What a day

I already posted this blog, but Nicole wanted me to add a little bit about Topanga Division. As some of you may know, I started my career at North Hollywood. I then went to Southeast Division and enjoyed my time there. When Nikki and I bought our home in Lancaster, I transferred to Van Nuys Division in the San Fernando Valley. I stayed there for three years, filled with lots of ups and downs. As of january 4th, I am working at Topanga Division. The department just opened it's two most recent Divisions, Olympic, and Topanga. I put it for this spot almost 8 months ago, hoping to be able to get in to a new station. So now I work in the farthest West Division of the Department. Which means I am as close to home as I can be. I went from driving 61 miles each way, to now driving 20 miles each way. And it's nice to be able to take showers here in the new station, without the moths and fleas, and other creepy crawlies that were always present at Van Nuys Station. Some might think I'm a bit OCD the way I constantly clean the locker room and bathroom area. Nicole is propably thinking I'm full of it right now because I never help her with the bathroom's at home. But here, knowing how Officers treat the stations, and it being so nice and shiny, I just can't help myself. I get ready here in the morning so I don't wake up Nicole, that includes doing my hair, shaving, getting dressed in uniform, etc. So while I'm getting ready, other Officers are using the sinks at the same time. Water spilling on the floors, hair shavings in the sinks, etc. So I simply get some paper towels and begin wiping up there mess, while they are still in the process of ruining the nice new feel to the station. Anyways, that's what is going on with me in the recent past. Now I am just anxiously awaiting our new little boys arrival.




I am sitting here inside the Topanga Station, listening to my partner try to explain something to a citizen. It amazes me how much people let there kids go through in order to try and "get back" at there ex's. This woman is here to pick up her 3 1/2 year old daughter from her ex-husband. He is not here however, and is now approximately 38 minutes late. My partner called the husband to ask him why he hasn't showed up to drop off his daughter. He said his car is broken down so he has no way of getting here to drop her off. So, my partner tells the woman, I know your court order says that he has to drop off your daughter here, however, he is unable to do so today due to car trouble. You may drive to his residence and pick up your 3 1/2 year old little girl if you would like. Your ex-husband has agreed to this. Instead of saying, "okay!" and leaving, she gets angry and decides that she does not want to drive the extra 5 minutes to get her daughter. Instead, she wants my partner to take a report for "Violation of a Court Order". She was informed by my partner that her ex's other child has a doctors appointment at 8:30, so if she wants to see her daughter, she needs to come and get her before he leaves. But again, rather than going and getting her little girl, she just wanted a report. So much love for there children it's amazing. And you wonder why the institution of the family is going down the drain.
PS. I did not do anything close to what is pictured above today.