I just called my background investigator for the New York Police Department (NYPD) to let her know I am under medical review (or disqualification depending on how you look at it). I didn’t elaborate on it because the woman who is also a police officer asked her why I even called her to tell her this and then hung up the phone. Our conversation went something like this:
PO: ffdjklsdfkl;sdfl;sal;fkl;sdsda (some incoherent introduction)
Dick: Hi, is this Police Officer I_Don’t_Give_A_Crap?
PO: This is Police Officer I_Don’t_Give_A_Crap. Why are you calling me?
Dick: Police Officer I_Don’t_Give_A_Crap my name is Dick and I called to tell you I was assigned to you to do my background investigation.
PO: What is your exam number:
PO: We are not doing investigations for your exam until February. You won’t make the January class. I’ll call you back in February. Why are you calling me now?
Dick: Well I’m calling you because my letter says that I have to call you within ten business days. But I just wanted to let you know I am under medical review so I have to resolve that before I contact you.
PO: Okay then it’s not a problem then. Even if you resolve your medical it will still be in February. (phone hangs up)
Upon scouring the message boards for law enforcement I found several people in the same boat who are further along in the process for my exam number. I wish sometimes the people I actually talked to who are involved in recruiting or processing people for the armed or law enforcement services actually care [or pretended to care] about their jobs. How can I be motivated for the job I am about to undertake if you yourself don’t actually give a s**t?