Whilst on a (mostly) relaxing vacation with my family, I get a call from my Sergeant. Apparently, there was some sort of sweeping changes, and I have been summarily punted off the unit I just got transferred to, and sent back to be a beat cop.
No warning, no two weeks notice to get my affairs in order so as not to fuck up my family life or off-duty gigs (that, not-so-incidentally, pay my fucking rent). Just "New Captain, new changes, fuck you O_C."
I am trying desperately to come up with some sort of motivation to actually work tomorrow, rather than flip every desk in the precinct in a fit of schoolboyish pique.