking a year or more in advance. Mom points out that since the department is understaffed I'd probably be in for mandatory overtime; I wonder if I'd have control over when that was scheduled.

Reasons I'd want to do it: I imagine it'd be different things every day. I'd get to help people and be decent in times of stress. I like driving around. I could nail people for the things I personally find reprehensibly dangerous, like tailgating. I like Oakland, and it'd be nice to give back. If the work environment was welcoming, the congeniality of it sounds appealing. It'd be good fodder for stories, or if I ever wanted to go into politics. I'm already planning to be a rock of prepared stability during a major earthquake or disaster, so the job is sort of a natural for me when it comes to that. Three-day weekends would let me get a ton more done.

Reasons I'd perhaps not want to do it: Largest on the list is the potential for a work environment dominated by macho pinheads. Hopefully in a big diverse liberal-ish city like Oakland that wouldn't be so much a problem. Mary points out that I'd run into crap from the people I'd be arresting regardless of whether the other cops were cool or not. I'd have to get in shape, though that would be good for me anyway. People would always drive slow around my car. My job might alarm people I'd randomly converse with.

I surely have not thought of all the aspects, and you folks are clever and varied. What do you think?

Date: 2006-04-05 09:59 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] zdashamber.livejournal.com
I think Irene's about my height/weight...

Anyway, my plan for an actual fight with someone your size involves subterfuge and eyeball crushing. It's probably not applicable to sparring, or most police work. I get the impression they teach techniques that are acceptable.

Date: 2006-04-05 10:17 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] cochese.livejournal.com
Irene's probably your build. She also has a strong "I can kick your ass vibe." I don't honestly have any thing to indicate that she *could* kick my ass. I just get the sensation that she could. A lot of that is probably attitude. I seem to recall her saying there's a lot of fights she couldn't win, but there's a lot of attitude.

Irene is also a very small, tight bundle of muscle.

Again, my general thought is: You may be attacked by someone much bigger than you. I imagine with discipline and training, you can learn to defend against that. But the bigger question is: Are you comfortable with that?

Date: 2006-04-05 11:14 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] miabarimen.livejournal.com
I think you're a little taller than I am, but yeah, we're about the same build. As re cochese's remark: if I got in first, yes I quite possibly could win, but if not, well, height, weight and reach do make a difference. On the other hand, tazer and a uniform make a difference too. I worked security for heavy metal concerts before I ever had a black belt, maintaining order purely by force of personality.

In other words, I'm a class-A bitch.

Date: 2006-04-06 12:20 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] cochese.livejournal.com
But a sexy class-A bitch!

Date: 2006-04-06 12:19 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ameer-tavakoli.livejournal.com
::laughs::

Yeah, when I describe you to other people, the first words out of my mouth are, "she can kick my butt" (editor's note: verbiage cleaned up for those reading this at work ... though if you are reading this at work, you are a slacker).

The seconds words out of my mouth are, "and she can totally drink me and almost everyone else I know under the table."

Wait a minute ... is this a toast or a roast? I always get those confused.

Date: 2006-04-06 05:42 pm (UTC)

Date: 2006-04-07 03:12 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] zdashamber.livejournal.com
Dude, first in warfare and endurance? Unfair...
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