A little flier like this one, geared to the LGBT community, helped instigate this whole process; that and a massive billboard advertising the considerable financial compensation offered.
A while back, June 16th 2007 to be precise, I awoke in those morning hours that seem set aside for deep conversations or throwing up. I was doing the later. June 16th was the day I had scheduled myself to attend an information session about joining the Los Angeles Police Department. This early morning time became the brain-bombinating hours where my body let vent the anxiety and fear that welled upon thinking of actually pursuing this quest. As I hugged the porcelain deity of overindulgence and sacrificed not out of previous Bacchanalian intoxication but of a self-image shattering shift in mindset, I took note of how wonderfully cool and refreshing was the tile in that little bathroom. Focusing on the physical aspect of sweat-drenched flesh being supported by cold tile was markedly easier that pondering the ramifications and directions I had set in motion. What was I thinking???!!!
What follows in so many little subsections is a collected accounting of the LAPD application process. I’d posit some reactive adjectives to the whole thing right now, but though I would fain color the experience, I suppose it best to leave the posts to speak for themselves. This collection originated as emailed updates to those marvelous people I call family and friends who offered support of ear and word and hand and kick through this rather lengthy process. Without their encouragement and perspective, I wouldn’t have had anyone to write to about all the crap to which I subjected myself. For that, I am eternally grateful, and I also giggle a lot about it too, because, really, what was I thinking?
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