J-Fed old boy, you want to handle this one? We know your head is reeling from the fact she had dope, guns and a convicted gangster stored at a condo in her name, but isn't this a little over the top?
- Aunt B Cuello showed up at the Academy the other nite in civies and no id card.
F/1 at the desk refused her entry.
F/1 now dumped.
Hey B is you make a rule, try to follow it yourself!
- CPD policy states that every officer in plain cloths WILL wear their department I.D. when in a police facility, unless your aunt B the deputy superintendent.
Aunt B comes over the the academy late Wednesday afternoon and is instructed by the female security officer she needs to wear her department I.D. as the signs states when you first walk into the building. Aunt B has no I.D. on her person. Well the security officer is doing her job by the book and the two start to exchange a few words. (the female doesn't know who B is) Aunt B is escorted into the building by a sergeant anyway.
On the way out Aunt B reams the female officer with Maria Maher type screaming and by Friday the female officer is dumped to 004.
Some reward for doing your job by enforcing our policy.
It's the little crap like this that completely undermines anything that comes out of your mouth. Oh, who are we kidding, it's the big stuff, too. And the idiots you surround yourself with.
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