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How To Not Train A Dispatcher |
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Scenario #1:It's February, 1972. The Tall Kid is complaining about his crummy part-time job. His buddy tells him about an opening coming up where he works. "Become a Dispatcher for the local Police Department! They hire 18-year-olds who plan on a career in law enforcement. You get to help people and get involved in your community." "Hmmm...," thought The Tall Kid, whose father and grandfather had law enforcement careers. "This could be kinda cool!" So The Tall Kid applied and, miraculously, got the job. He was living large! Gonna help catch the bad guys! Chicks are gonna dig the uniform! Gonna save the day for everybody! Gonna be the best (and why not? The police must have the best training on earth!). Then reality came to call. When The Tall Kid reported for duty on his first day, he was turned over to a "trainer" whose primary approach to training was "Sit over there and type these reports. I hate typing reports. But watch what I do so you'll know what we do and how we do it." So The Tall Kid sat and typed reports for 2 weeks all the while watching the "trainer" and listening to the "trainer" and being very impressed with what he saw. The Tall Kid asked the "trainer" about the APB machine in the corner. How did it work? How did it convey news of crimes and mayhem from all over the country? The Tall Kid was very curious about this noisy machine. The "trainer" said that you put "floormats" (formats) into the "CLUTCH" (CLETS) machine, and you would get back vehicle registrations and drivers license histories and warrants and "...all kinds of other stuff." The "trainer" also said that if The Tall Kid needed to know which "floormat" to use, there was a list tacked to the wall above the "CLUTCH" machine. "Just look on that list and it'll tell you what to do." As a result of this "training," The Tall Kid's first day by himself was notable. Not for his saving of the world or righting of all wrongs, but for the totally inept (but wholehearted) attempt at dispatching. He couldn't process incoming calls, because he only heard what the "trainer" said during phone calls. He couldn't keep status on units because, even though he knew what they said and where they were, he had never been shown the radio status cards or the timestamp; he'd never been taught how to use the status board. He didn't even know what a Code 7 was. Scenario #2:Fast forward to 1977. The Tall Kid now has 5 years experience under his belt, and has a pretty good handle on call processing and tracking unit status and how to use the "CLUTCH" machine. The Tall Kid goes to work for a much larger police department many miles away from his home town. He is assigned to a trainer who does everything his first trainer didn't do. She has manuals and handouts and written tests. The Tall Kid, with his prior experience, aces the tests and proceeds through the training program at a record-breaking pace. Until... One day the trainer was working the main radio channel with 25 units in the field. The Tall Kid watched and listened. Even though he'd only worked with five or six units in the field, this looked and sounded pretty easy. So The Tall Kid, wanting to impress his trainer with his abilities, volunteered to work the main channel (while the trainer watched over him, just in case). So the trainer traded places with The Tall Kid. And then she left the room... When she came back fifteen minutes later, there were radio status cards still fluttering like snowflakes to the floor and The Tall Kid looked like he'd been pulled through a knothole backwards. When the trainer got everything settled down and figured out, it was determined that all field units were safe and sound (but nervous), and none of the pending service calls were too far over time. Scenario #3:
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