I've been pretty tight-lipped about the new job, maybe erring on the side of being a bit paranoid about it all. Not many folks read this here blog anyhow, but it is Bellingham and it is a fairly small town.
I'm a weekend dispatcher for the Animal Control branch of our county Humane Society. Unlike a lot of American counties, we contract to do Animal Control stuff and it doesn't go through the local police department (which might be what you're used to). Whatcom County is still highly agricultural, and in addition to cat and dog friends we deal with a lot of livestock issues.
Part of my training involved learning actual radio signals like "10-4" and "10-6" and "10-76" and "11-44." It's kind of cool, although not nearly as fun as you might think. The whole point of these codes is to keep talking to a minimum, and information levels high.
I also field calls -- probably the bulk of my job -- for the Animal Control phone line. There are a lot of reports of dead deer, which we are obligated to pick up, but also welfare checks and vicious dogs and happy but stray dogs and roaming gangs of chickens pooping on their neighbor's yard and causing no end of strife.
I work with some really friendly people and if you follow my Twitter, you'll know by now that pets are allowed at work.
I'm really enjoying it, and I hope this position allows me to keep a work-life-play balance while taking care of my Dad that I haven't really had since I moved back to America.
We shall see!
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