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April 8-14 is National Public Safety Telecommunicators Week

 


Fayette County Sheriff's Office Communications Officers: Mary Seals, Carrie Kirk, 

Sandy Mahoney, Cathie Sprayberry, Wanda Smith, Carrie Marcum, Holly Walker,

Jessica Lenti, Christy Sprayberry, Ashley Vick, Lauren Hampton, Sandra Halloran

(Not Pictured: Jami Parker, Kim Oliver, Nancy Rice)

 

 

In 1992 Congress declared the second week of each April to be National Public Safety Telecommunicators Week.   This week recognizes

 

those whose job is of the utmost importance, but who are rarely seen.  As one of the Congressional bill’s sponsors noted, “We depend 

 

upon public safety telecommunicators to notify emergency personnel promptly, clearly, and calmly. We depend upon them to keep our 

 

husbands, our wives, and our children calm and assured in an emergency. We depend upon them for guidance and support in our most 

 

frantic and panicked moments.”  Our communications officers in Fayette County bear the responsibility of being the only dispatch 

 

center for all public safety entities within the county.  They are responsible for answering all 9-1-1 calls, administrative telephone lines, 

 

and 7 radio channels.  They dispatch Sheriff’s Deputies, 7 municipal police departments, 15 fire departments, 3 ambulances, and the 

 

Emergency Management Agency.  All of this is accomplished by two or three individuals on each shift who sit in a concrete room with no 

 

windows, often forgotten about by those who depend on them to be a lifeline.  A letter written by Chief Thomas Wagoner of the 

 

Loveland, Colorado Police Department does a good job of summing up the job that these unseen heroes perform.

 

A Tribute To Dispatchers

By Chief Thomas Wagoner
Loveland (Colo.) Police Department

Someone once asked me if I thought that answering telephones for a living 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 of public safety. They miss the excitement of riding in a speeding car with lights flashing 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 face of 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 voices from faces they 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 the 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 be able 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, 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 feel at the end of a shift, having done what they were expected to do.

Dispatchers come in all shapes and sizes, all races, both sexes, and all ages. They are blondes, and 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 blocked in their drive, and back to the birthday caller all in a two-minute time frame. The emotional rollercoaster rolls to a stop after an 8 or 10 hour shift, and they are expected to walk down 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 Charo
  • 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.

   

[This piece was written by Chief Wagoner in 1994 in connection with National Telecommunicator Week, obtained courtesy of 9-1-1 Dispatch Magazine (www.911monthly.com).  Chief Wagoner gives others permission to use it for non-commercial purposes.]

 

 



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