I miss being a cop
Just writing this and I am not sure as to whether it will go live onto my blog or not. I do not want to appear doom and gloom but looking through my Facebook feed for the first time today has triggered all sorts of feelings and emotions. It reminds me of my blog titled ‘December’ as I see all of my friends and work colleagues enjoying themselves (or appearing to) at Christmas ‘do’s’. Whilst I am not fussed about being out drinking (in fact this is my worst nightmare) it is the people who I have met through the ‘job’ which has brought back so many memories.
I miss my job, I miss being a Police Officer but I am confused about what my head is doing. Tonight is one of the busiest nights of the year for the emergency services and I miss those times working as a response officer in Cardiff City Centre. At the time, I would have moaned that I was cold and fed up at 3am as people dropped their chips on the floor and all I could think about was my warm bed which would have to wait until sometime after 7am.
I feel like I am letting the side down by not being there to help colleagues. It’s a strange feeling of being lost and not being part of the team.