Our classroom training was four months and we had nine months of probation. We would ride with a training officer until we were released to drive solo. For safety reasons, solo cars were not on the night shift unless necessary. (There had been some police corruption a few years prior to me joining the department; many officers went to jail but some residents of the city were still angry.)
Mike was on of the training officers and I had worked with him a few weeks ago. He was one of the few officers who would speak to me in a respectable manner. So man of the officers resented females breaking into their good ole' boys club they did not want to speak to me nor work with me. I had experienced the same discrimination in the academy, I was the only female in the class of 43 and most of them did not like it.
After roll call, we studied the board and reviewed the old wanted posters, and picked up the daily bulletin for the car and Mike took and extra one and put in his hat.
I followed Mike out of the back door to the parking lot to find our car blocked in and had to wait for the other officer to move his car. We loaded our brief cases in the back seat of the car and put our night sticks between the seat and the door. It was the best place for the stick. Mike looked at the gas tank and was pissed the day shift parked the car and did not gas up. Each car is to be gassed up when the shift ends. We did not have to go far because the gas pump was just outside of the back door of the district station.
Rae B. McCall -- After successfully suing the Denver Police Department, I was hired as a Police Women in 1973. I worked one year in Uniform Patrol, two years in Traffic Division and 3 Years in Vice and Narcotics where I worked undercover. I also traveled with the FBI, DEA, CBI and was on loan to other police departments in the metro Denver area. Inside Out is a book of true short stories of some of my undercover assignments. Purchase a copy through my website http://www.rmenterprisegroup.com.
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