It’s true. Not for twice my salary. Throughout my career I have found two groups of individuals who have thankless, low-paying, difficult, and absolutely critical jobs. The first are 9-1-1 dispatchers. Think about this; they have to deal with all the idiocy that is my job, and yet they have no recourse. No arrests, no pepper spray, no “driving away” because this moron won’t shut up. They just get to listen. And to boot, it is all on tape for later evaluation. Brutal.
I suspect there are lots of posts on lots of blogs about this anniversary. I won’t dwell on the loss to our country or way of life that day. Enough said. I do want to spend a moment talking about a friend. He consistently asks to stay anonymous, so I respect that request.
This friend worked the command posts at ground zero in New York. He knows all there is to know about emergency large-scale police operations. He also wrote the book on hazardous materials. No, really — he wrote the book. This is critical to my story because he knew exactly what he was breathing in those first 5 days. He knew, but he stayed. They all stayed. Continue Reading