It has been announced that the fair city in which I live is hiring 60 new members for its police force. I am getting pressure from some friends and co-workers to apply. It isn't the first time I have considered applying, but it is the first time I really thought about it seriously. And looked into it further.
It isn't that I'm not happy at my job, because I am. However, I have been wondering if this is what my life will be - all completed and planned and achieved at the young age of 30. Sure, I still have the possibilities of a spouse and kids and all that, but if it doesn't happen, then I am alone in my house with my dogs and my job I've been at for 7 years (and 5 months today) and will continue to be at for another 35 years.
35 years. God help me.
So, I am thinking about it. Except for the part that will be my downfall, I am pretty qualified. My downfall? The exercise requirements. Ugh. I will need to train for 6 months before I will be able to qualify. And I will need to be able to run and work out and all that in order to pass the test. The running minimum is 45 mins at 9-10 km/hour pace.
I once ran for 9 minutes. It took 45 to get my breath back. Now, to be fair, I can walk the crap out of most people. I walk quickly and forever. No probs. My mother and I once won a walk-a-thon by a good 15 mins before anyone else even crossed (we were talking and people were in our way, so we went around them). I love to walk. Make me run and I am face down in a puddle of my own sweat rather shortly.
So, can I do it? Maybe. But I would have to want it. And, meh, who really wants to be in that good of shape anyways? But would I want to be a cop? Being that it was my dream from age 12 on, should I consider getting my ass in gear? I don't know.
Maybe I will toss the whole "helping people" thing and become a decorator. Or a carpenter. I do love my staple gun. I bet I could get a ton of awesome tools doing that job.
No cuffs though.