There is another option for me in the immediate future. There is another department. Their PFT is more of a military style (running, situps, pushups, etc.) and not an obstacle course. That sort of stuff is pretty easy, particularly because I can train for every single requirement right at home without first visiting the lumber yard. Actually, I outdid their requirements Monday morning when I went out to exercise. They test every month, the compensation and benefits are competitive, and they're constantly hiring. Sounds good, no?
Problem: It's Dallas.
Dad was an officer there. A high-ranking officer. Dad resigned in haste. Dad may or may not have been using city resources to start his law firm. The investigation never went anywhere because he resigned. All the guys who were just making Corporal back then would be somewhere in the vicinity of Captain by now. Oh, and dad and I have the same name. A problem? Maybe. If everybody adheres strictly to policy, which they probably would, I'd get hired. Making it past Corporal might get interesting.
And all that pales in comparison to the other problem. Mom was a PD staffer, dad was a patrolman, and a dispatcher set them up. So, this is just the family business. Seriously. One of my aunts never had an association with a PD, everybody else has. Anyway, mom and dad are divorced, mom and dad don't speak, and mom doesn't look too kindly upon police work. Mom was none too thrilled when I announced my post-graduation plans, but we dealt with that. I don't think she would ever disown me, but if I announced my intention to apply to DPD, there is a reasonable probability that she would attempt to physically disable me so that I could not test. Maybe that's extreme. She would probably punch me in the face. Sister would, too. Grandparents would say something along the lines of "have you lost your f---ing mind?"
It's going to be an interesting week. Forget the test, wish me luck with my family.
