Transfer Time?

So today I submitted my transfer papers to my Lt. so I can be transferred AWAY from him and my bitchy Sgt. Before I did so I composed an email to my Lt. saying that I did not appreciate their asshole-ism (I didn't state it that way literally but figuratively). They apparently feel that they were the victims of malicious and deliberate obfuscation and want to publicly blame me for it, so screw them and their psychological issues.

This all stemmed from the incident on Christmas Eve when I drove my fellow deputy to the hospital after he got bit in the face by a rottweiler. Yes dear readers, some of us are still obsessing over this...????? Jesus H. Tapdancing Christ! I thought this was resolved a month ago. I took my bitchy Sgt.'s lecture and beratement on Christmas day (her attitude towards me, even though she did admit that I had done nothing wrong, seemed to be, well, you did nothing wrong and you don't deserve a lecture but I'm gonna give one to you anyway) and even though I didn't appreciate it--none!--I simply let it go. And moved on with my life as I got way bigger fish to fry than that worthless bitch. She and the Lt. were just, as S likes to say, "butt-hurt" b/c they got phone calls about it and they didn't know what had happened--and the reason they didn't know what happened is b/c I did not tell them what happened and the reason I did not tell them what happened is b/c there was nothing to tell! Yes, it was a major incident. YES, ***I, DEPUTY ADELA*** WAS ***NOT*** INVOLVED BEYOND DRIVING THE POOR KID TO THE HOSPITAL AND STAYING WITH HIM AND SQUEEZING HIS HAND WHILE HE GOT SHOTS IN THE FACE. The. END!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Cut to our monthly meeting last night. Even S was there so he could meet our new Chief, check on the status of his application, and disseminate some police package motorcycle flyers from his work. We were in our section meetings which follow the general meeting. My Lt. and Sgt. were standing together, addressing us on several items, when all of a sudden out of left fuckin' field comes that damn dog incident again!!! They warned us all that if we were involved in anything major that we needed to notify them immediately. Then, I couldn't believe it--I was stunned--my Lt. says, in front of everyone, "Adela was involved in a dog bite incident and we didn't know about it." Everyone looks at me. I was shocked and appalled. Bitchy Sgt. then goes on to say how they look bad when they get calls from "up above" and don't know what's going on. This goes on for another couple of minutes and I was just horrified. Finally, the capper: Lt. looks me right in the eye and lies to me. He says, "The call I got initially was that you were the one that was dog bit." That is so untrue I can't even fathom it b/c I had told Mudflap what happened; Mudflap told KM, incidentally who is now our new Chief as of Jan. 1, what happened; then later on that day I told KM directly what happened. I KNOW neither of them got the story wrong and neither of the full-time Sergeants got the story wrong b/c they were both there with us at the hospital. So who else from "up above" could have possibly called him? Liar. Hysterical exaggerator. Drama queen!

As I told the Lt. in my letter, "If the rumor mill got out of control, that is certainly not my fault." Bottom line is, I did nothing wrong, I committed no breach of reporting procedure (b/c again, I was NOT involved), I broke no chain of command, I did nothing wrong. They just had hurt feelings b/c I had not called them up like we're all buddies or something and told them all the minuscule details about my night out on patrol. Get lives! Get bent! Get *&%^ed! And to UNFAIRLY make an example out of me at the meeting in front of my husband and my peers, leading everyone to wonder what I did that was so wrong, that was wrong indeed and I am finished with those pieces of shit. Because frankly, now it is no longer safe for me to work with them. If we're out on the street together and they need help, I cannot guarantee that any will be available from me.

So now the waiting begins. If I get any resistance at all on my transfer request, if I hear any lip from anyone about this, I am unfortunately going to have to go talk to KM, our new Chief. Last night he brought the new Sheriff to talk to us at the meeting (we were all pretty impressed, truthfully) and said that he has an open door policy. And after all, KM was the one that kind of started this shit storm and created this mess for me in the first place since he is so tight with the Sheriff and Mudflap, who was the one that brought this incident to KM's attention b/c he was bragging about me! I have asked to be transferred to District 2, which is northeast Houston. I will be under the command of my former Sgt., my good buddy. This is also the territory that holds the infamous Mexican flea markets where Mudflap and I worked many a happy shift from 2007-2008. I would rather not leave my district, but I refuse to work under those 2 little petty bitches any longer.

Siiiiiiiiigggghhhhh. I am having major computer problems at Job #1. I took yesterday off b/c I had to go do library research instruction for the new studes at Job #2. That was very painful since the first of the 2 instruction sessions took place at 7:15 in the freakin' a.m. It was horrible being awake and working at that hour. I did a 2nd session at noon which is a much more decent hour. I took a brief lunch and let myself get off at 3:30 pm, at which time I decided I deserved a treat and I took myself out on a date to see the 4:15 showing of Milk, which I'd been dying to see. It was sublime! It was fun getting away in the afternoon! And I was done with the movie at 6:30, just in time to run to the Reserve sheriff's meeting from HELL.

Today S took my car to get something fixed again. I am tired and stressed from paying hundreds of dollars on car repair which we can ill afford. I picked him up for lunch and we had Vietnamese which was good food but communication and conversation between us was strained. S and I are still trying to find a new marriage counselor and believe me, we need it. I have to admit, these past few days have been so incredibly trying. Today I was contemplating either booze or Valium to help ease the pain. I'm not feeling desperate yet but I'm seriously wondering how much more I can take. I do desperately need some mental health days off from work b/c the stress is manifesting itself in several disturbing physical ways, (I may have to see a doctor yet) but there really is just no convenient time to do so as I have got some major responsibilities both this week and next. I don't want the booze or the Valium. I'd rather take myself to go see some of these Oscar contenders and, as the song says, "make the world go away."