Back In The Saddle
It's enjoyable at my new job.
My best cases, I can't now write about. (Ongoing case issues.)
My most pleasureable moments aren't much to write about, really.
Mostly, I've been riding around in my patrol car, and doing a little small-town policing. I've made a lot of personal contacts with the citizens, and we'll have to see what they think of me.
Some people have gone to jail.
Some people have received court summonses.
A lot of peoople have been issued written and/or verbal warnings.
I've written some reports that I'm actually pretty proud of. One of these has included a felony investigation that I'm planning on an arrest in, any day now.
As I took a guy in today for a foreign warrant arrest (nothing more, because I had suggested to the originating officer that we didn't need to charge the kid for the onsite "weapons" charge that he saw), it occured to me: I'm back in the saddle. Today I made the most citizen contacts, good and bad, that I've made since putting the cop job back on.
And, at the end of the day, drinking coffee with my relief at shift change, I felt a distinct feeling of attachment to the community. I felt loyal. Like I had helped it a little. This may be the best (working) day I've had in a year or two, and I didn't even make an arrest (That trip to jail was to book in another officer's arrestee.).