COMMUNICATION

[Zulo786]

WHERE IS COMMUNICATION?

Working as slavessssss! they dont rest!

thread was deleted due to some flammatory remarks towards specific people

thread was deleted due to inflammatory remarks towards specific people

It was really because of general sliming. Not everyone deserved to be called what they were called. Now if you want to talk about the work, go ahead...

Get a life people! Do your job by keep the streets safe and quit judging people.

hey I see how you guys entertein on your spare time.....



http://www.metacafe.com/watch/152914/what_is_love/

Today I visted the Pines web page and found this posting:
Randy, I am glad to see you are happy. I wish the best to J. Garcia he was a good guy here in Hialeah, Pinecrest and his legacy moves on to Pines. Don't be discourage or let your forum turn into a Hialeah Forum by trashing each other which is what they do. They hate brass, hate their Communications and most of all themselves. From what is obvious in their web site. They post hateful comments and show by their words that they love no one and hate everyone.

They also have a choice like everyone does if you don't like it get of your a** and apply with other departments. For once show Hialeah what they have lost. The fact that you come behaind a veil and post negative things about each other shows that the rotten sour apples are contained in their own venom (HIALEAH). They bad mouth and snitch on affairs that are going on in the department amongst themselves that could in itself cause a shoot out amongst brothers in blue in the parking lot. Hey one word of advise if you are tapping another officers wife keep it to yourelf Hialeah inyour posting. And stop trying to make Pines look as bitter as you. Remember the grass is greener on the other side.

**This is so sad to see how we snitch on one another. It's sad that this web-page has turned into such a big fiasco and badmouthing of everyone that works amongst us.

I am happy to see all of you 09 and 06 everynight when I hear your voices on my radio. I am thankful for that Dispatcher that QSM's my information when I am not clear in my transmission and most of all I am happy when my brother in blue shows up to back me up. We are not all perfect and our City has alot of issues but we must remain strong and watch each other. Remember, that although your postings are annonymus people here have feelings and are often hurt with the hate that is spewed by you. NO PUN INTENDED. :arrow: :roll: :arrow: :arrow: :lol: :lol:

Why does it have to be dispatchers who cant keep their pants on? Like the previous poster said. Dispatch gets a bad rap because of rumors. Most dispatcher are nice respectful people. Granted there is a handful of people that give us a bad name. Just like that are a hand ful of police officers that give you guys a bad name. But of course the dispatcher is to blame for everything. So lets not call names and let those who do what they do be accountable for what they do, and dont blame all of Radio. Were not all bad.

CONOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!

chuckmunk, chuckles, upchuck, charles in charge, chuckyyyyyy
you give yourself away so easily

thread was deleted due to some flammatory remarks towards specific people

why they just dont delete everything at once! FINITOOOOO

Dispatcher Tribute
The following was posted on the 911 Lifeline Yahoo discussion group. It's quite long, but worth the time -


This was written by the police chief of Loveland CO.


I have found in my law enforcement career that dispatchers are the unsung heroes of public safety. They miss the excitement of riding in a speeding car with lights flashing and sirens wailing. They can only hear of the bright orange flames leaping from a
burning building. They do not get to see the joy on the face of worried parents as they see their child begin breathing on its own, after being given CPR.

Dispatchers sit in darkened rooms looking at computer screens and talking to voices from faces they never see. It’s like reading a lot of books, but only half of each one.

Dispatchers connect the anxious conversations of terrified victims, angry informants, suicidal citizens and grouchy officers. They are the calming influence of all of them - the quiet, competent voices in the night that provide the pillars for the bridges of sanity and safety.

They are expected to gather information from highly agitated people who can’t remember where they live, what their name is, or what they just saw. And then they are to calmly provide all that information to officers, fire fighters, paramedics without error-the first time, and every time.

Dispatchers are expected to be able to do 5 things at once - and do them all well. While questioning a frantic caller, they must type the information into a computer, tip off another dispatcher, put another caller on hold, and listen to an officer run a plate for a parking problem. To miss the plate numbers is to raise the officer’s ire; to miss the caller’s information may be to endanger the same officer’s life. But the officer will never understand that.

Dispatchers have two constant companions. Other dispatchers and stress. They depend on the one, and try to ignore the other. They are chastened by upset callers, taken for granted by the public, and criticized by the officers. The rewards they get are inexpensive and infrequent, except for the satisfaction they feel at the end of a shift, having done what they were expected to do.

Dispatchers come in all shapes and sizes, all races, both sexes, and all ages. They are blondes, brunettes and redheads. They are quiet or outgoing, single or married, plain, beautiful or handsome. No two are alike, yet they are all the same.

They are people who were selected in a difficult hiring process to do an impossible job. They are as different as snowflakes, but they have one thing in common. The care about people and they enjoy being the lifeline of society - that steady voice in a storm - the one who knows how to handle every emergency and does it with style and grace and uncompromised competence.

Dispatchers play many roles: therapist, answer man, doctor, lawyer, teacher, weatherman, guidance counselor, psychologist, priest, secretary, supervisor, politician and reporter. And few people must jump through the emotional hoops on the trip through the joy of one caller’s birthday party, to the fear of another caller’s burglary in progress, to the
anger of a neighbor blocked in their drive, and back to the birthday caller’s, all in a two minute time frame. The emotional roller-coaster rolls to a stop after an 8 or 10 hour shift, and they are expected to walk down to their car with steady feet and no queasiness in their stomach - because they are dispatchers.

If they hold it in, they are to closed. If they talk about it, they’re a whiner. If it bothers them, it adds more stress. If it doesn’t, they question themselves, wondering why.

Dispatchers are expected to have the compassion of Mother Teresa; the wisdom of Solomon; the interviewing skills of Oprah Winfrey; the gentleness of Florence Nightingale; the patience of Job; the voice of Barbara Streistand; the knowledge of Einstein; the answers of Ann Landers; the people skills of Sheriff Andy Taylor; the humor of David Letterman; the investigative skills of Sgt. Joe Friday; the looks of Melanie Griffith or Don Johnson; the faith of Billy Graham; the energy of Charro; and the endurance of the EverReady Bunny.


Is it any wonder that many drop out during training?

It is a unique and talented person who can do this job and do it well.

And it is fitting and proper that we take a few minutes or hours this week to honor you for the job that each of you do. That recognition is overdue, and it is insufficient......But it is sincere!

ehhhh. ok 8)

lil dramatic but true. I guess you get to multiply the stress when you work in HPD. Ya'll down to 8 right? When are you merging with fire?