-Creative Ice-cream, since 1986.
At times like this, a tub of ice-cream is exactly what she needs.
She slumps over the desk of the table infront of her, not even bothering to think of how undignified she looked, with her hair all over the place, elbows on the table, arms in an awkward position..all she needed right now is just rest. Rest and time alone from the pompous, assuming, think they know-it-all monsters.
She was glad her partner was away for that point of time,knowing that he would adorn this smirk on his face upon realising what had caused her to be so upset. Men, she thought.
Those insolent, self-aggrandizing, conceited gits have done it again. How dare they belittle her? Just because she is a young female in the police force does not in any case mean that she is not of standard. And that belittlement to come from them just proves to be too much. She has not gone through three gruelling years in the training academy, survived three years of operational cases to have some hogwash person younger than her to grade her and her abilities.
If she could have her way with him, she would have gladly grabbed hold of his scrawny neck and throttled him in a way where even the prison-bound criminals would not want to be dealt with.
Arghh. Maybe this is the burn-out people were always warning her about since her first term at the academy. But isn't it two and a half years' late? Maybe it's just a combination of it being a monday too depressing already to have a class of student cadets mess it even more.
Even if they choose to disregard her rank as it is, but surely her achievements over the years should have been an indication that she was more than able to be called part of the elite team at the Royal Mounted Canadian Police force. But no. Just because she's young and a female at that, they had to start questioning about her abilities. She was more than sure of her capabilites, but to have them questioned, not once, but twice from a group of people she terms "under-age" student cadets who are not capable enough even to handle paperwork, is just infuriating to say the least.
With an almost feral grin on her face, Ariel lifted her head off her table to nod with satisfaction as she remembered the after-effects of her mini lecture and demonstration in class. Those people are really lily-livered. Just talking about what she and her partners and the team had to do on operational cases had five of them stumbling over each other to sign out of the course. And just a swift tackling demonstration she had learned in year one was enough to leave the rest of them on the ground pleading for mercy. All that done without even breaking into perspiration. And they had the gall to question her?
Well, at least they seemed to have learned their lesson. At the end of the two hours of lesson time, she had successfully weeded out the ones with not even an ounce of potential what-so-ever and with attitudes that were beyond redemption. She managed to gain the respect of the rest of the remaining student cadets and even managed to pick out a few with potential. Not bad for a day's work really.
The reason why she was upset was not because of the student cadets. They could have no effect on her. It was just the pre-conceived mind-set of society that irked her. The notion that the police force and other "typical male jobs" cannot possibly include females, and especially not females in the higher places. It's just something she and her girlfriends were always commenting upon.
Well, at least, the system does not register with that notion, and even though it is still tougher for females, but just like where she works now, one-third of the higher ranks are being held by females. And more people are starting to disregard the notion and work to achieve what they believe in.
All that's said and done, and now what Ariel really wants is a tub of really good ice-cream.
Picking up her phone, she typed a quick message and sent it to a few familiar numbers. A message that included words like, "Ice-cream at Delectatio? Twenty mins."
Picking up her things, she got ready for the get-together with friends and her much-needed ice-cream.
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