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Audio of a Minneapolis police dispatcher was released this week, in which she told the department what happened, yet she was ignored and a false narrative pushed.
A Minneapolis police dispatcher tried to blow the whistle about the officer's excessive use of force during the murder of #GeorgeFloyd but she was fired!
One thing I despise is when channels couldn't care less about the role of dispatch. Zero awareness of what our job even entails. Do this, do that. Hello. Hello. VK did you get CCTV to review? Can you call for traffic control? Advise the DVSS? Put this back to pending? TRAP when you're ready? Clear and mobile, ready for next.
I like when it's fast, sure. It feels like driving a fast car. I feel good. But when it doesn't feel like the units are working with me and are rather just talking at me, I start finding the rhythm hard to grasp and it feels like a theme park ride going way too fast for my liking. It becomes physically impossible to keep up and it makes me feel like shit. You cannot ask me to do something if a unit has just asked me to do something. Do not make me create a TRAP or 730 just for you to immediately clear or give results. I will fucking lose my mind.
Driver: Oh, that UNIT BLOCK job isn't looking very good.
Me, scanning through it: Oof, true. Want me to do checks?
Driver:
Me:
Driver: Ah... if you can beat me to it.
Me, trying to speedrun checks: Oh fuck you, you got a headstart.
Driver, smug: Aaaand done.
Me, looking at the job: No that doesn't count, your checks are lazy checks.
Driver: No I hate the way you all do checks.
Me and Rain: What?!
Rain: The way you supervisors do checks doesn't make any sense.
Me: Ours make way more sense for dispatching!
Driver: Nah yours are shit.
Rain, bursting out laughing:
Me: No way! Fuck you.
Me and Rain: I'm hanging myself right now. /ref
All of us, nearly in tears laughing:
537: VK this is 537, log on when you're ready.
Me, after a bit: VK to 537, good morning! Go ahead with details when you're ready.
537: Good morning, we're strike force OP until 1400... uh... if you can log me on... Sorry— yeah— logon details when ready!
Me: You're alright, go ahead when you're ready.
537: Yeah sorry, need a coffee. Case officer NUMBER, second member PORTABLE— ...Case officer NUMBER with portable PORTABLE-08, [...]
Me: Copied all 537, have a good shift and a good coffee. :)
537, with the other members dying in the background: Hah, cheers mate, we'll see how it goes!
Driver, reading a job: "Wants Police to lock him up because he hurt the complainant's feelings"...
Ark: That's an offence!
Driver: You better be careful. If you hurt my feelings I'll lock you up.
Ark and I, laughing:
Driver: Goes both ways though. You could lock me up if I hurt your feelings.
Ark: Hahaha, I'll do a citizen's arrest.
Driver: No, no, you have power to arrest. In the eyes of the law you are a full Police officer.
Ark: Really?
Me: Ark, that's why we had to learn about Police powers and obligations in college.
Driver: You could put me in handcuffs.
Me: For arrest, or..?
Driver: No, for other things. I've got some pink fluffy ones.
Me, laughing:
Driver: You started it. Always in the gutter.
Me: I don't have Rain here to back me up!
UNIT: Sorry, I'm not trynna, obviously, piss people off, but it's... just... yeah. Of an urgent nature.
ME: All is good, I've written it down.
I just always found it funny that the unit was so hesitant to ask for the ambulance to hurry up. I remember thinking, mate, of all people, I think you are one of the few allowed to ask the ambulance to speed it up a little.
Lime: Am I good to log out?
Jen: Yup! Log off and nick off.
Lime: Log off, nick off. 🫡
Me: Logoffnickoff... Sounds like a Russian last name...
Lime: Logoff Nickoff.
Me: Logov Nikov!
Lime: Logoff Nickoffyabitch.
Me: Logov Nikovyavitch...
Lime, to a unit over the radio: Your job P number is, P for Potoroo, [...]
Driver, once Lime finished: What P word was that?
Lime: Potoroo. It's a small kangaroo.
Driver: What? You're making that up.
Lime: No, it's real.
Driver: You're spouting bullshit! That's not real. I'm looking this up.
Lime: Go ahead. It is most certainly not bullshit.
Driver: Sounds like bullshitting. If you're lying to me, you're going in the shift report.
Everyone, laughing:
Driver: And if I'm wrong, I'll put myself in the shift report. [...] "A small marsupial related to the kangaroo." Fucking hell, sounds made up.
Sailor: What word'll you use next week?
Rain: He was using 'pheromone' last week!
Driver: P for pedophile next week.
