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So last night was my last scheduled day working at the jail for the next 4 months. Starting Monday I'll be going to school (which I don't have to pay for) and getting paid to go to school until that's over with and I pass and get my certification. Which in turn, lets me earn even more $/per hour as soon as I complete the classes. Sounds great right?
Well it is great, I'm sooooo looking forward to this. Monday through Friday 8am to 5pm. Two 4 hour classes a day, with hourly breaks and an hour for lunch. Not to mention, there will be days where we'll get out early and still be payed for 8 hours. It makes me joyous just thinking about it. Plus, I'm really looking forward to the Defensive Tactics class and the Firearms class. I'll have more spare time than I've had in a while. (Was working 12 hour shifts, and even when we used to work 8 hour shifts, that generally meant we were going to have to pull overtime; which usually meant working 16 hours. Made for nice paychecks but one hell of an exhausted body, and free time, what was that?) Now I can come in and work at the jail anytime I want and I get overtime for it, so I'll probably hit that up for a few hours each week.
However, last night being my last night, I had hoped it would be a nice, peaceful, final night of work. Haha.. I should have known better. Granted, the day started out pretty nice. It's Correctional Officer Appreciation Week (I dont know if that's just a CCA thing or if it's actually more widespread than that) and today was the cookout day. So, when I got to work they had Burgers, Hotdogs, Brownies, Cookies and other stuff for us to load up on before we headed to our posts. That was nice, I grabbed me 2 burgers and loaded them up as well as 3 brownies for later snacks, clocked in, and went up to my post on the 6th floor (top floor of the jail, aka. penthouse).
Well things are about good for the first 30 minutes, everything seems normal and all that. I talk with my partner for a little while I handled the log book. She was ...adamant that I do all the work today since It was my last day for a while, which I laughed and pretty much said "Yeah, Right. I want a nice easy last day." Fuck! I think this might have been where I cursed myself. We do our first headcount everything's fine and normal, inmates being stupid and whatnot. Make their little comments as we're doing our count of the pods, which is normal.
We aren't DOC, so the inmates don't really act like they do in a DOC facility. 90-95% of the Inmates we have, have not been to court yet or are continually undergoing the court process. So they don't quite treat us with the same respect they might naturally give to someone in the brown uniform where they're sent after they've been convicted.
Anyway, time rolls around and we get our floorman out to clean up and gather the trashes from each pod and the hall trash by our desk. We open the storage closet and discover there's a busted broom handle, like it had been busted over the ground or something. So I pick it up and put it over my shoulder and carry it down to the desk so I can write a work order and we can get a new one. Our floorman comes down to the desk and and tells us, that there was a fight in his pod earlier and that broomstick was used in it.
Me and my partner are both like "What?" because the shift before us didn't tell us anything about a fight occurring in our briefing, they only stated that 6B was complaining because we didn't give them their trays the previous morning, which is BS and I'm not going into that any further. The point is, there was nothing said about a fight at all. I check the log book, nope, nothing in the logbook about a fight. But apparently the fight took place roughly about an hour before we got there. Visitation was still going on.
According to the guy's story, one of the officers (male) pretty much just watched the fight go on an didn't do jack shit. Didn't call a code blue like he was supposed to, didn't even call a supervisor. Where the other officer (female) on the floor was, we don't know. It seems likely that she must have stepped off the floor, and wasn't around to witness this, because we know she would have said something to us about it.
So then, I take a closer look at this stick I had carried without gloves on across my shoulder and notice.. Yep.. there sure is quite a lot of dried blood on it. Not to mention, this is a freaking fiber glass broom stick, they don't break easy, but this one was definately busted the hell up. Also I got some damn small fiber glass pieces in the tips of my fingers, so.. yeah I saw the nurses as soon as I realized this could be bad. They pretty much just told me to continually wash my hands, which I had been doing, and always do anyway. But they will be calling the doctor and informing him of what happened, and they wrote a small report up and sent me back to my floor.
So.. we had a crapload of paper work to do, Incident Reports. Witness statement from the floorman. We tried getting statements from two other inmates whom the floorman said were in visitation with him while it was going on. But they pretty much just denied having seen anything. One went as far as to say we were just making stuff up to get the male officer in trouble. Hmmm.. wonder why he would say that. The only reason I'd want to get someone in trouble was if they weren't doing their job.
Okay, now back up, about 3-4 weeks ago. This very same officer, when we came on the floor one day to relieve him and the officer he was with, told us he found a shank in C pod. Well the Warden came up to our floor briefly just to see how we were later on, and I mentioned the shank to him. He looked puzzled, to make a long story short, no one had heard anything about a shank being found. The Warden asked our Captain, our Captain had no idea, he then asked us, we told him what we were told in our briefing by this same officer. When the Warden had come up, I mentioned the shank information casually, thinking he must have already known about it. I mean, c'mon.. if someone finds a shank in your prison, you're going to know about it first thing. We (me and my partner, along with one of the Lieutenants) end up having to do a complete shakedown of the pod, go threw everything and check for contraband, trying to find this shank nobody had known about. Well we found nothing. The next day, this officer completely denies having said anything about a shank and tells me and my partner as he relieves us, that we're smoking something. Needless to say I was super pissed on my drive home. It turns out there never was a shank, and I believe he got his butt chewed, or atleast I hope to god he did.
And now this very same officer fails to inform anyone about a pretty brutal fight that went on durring his shift. We're short enough people as it is, but god damn, I really hope his ass gets fired. We had to take care of all the bullshit that didn't even happen on our shift. Both of the inmates involved went to lockdown, I had to sit and sift through all their property, which, in one guys property we found the shirt he had been wearing when he got beat up, quite noticable when it has a fuckload of holes and dried bloodstains all over it. It was taken as evidence.
So yeah, I had one hell of a going away night. Fuck.. Grrr.. I'm still a little pissed and I've been off for an hour and a half now. Thank god I'm off till school on Monday. Just keep thinking about that, I'll try to tell myself.
Well it is great, I'm sooooo looking forward to this. Monday through Friday 8am to 5pm. Two 4 hour classes a day, with hourly breaks and an hour for lunch. Not to mention, there will be days where we'll get out early and still be payed for 8 hours. It makes me joyous just thinking about it. Plus, I'm really looking forward to the Defensive Tactics class and the Firearms class. I'll have more spare time than I've had in a while. (Was working 12 hour shifts, and even when we used to work 8 hour shifts, that generally meant we were going to have to pull overtime; which usually meant working 16 hours. Made for nice paychecks but one hell of an exhausted body, and free time, what was that?) Now I can come in and work at the jail anytime I want and I get overtime for it, so I'll probably hit that up for a few hours each week.
However, last night being my last night, I had hoped it would be a nice, peaceful, final night of work. Haha.. I should have known better. Granted, the day started out pretty nice. It's Correctional Officer Appreciation Week (I dont know if that's just a CCA thing or if it's actually more widespread than that) and today was the cookout day. So, when I got to work they had Burgers, Hotdogs, Brownies, Cookies and other stuff for us to load up on before we headed to our posts. That was nice, I grabbed me 2 burgers and loaded them up as well as 3 brownies for later snacks, clocked in, and went up to my post on the 6th floor (top floor of the jail, aka. penthouse).
Well things are about good for the first 30 minutes, everything seems normal and all that. I talk with my partner for a little while I handled the log book. She was ...adamant that I do all the work today since It was my last day for a while, which I laughed and pretty much said "Yeah, Right. I want a nice easy last day." Fuck! I think this might have been where I cursed myself. We do our first headcount everything's fine and normal, inmates being stupid and whatnot. Make their little comments as we're doing our count of the pods, which is normal.
We aren't DOC, so the inmates don't really act like they do in a DOC facility. 90-95% of the Inmates we have, have not been to court yet or are continually undergoing the court process. So they don't quite treat us with the same respect they might naturally give to someone in the brown uniform where they're sent after they've been convicted.
Anyway, time rolls around and we get our floorman out to clean up and gather the trashes from each pod and the hall trash by our desk. We open the storage closet and discover there's a busted broom handle, like it had been busted over the ground or something. So I pick it up and put it over my shoulder and carry it down to the desk so I can write a work order and we can get a new one. Our floorman comes down to the desk and and tells us, that there was a fight in his pod earlier and that broomstick was used in it.
Me and my partner are both like "What?" because the shift before us didn't tell us anything about a fight occurring in our briefing, they only stated that 6B was complaining because we didn't give them their trays the previous morning, which is BS and I'm not going into that any further. The point is, there was nothing said about a fight at all. I check the log book, nope, nothing in the logbook about a fight. But apparently the fight took place roughly about an hour before we got there. Visitation was still going on.
According to the guy's story, one of the officers (male) pretty much just watched the fight go on an didn't do jack shit. Didn't call a code blue like he was supposed to, didn't even call a supervisor. Where the other officer (female) on the floor was, we don't know. It seems likely that she must have stepped off the floor, and wasn't around to witness this, because we know she would have said something to us about it.
So then, I take a closer look at this stick I had carried without gloves on across my shoulder and notice.. Yep.. there sure is quite a lot of dried blood on it. Not to mention, this is a freaking fiber glass broom stick, they don't break easy, but this one was definately busted the hell up. Also I got some damn small fiber glass pieces in the tips of my fingers, so.. yeah I saw the nurses as soon as I realized this could be bad. They pretty much just told me to continually wash my hands, which I had been doing, and always do anyway. But they will be calling the doctor and informing him of what happened, and they wrote a small report up and sent me back to my floor.
So.. we had a crapload of paper work to do, Incident Reports. Witness statement from the floorman. We tried getting statements from two other inmates whom the floorman said were in visitation with him while it was going on. But they pretty much just denied having seen anything. One went as far as to say we were just making stuff up to get the male officer in trouble. Hmmm.. wonder why he would say that. The only reason I'd want to get someone in trouble was if they weren't doing their job.
Okay, now back up, about 3-4 weeks ago. This very same officer, when we came on the floor one day to relieve him and the officer he was with, told us he found a shank in C pod. Well the Warden came up to our floor briefly just to see how we were later on, and I mentioned the shank to him. He looked puzzled, to make a long story short, no one had heard anything about a shank being found. The Warden asked our Captain, our Captain had no idea, he then asked us, we told him what we were told in our briefing by this same officer. When the Warden had come up, I mentioned the shank information casually, thinking he must have already known about it. I mean, c'mon.. if someone finds a shank in your prison, you're going to know about it first thing. We (me and my partner, along with one of the Lieutenants) end up having to do a complete shakedown of the pod, go threw everything and check for contraband, trying to find this shank nobody had known about. Well we found nothing. The next day, this officer completely denies having said anything about a shank and tells me and my partner as he relieves us, that we're smoking something. Needless to say I was super pissed on my drive home. It turns out there never was a shank, and I believe he got his butt chewed, or atleast I hope to god he did.
And now this very same officer fails to inform anyone about a pretty brutal fight that went on durring his shift. We're short enough people as it is, but god damn, I really hope his ass gets fired. We had to take care of all the bullshit that didn't even happen on our shift. Both of the inmates involved went to lockdown, I had to sit and sift through all their property, which, in one guys property we found the shirt he had been wearing when he got beat up, quite noticable when it has a fuckload of holes and dried bloodstains all over it. It was taken as evidence.
So yeah, I had one hell of a going away night. Fuck.. Grrr.. I'm still a little pissed and I've been off for an hour and a half now. Thank god I'm off till school on Monday. Just keep thinking about that, I'll try to tell myself.