I don't think I can stand it anymore. It seems like all I do is work these long hours, and I am practically fucking living at the station. I get up for work, pick up my coffee, run by Grill 13 for a ham and egg melt, and then get to work on these files.
The station is looking rather unkempt too. The filing room in the east wing past the office is horrible. Some of the drawers don't even open, and others you practically have to pick the lock to get into. I try and keep the place clean, but it seems that it's getting worse.
And being a female cop makes things even worse. After all the shit I go through on a daily basis, the guys' whistles make it almost unbearable. I know they only mean to play, but damn, I have work to do.
The whole station has been in a uproar after the Arklay Mountains incident. All of the paperwork regarding the occurrence was almost instantly moved to Chief Irons' room. I don't get why though, he has been with the mayor's daughter it seems like everyday. He's never here.
They told us to be hush-hush about it all, but there's so much confusion that none of us knows what to do. The S.T.A.R.S. room upstairs is like a gravesite now. None of the S.T.A.R.S. members have even been here for about a month now.
That skinny chick, Valentine I think was her name, was suspended. Redfield just up and split, and he took Chambers with him. Burton seems to be the only one that goes up there, and it's been two weeks since we saw him.
The captain hasn't returned either. It's weird when you think about it. I mean, it's like they all disappeared. Valentine was the only one suspended due to her accusations against the force and the Chief himself. Everyone else just... left.
Funny though, I went up there to locate some paperwork on a new special forces handgun that Burton was working on when a call came through on Redfield's line. It was some chick, Claire was her name I think. She was saying how she wanted him to know she was coming to town for a visit. I told her I hadn't seen hide nor hair of Redfield, and she seemed a bit perturbed. I kept all the details to myself though, and gve a promise that I would tell him A.S.A.P.
All of the officers here are on edge. The Chief hasn't been himself lately, there's talk of some kind of layoff, and a bunch of other shit is on the table.
We're not even allowed to go into the jail through the parking lot anymore. We have to hold any suspects in the holding cells in the rear wing for now. Chief has the whole area blocked off. Something about business we're supposed to keep our noses out of.
I gotta say, being a cop isn't all that it's cracked up to be. Dealing with the Chief is difficult in itself, and when everyone is freaking out around you, it kinda makes you lose sense of yourself.
Hell, I haven't even been booking lately. Last night some guy came in looking sick. He is some reporter from the newspaper. If you ask me, I say he's an ass. All uptight in his ways. Says he has the scoop on what's really goin on.
Funny, in a weird way I kinda believe him. Somethin weird's goin on around here. I can smell it in the night air.
