Bugger. Earlier this week in briefing my skipper dropped a bit of a bombshell. The top brass have decided my crew aren't getting enough detections. My new guv (more on him later) has put a lot of pressure on my skippers to get results. Threats of 'sticking them on' were apparently waved about - this is a discipline procedure, a warning system. Everybody thinks the new guv is a numpty, including his peers, who have raised concerns with the brass.
So, all is not well, morale is affected and we were told that the worst performing two would be shipped off to dreary admin roles.
Where does this leave me? Pissed right off, I can tell you. Rather than concentrating on learning the job, dealing with each incident on it's merits and employing best practice as I go, I now have to chase the detections along with all my colleagues. We're in effect in competition with eachother, which further affects morale. I left my previous career to escape the targets culture - I thought the police service was there to provide just that, a service.
I hope common sense will prevail, but it's not much hope.
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Tell me, does the name of our force have the letter L in it somewhere? This shit sounds familiar!
Like Blandshire! Your not in the same Force as Bloggs are you?
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