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wheelsy_sheriff) wrote2010-01-13 01:50 am
wheelsy_sheriff) wrote2010-01-13 01:50 am
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["Have a good day, you two."]
The first five or ten minutes of arriving at the station had been great.
Bill was reinstated, got his badge and his gun back, and received plenty of congratulations and welcome backs from everybody. The excitement and nerves he'd been feeling about this day finally seemed to mellow out, and he just felt great being back where he belonged.
After the initial reception, though, things turned downhill.
Half the day had been consumed by paperwork. Forms he needed to fill out for duty, paperwork Dave didn't (or couldn't) do, requisitions that had been waiting forever, reports, duty roster, messages; all the things that make the job way too tedious for Bill's liking.
After lunch at the diner Bill finally got out of the station with Dave.
Things didn't get much better.
They broke up a shouting match between a couple in the middle of the laundromat; picked up a loose goat and took him back where it belonged, only to find the animal had left something behind on the back seat; and hauled in a disgruntled, and very drunk, old man for public intoxication, which resulted in both Dave and Bill reeking of cheap vodka.
The shift was almost over when the call came in about trouble at Mrs. Freeda's place.
"Great, wonder what it is this time," Bill mutters as he turns the cruiser around and heads for Mrs. Freeda's.
The first five or ten minutes of arriving at the station had been great.
Bill was reinstated, got his badge and his gun back, and received plenty of congratulations and welcome backs from everybody. The excitement and nerves he'd been feeling about this day finally seemed to mellow out, and he just felt great being back where he belonged.
After the initial reception, though, things turned downhill.
Half the day had been consumed by paperwork. Forms he needed to fill out for duty, paperwork Dave didn't (or couldn't) do, requisitions that had been waiting forever, reports, duty roster, messages; all the things that make the job way too tedious for Bill's liking.
After lunch at the diner Bill finally got out of the station with Dave.
Things didn't get much better.
They broke up a shouting match between a couple in the middle of the laundromat; picked up a loose goat and took him back where it belonged, only to find the animal had left something behind on the back seat; and hauled in a disgruntled, and very drunk, old man for public intoxication, which resulted in both Dave and Bill reeking of cheap vodka.
The shift was almost over when the call came in about trouble at Mrs. Freeda's place.
"Great, wonder what it is this time," Bill mutters as he turns the cruiser around and heads for Mrs. Freeda's.