I'll try to give you the whole story here up to where we are today. Some of the dates will be a bit wooly because we're going back almost 18 months here. As I go through the training I'll add more to the diary.
Just a reminder that in this and all the diaries, any replies get deleted (because it's meant as a journal for the diarist, not as a discussion thread). At last my chance to say what I like without getting corrected
Summer, 2002
By this point, I've been in IT nearly 18 years. I've ended up working for one of the biggest companies in the business. Not quite sure how, because career planning has never been my strong point. I started in this company doing something I'm OK at (sales) and ended up doing something I am rubbish at (project management). Not quite sure how that happened!? All I do know is I am restless, very bored, and at 34 years old wondering if I'm going to be doing this until I get the gold watch and the handshake in 26 years time... now, what would I really like to do with my life I wonder
October, 2002
We've sat down and looked in detail at the finances. A copper's salary compared to my current one is a bloody nightmare. But it's not about the money, is it? I keep telling myself this!!! Decide to apply to my local police force.
I get the application forms, and fill them in. They're remarkably straightforward, just like applying for any other job - education, employment history, skills, interests, financial health, previous addresses (including when I lived in France!), medical history, and an equal opportunities form. I guess that's a bit different to most other jobs. As is the family details. I also have to supply two referees and sit a standard eyesight test (at my own expense). That lot goes into an envelope complete with a mugshot of myself and I sit and wait... and wait... two weeks later I give them a call to check they received it - no trace! Looks like I didn't put enough postage on the envelope
Over the next few weeks, I tell a few of my regular colleagues that I'm taking the plunge. There's an interesting range of reactions - most of them are so supportive, full of encouragement. A few think I'm barking mad (they know I am well paid in IT!), and one or two think I'm making a mistake. I don't think so



















