Also, imagine that you've bought a new video game. You've played the 14 week tutorial. In that tutorial, you learn how to REALLY drive a car. You learn how to fight. You learn how to shoot. You learn how to search, investigate, identify, etc.. It seems like it's going to be the best/most exciting sandbox game ever!

Then, when you start playing, there's no shooting. No fighting. Rarely any of the stuff that the tutorial stressed so much. Just sex mini-games, burglaries, and domestic disputes (and whenever someone dies, a bigger agency always takes over).

You're going to start looking for the "good stuff", right? The boss battles. The fights. The bad guys. The sexier mini-games. The respect. The glory.
That's what some of the guys (and I) went through. The key is to find balance. A lot of people don't have the mental tools to do that.

-and for the record, my cop days are pretty much done. Maybe once or twice a month. And instead of looking for action, I'm praying for a quiet day, when I work.

I was at the station this night to file charges. Got into a fight, but it was good especially cause I got to made the charges (me and a friend got hit first).

Long story short, me (sober) and a mate (also a police officer off duty and drunk) were walking towards our bikes when we interrupted a fight. Some MAroc guy threw a bottle to a cyclist, then after words assaulted him for not having the lights on. We interfered, pulled them back after which two mates from the NAM got into it...
In the end, my friend was hit while interfering, but we shooed them off after some bouts between two cyclists and the three men.

My mate said that he wanted to file charges but needed a better description we followed them and caught up to them further down the street. More words were exchanged and after some pulling they intended to drive away. We naturally recorded the license plate after which they got out, and tried to grab our phones. The guy throwing the bottle ggrabbed my friend and they struggled but I let them... 1 vs 1 and he can handle himself. When a second guy came in I pulled both guys from his back and got punched myself. I pushed one against the car, a second Surinam male (who was really short) lounged at me. I grabbed him by the pony-tail and litterally made him fly over the street.
The first guy came at me and I swear I delivered the sweetest fucking right hook I have ever given in my boxing career. The guy just fell down on his back arms and legs spread, and was out for a few seconds. The other two I had thrown/pushed away I warned to not do anything. The guy got up, we were threatened not to report and drove off.

Of course we filed charges as I said (come on, I just punched/thrown three guys at once into submission here without trying so what am I going to be afraid of?) and the police were really helpful. Girl came in to make pictures of our wounds (damn bastards wore rings) and two officers took their time to get our stories down into detail.
My friend did get a bit of a scolding for interfering and mentioning he was a cop without having his badge on him and getiing into a dangerous situation off duty but I doubt he'll have any consequences (also because he didn't even use his fists once).

The officers were pretty funny as well. The station in question is placed close to the centre of the bar-district so they constantly get drunken and aggressive guys in. My interviewer remarked after getting a cup of coffee from the main hall: "I so fucking hate those drunken bitches every weekend" (after a group of girls were brought in) - and later, with some British tourists "Damn Brits. It's always the British tourists. Thank god they are so easily recognizable".

All in all, good times and they expect that these guys will get their come-uppance. The car is known as is the driver and he will probably give up his mates as well. Officer hinted that they know his group so... I did my civilian duty I'd say! Plus, it's been a long time since I've been into a fight.

Yes, after seeing them at the Holiday gas station every night drinking coffee and eating donuts...The steriotype in my mind, is pretty darn right on.