Sunday May 12th, 2019 was the first day of National Law Enforcement Appreciation Week. It’s one week set aside and dedicated to show appreciation for those who currently walk the Thin Blue Line and to remember those who defended the Line and paid the ultimate price.
A simple thank you is never enough, in my opinion. Law enforcement across the country has it rough. Every movement and decision they make is constantly under the microscope. Armchair quarterbacks across the country weigh in with their “shoulda, woulda, coulda’s” all of the time.
I, for one, am extremely thankful. I see the dedication and pride behind the badge. I wore the badge and know first hand the responsibilities that come with it. To those of you out there keeping watch, “Thank You”. Your vigilance doesn’t go unnoticed. Your sacrifices are widely known. Your scars are not for nothing. You are all heroes and sheroes.
To those that paid the ultimate price and laid down their life so that another may live, we can never repay you. Your memory will live on forever and your legacy will remain.
For the families of those watching the herd, “Thank You.” Take care of your officers! We know you have their six at home!
Though a simple thank you doesn’t feel like enough, it sure goes a long way!
**Just a quick heads up! This post about a new logo & a t-shirt campaign to go with it contains links to outside sources. If you click and order, it won’t cost you a thing, but I will get a portion of the sales! I meaaaan, let’s be honest, any profits that I make are going to go to filling in that wage gap that us dispatchers have and I have some extensive yard projects going on. So, help a sister out!**
On a whim, I decided to commission myself a new little logo & a t-shirt campaign to go with it. The designer at www.Fiverr.com was pretty darn awesome to work with. I wanted simple and vintage-y. He delivered! I can confidently recommend using Fiverr to anybody who needs some creative work done! I’m feeling all official now!
After sharing the new logo with some co-workers, we figured that the design would make for some cute stickers decals and t-shirts! So that’s just what we’re doing. From now until May 24th, 2019 you can order one of these pretty sweet t-shirts! I picked some different Ts and Hoodies so there are plenty of options available with lots of colors to choose from! To snag one of your own go to https://www.bonfire.com/the-salty-dispatcher/
My new blog project is starting to feel real! This might turn into a decent little hobby! It feels like a new beginning. And we all know that new beginnings are a chance to start over new and create something fresh. Plus, we already know it’s definitely cheaper than therapy. I’m kinda digging this!
“It’s never too late to become who you want to be. I hope you live a life that you’re proud of, and if you find that you’re not, I hope you have the strength to start over.”
NOTHING, and I mean NOTHING strikes more anger at the heart and soul of a dispatcher than that phrase. We’re there. Every call. Before our police friends, fire friends, or paramedics make scene. We’re there when the situation is chaotic. We hear the screams for help from the mother after she found her 2 month old blue and unresponsive in bed. We hear the pleas from a husband of 50 years for his wife to start breathing. We hear as that same husband apologizes profusely to his beautiful bride for everything he’s ever done that maybe wasn’t right by her. We hear him say he hasn’t had enough time with her yet through sobs and attempts at CPR compressions. We hear those agonal breaths and we know that at that point unless a miracle walks through that door fast with an AED and whole lotta support from the great God above, we’re just there on that phone for moral support. We talk suicidal people off of their ledge. We make friends in those brief, but intense phone calls. We listen intently hoping to hear any kind of clue through screams of horror as a mad gunman breaks into a house and starts popping off rounds. We hear the shots being fired at our officers right before they pay the ultimate price. We aren’t secretaries. We aren’t JUST DISPATCHERS. We have the PTSD scars to prove it. Each one of us has calls that we carry with us. The sounds of our worst calls forever burned to memory. Some nights I dream of calls I’ve taken like I’m sure many others like me do. We may not be on the scene, but we’re there. 24/7/365. To those of you walking the gold line and sitting in that hot seat on a daily basis. Keep rocking it out. Someday you’ll be recognized as more than a clerical position and maybe your pay will start to reflect that! Like one of my favorite podcasts says #IAM911. Wear the badge proudly.
At first I was a patrol officer. The ONLY female on in my entire county. I loved my job and I loved the guys I worked with. They were family and have never treated me as anything other than family. When I resigned from my police job due to health reasons, I was GIVEN a position in a dispatch center. Dispatch was NEVER something I wanted or planned on doing. I’m hard headed, stubborn, and opinionated. Overly-polite customer service was never my strong point. I KNEW I could do the job. I figured it would be easy. And it was. But when I started in the dispatch center, I was told, “Stay away from the officers.” Something that had NEVER been said to me before. Most simply because I was one of them, a member of the blue line family. To be quite frank, I was never a fan of dispatchers and often wondered what dispatchers thought of those of us on the road. I found out quickly. VERY quickly. Dispatchers LOVE their officers. Some more so than others. And some dispatchers LOVE their officers when they probably shouldn’t.
Clearly, I also got sucked into the dispatcher/LEO love cycle. It’s ok, though! I was single and he was single. He saw me one night and told his intern he was going to marry me. Months later we’re friends and he asked me out on a date. It very well may have been my favorite date ever. And I loved it even more because it was my last first date (fingers crossed). What we have works. I vent to him about work and he vents to me. Nothing stays bottled up. He gets valid suggestions about what to do in certain situations and I get the same from him. I honestly think that having each other has saved us both from having astronomically high therapy bills, because let’s be honest, there’s a fair amount of PTSD and trauma that’s been had by both of us. We’re both flawed. Perfectly flawed. I’m beyond thankful and blessed to have him to lean on in hard times. He is my rock.
I understand fully that he’ll miss special days; birthdays, dinners, anniversaries, holidays, etc. He knows I’ll also miss important dates. We’re both fine with this. I realize the dangers of his job. I’ve managed to remain calm after every one of his, “There’s a barricaded subject shooting at people and I’m my way over there” or “I’m on my way to a high profile search warrant” text messages. I still feel massive relief when he comes home after one of those call-outs at 2AM and I hear footsteps on the floor and velcro coming undone. Being a LEOWife is definitely not for the faint of heart. I know that I’ll always have to sit with my back to the rest of the room because he has to have the tactical seat where he can see the door and everything happening. I know I’ll always have to take the seat on his non-gun side… Just in case. I know there will be phone calls in the middle of the night for crime scene call-outs. We all know the not-so-fun parts, the idiosyncrasies of the job. They’re minor inconveniences. To those of you that toe that thin blue line behind your LEOs, STAND TALL AND STAY STRONG! You have no idea how much your other half needs your strength. And as always; if anybody needs to bend an ear or needs an impartial opinion, feel free to message me!
Greetings! Welcome to my blog! Just a small, short introduction to my ramblings; I’m a 9-1-1 dispatcher by trade. I work for a medium sized agency. We stay busy, I stay salty. I’m also a LEO wife, former police officer, former jail sergeant, fur mom, aunt, daughter, cousin, friend, etc. I carry many titles. I have many hobbies, many of which I’ll probably showcase at times. I love grilling and smoking meats. I am a cookie baker (namely stuff that has sprinkles, icing, or Snickerdoodles because of my nieces, aka baking assistants requests) and sometimes throw in other fancy baked goods. I’m a jack-of-all-trades. I love Jesus, but I have a filthy mouth. My husband is my world. My sense of humor is dry and twisted. My opinions are strong; and because of that, I’ll try to remain as secretive as possible! I’ll probably make a few people mad along the way, but I’ll probably make more laugh. At least I hope so! The plan for this blog (cheap therapy) is to post about random things from life; funny, sad, angry, twisted, etc. One thing I can promise, it will all be real! Happy browsing!