Monday, March 19, 2007

And then...

Ten weeks on.

The end of my formal tutorship.

Incidents, files, late nights, stress.

Everything building to a crescendo.

A whole bunch of signatures and cross-referencing of my portfolio.

And then...

Tutor: "Right, and now you're on independent."

Me: "Oh." [Pause] "I mean, wow! Brilliant... Thanks! But oh... Shit."

*Tutor grins*

A few nights double-crewing with colleagues until I have my one-day driving course, and then I'm allowed out by myself. In a police car. To cause havoc on the streets.

Just me. In uniform. Alone. On the end of a radio.

That sound you hear is the wind whistling past; having been pushed of the ledge and expected to fly.

Better start flapping.

And soon.


Inspector Monkfish said...

Is it a bird?

Is it a plane?


Roses said...

The thing is, you can flap, or you can keep your wings spread and allow the wind to carry you. The ground is not your enemy, any more than the sky. If you get tired, pick a tree and hang out for a bit before you take to the sky again.

Eagles fly honey, that's what they're supposed to do. You're a PC, that's what you do.

Anonymous said...

yay! well done you!

Gwyneth said...

Ing, you do it!!! I am so proud of you! Life changing seems a bit of an understatement, but really - what a whirlwind. Stay strong and safe, and I am always wishing you the best.