I sat here for about 5 minutes thinking of a title.

The curse of the perfectionist.
Have you ever just stopped doing something or not even tried to do something because you see that something being done better by someone else and you know you will not be as good as they are at whatever it may be? Holy crap! That sounds kind of like me. It’s always like all or nothing. No grey area. I think that is why I have not been keeping this up to date. Well, today I decided that I don’t care if my thing is not the best or wittiest or funniest or smartest or whateverest. I think I had forgotten why I originally started writing “the idiot book” and just remembered today.
With that out of the way, let me tell what is going on.
Today I applied to a couple of sheriff offices here in So. California. I applied for Cadet/Deputy Trainee positions. “What?” You may be asking yourself. “I though he was going to school for like a CSI type thing, but more awesome judging by the way he described it.” Yes. That is correct.
Funny story.
When I first decided to go to college as a young buck, I was looking at the course catalog and out of everything the school offered, I was really attracted to the idea of learning about police work. I couldn’t understand why, I didn’t even know what I wanted to learn about it. For those of you who knew me back then probably understand why I couldn’t understand why I wanted to learn about being a police officer.
Maybe that is why this is a funny story. I don’t know, whatever.
My first semester of college I took: Intro to Criminal Justice, Intro to Corrections, and Criminology. No generals, just majors. By the end of my first semester I had decided that I wanted to be involved in criminal investigations. I thought the coolest job in the world would be as a Police Detective working vice or on the Gang Unit or something like that. It was really kind of weird explaining to my buddies that I may one day have to arrest them for what they are doing, and chose not to do what they are doing for that reason, if I get arrested I may not be able to do what I really want to do when I grow up.
Fast forward about five years.
I married a beautiful woman who said I could do anything with my life except be a cop. This was based on her experience living with policemen. Okay. That was a compromise I was willing to make. It has been worth it. During one of the many conversations I had with my beautiful wife about our future she asked:
“Seriously, do you want to be cop?”
“yes. Pretty much the only thing I ever wanted to be more than a cop is married to you forever.”
“hmmkay. Let’s talk about it.”
Later that week after much discussion, I got it. I got permission to be a sworn officer of the law. I was so excited about this that I forgot to get it writing. I should have, but I was too excited. The best part about it is that at least 75% of police agencies in the U.S. have sworn officers do double duty as a Patrol and Scene officer. Woo Woo. Seriously. My two favorite fascinations in one job.
Although I bet I could go on about much more, I think this is enough for tonight.
-p