Loveland County Police Dept.
Someone once asked me if I thought that answering telephones was a profession. I said, "I thought it was a calling."
And so is dispatching. I have found, in my law enforcement career, that dispatchers are the unsung heroes to public safety. They miss the excitement of riding in a speeding car with lights and sirens wailing. They can only hear of the bright orange flames leaping from a burning building. They do not get to see the joy on the faces of the worried parents as they see their child begin breathing on its own, after it has been given CPR.
Dispatchers sit in darkened rooms looking at computer screens and talking to the voices from faces that they will never see. It's like reading a lot of books, but only half of each one.
Dispatchers connect the anxious conversations of terrified victims, angry informants, suicidal citizens and grouchy officers. They are the calming influence of all of them -- the quiet competent voices in the night that provide pillars for the bridges of sanity and safety. They are expected to gather information from highly agitated people who can't remember where they live, what their name is, or what they just saw. And then, they are to calmly provide all that information to the officers, firefighters, or paramedics, without error the first time and every time.
Dispatchers are expected to do five things at once -- and do them well. While questioning a frantic caller, they must type the information into a computer, tip off another dispatcher, put another caller on hold, and listen to an officer run a plate for a parking problem. To miss the plate numbers is to raise the officer's ire; to miss the caller's information may be to endanger the same officer's life. But, the officer will never understand that.
Dispatchers have two constant companions; the other dispatchers and stress. They depend on one, and try to ignore the other. They are chastened by upset callers, taken for granted by the public and criticized by the officers. The rewards they get are inexpensive and infrequent, except for the satisfaction they get at the end of a shift, having done what they are expected to do.
Dispatchers come in all shapes and sizes, all races, both sexes, and all ages. They are blondes, brunettes and redheads. They are quiet and outgoing, single or married, plain, beautiful or handsome. No two are alike, yet they are all the same.
They are people who were selected in a difficult hiring process to do an impossible job. They are as different as snowflakes, but they have one thing in common. They care about people and they enjoy being the lifeline of society -- that steady voice in a storm -- the one who knows how to handle every emergency and does it with style and grace, and uncompromised competence.
Dispatchers play many roles: therapist, doctor, lawyer, teacher, weatherman, guidance counselor, psychologist, priest, secretary, supervisor, politician, and reporter. And few people must jump through the emotional hoops on the trip through the joy of one caller's birthday party, to the fear of another caller's burglary in progress, to the anger of a neighbor parked in their drive, and back to the birthday caller all in a two minute time frame. The emotional roller coaster rolls to a stop after and eight or ten hour shift, and they are expected to walk to their car with steady feet and no queasiness in their stomach -- because they are dispatchers. If they hold it in, they are too closed. If they talk about it, they are a whiner. If it bothers them, it adds more stress. If it doesn't, they question themselves, wondering why.
Dispatchers are expected to have:
- The compassion of Mother Theresa
- The wisdom of Solomon
- The interviewing skills of Oprah Winfrey
- The gentleness of Florence Nightingale
- The patience of Job
- The voice of Barbara Streisand
- The knowledge of Einstein
- The answers of Ann Landers
- The humor of David Letterman
- The investigative skills of Sgt. Joe Friday
- The looks of Melanie Griffith or Don Johnson
- The faith of Billy Graham
- The energy of Charro
- And the endurance of the energizer bunny
Is it any wonder that many drop out during training? It is a unique and talented person who can do this job and do it well. And, it is fitting and proper that we take a few minutes or hours this week to honor you for the job that each of you do. That recognition is overdue and it is insufficient. But, it is sincere.
I have tried to do your job, and I have failed. It takes a special person with unique skills. I admire you and I thank you for the thankless job you do. You are heroes, and I am proud to work with you.