Ugh

It seemed like every time we turned around, Roc just couldn't catch a break. Rumor had it that this new precinct was where they sent cops who got jammed up; nobody ever requested to go there. Roc and his partner---let's call him Ivan---were the new guys who didn't know better. They were stuck.
Soon after they arrived, there was yet another rumor: the new guys were getting moved to midnights. Ugh. This was not going to be good for us. I began praying in earnest that this wouldn't happen. Roc's schedule was hard enough, and we had to work diligently to carve out time to spend together as it was...and I couldn't imagine midnights being good for either one of us.
Ugh!