Teaching Four RulesPosted: January 3, 2012
The phone rang while I was home on Friday morning. It was my partner from work. I had a note to myself to call him, but he beat me to it. I made a note to kick my own butt after the call was over for allowing that to happen.
“How ya healin’? Did the surgery work?” I told him things were going well, that the surgery was like turning off a pain switch and having two weeks away from the office was a really nice side effect. “I owed you a call before you called me, man, today is big.” He admitted it sort of was.
Our job was to manage a shift of fifteen people. The manager who put us together expected me to fix my new partner. I didn’t really see the need.
After a few days of working together we decided to sit down and figure out what we were doing. We ended up agreeing that it was important that:
- our people went home safe
- that they did the job well
- we remember that crap flows down hill
- keeping crap off people’s backs leads to #2
We had a pretty good run. For eleven years, our shift ran the way it should. Things were done right. Our people were happy and safe. It showed in their work. It still shows.
Next Monday, I will go back to work. I’ll have a new partner and two years to teach him four rules.
More often than not, you don’t hear much about individuals in my occupation unless they do something to become everyone’s stereotypical bad cop. Perhaps it is a tribute to my partner that he came and left like a breeze. He wasn’t there, then he was, now he’s gone.
Friday was a big day because it was his retirement day. He got out safely.
Well done, man, well done. I’m next.