After the interview, it was time for the training, which consisted mainly of the sheriff telling me to stop wasting his time and to get to work.
That was it. No guidance, no real instructions -- only a "You're hired. Try not to shoot anyone," which was super easy, since I wasn't even issued a gun or any other sort of gear. The only thing I got from the county besides the uniform was a beat-up patrol car with 250,000 miles on the odometer. Everything else -- my weapon, ammo, boots, handcuffs, a portable radio -- had to come out of my own pocket. That's the literal price I had to pay to become a part of the thin blue (well, technically brown) line.