written by unlikely cop from Unlikely Cop
Anyway, after the overwhelming generosity of the last post, back to things more rant-worthy.
There are stats out to say that as a country we are taking more sick days. Does anyone else out there find this surprising? Not me!
I remember being bright-eyed and willing. Unstoppable even. And not that long ago. But not any more.
I have always prided myself, whatever the illness, on working to the bitter end and only wimps went home to be poorly. This was nothing special and others were just as stubborn. It comes from a sense of pride and maybe a little guilt in not letting the team down.
I had an operation only a few years ago (and relevant to my previously mentioned tormentor, no, I wasn’t shot). It kept me off the streets for a few months. Later I had a bit of a scrap, which meant another few months off the streets.
On both occasions I was fighting to get back to work. I spent time on each occasion behind a desk at the first opportunity. The first recovery period I was allowed a certain amount of free will and interviewed the odd suspect, took statements and filled a few forms etc. Generally was as useful as a non-combatant could be. I was allowed to judge what jobs I could do etc.
By the time of the second stint in dry-dock the Injury Lawyers had taken over. No taking fingerprints, photos, interviews. I got bollocked for going out in an un-marked car and taking a statement from a victim. Why? Not because I had taken the car… I had permission for that. No, I got it in the neck because I had met with a member of the public and might have had a confrontation. This was a victim remember. She wanted me to be there. It was even the sort of house that I could have a cup of tea and how rare are they???
A bit of time passed and I got the flu. Not a huge dose but enough that I was definitely not firing on all four cylinders. Worn out just before rest days I was seen to be too long in one place at the end of the day and berated for not pulling my weight.
Low morale evident after years of constant change resulting in huge increases in bureaucracy with a relevant decrease in discretion, the willingness of those in charge to hang us out to dry if a mistake is made, the constant covering of arses and a lack of corporate backbone. And we all are supposed to know everything. Miss something and you get thumped for it, even if you have good reason. Even if you have never heard of the problem before. And we all make mistakes, it’s just what happens.
But the upshot is that too many of us are under-valued and over-worked which means that I don’t want to do the job till I burn out anymore. It is just not worth wearing myself out over. And it used to be.
Anecdotally at least, we are not the only ones. Everyone, especially those employed by the various authorities, seems to be in the same boat. A leaky one with one paddle going round in ever decreasing circles.
Now, if I have flu, I take time off. I don’t like letting the team down but there is no thanks for working until you drop.
That’s what happens when you work in a world where you are only as good as your last mistake
The original post can be found http://unlikelycop.blogspot.com/2007/04/world-ended-and-no-one-noticed.html