I left the CHP for undercover work becoming a Special Agent with the California Department of Justice. Move over Crockett and Tubbs. My first day with DOJ I was handed state credit cards, a pager, keys to my take home undercover (U/C) vehicle and
The year was 1990 they gave me a POS* (Piece of Sh%t) 1983 big ass ugly car.
Where the hell was my Ferrari? Hell, Tubbs at least received a classic Cadi.
At that heart sinking moment I realized not only did the CHP recruiters lie to me about getting to use personal water craft and dune buggies during patrol, now I find the DOJ people were also less than honest about my U/C hoop-die and live aboard yacht. To be honest it wasn't the things it was not getting the alligator that ticked me off.
Well, I will be around sharing insights into the scary mind of a former female cop. If you have questions I will do my best to answer them. I don't promise to answer every question (I do have a life), but I will do my best.
I only have a couple of rules. Hey it's my blog.
I'm not here to take the hit for your last unfair speeding ticket nor am I here to let you slam the boys and girls working to keep our streets safe. Life is not fair. Guess what? Cops are human.
So let's all play nice and I won't have to delete you. They took away my rubber hose when they retired me.