I figured it was about time to do another post. I hope you have all enjoyed reading the blog so far. I have been pretty slack on keeping it updated. I'm gonna see if I can work on that. The past couple weeks have been a little hectic. I had some drama with a coworker last week, and if you know me, you know I hate drama. But just like my Sergeant told me, karma always comes back. Wouldn't you know, 3 days later he was right. Neither of us believed it would come back so fast. The situation they were placed in, gave them an opportunity to see the type of person I really am. I defended them, and helped to correct their mistake. They realized I'm not there to file complaints, write grievances or get them in trouble. I wear the blue uniform just like they do. When were locked in the Unit together we are a team. Were a family that has to stick together no matter what imperfections we each have. They seen that even though they tried to get me in trouble, possibly fired, three days before, I still had their back. Things are much better between us now and I believe that is what it took for us to have a better understanding for each other and the way we do things.
Cell phones have become a hot commodity this year. I just cant understand what causes an officer to want to jeopardize there job for an inmate. The going rate for a cell phone right now is $500. In the month of July alone they have found 5 cell phones. Three of them were found just the other night. One inmate was stupid enough to actually be talking on the cell phone while laying on his bunk in the day room...are you kidding me!?!?! Did he really think the officer wouldn't notice him holding a phone to his ear? They keep finding these phones left and right, which means that officers are bringing them in just as fast as they are found. It just don't make any sense. I know we don't make enough to be rich, but risking a state job, for a guy who committed a felony, and will tell on you the first chance he gets, just don't seem worth it. Maybe I just don't understand.
The other day an inmate (who hates me no less) told me that I had no common sense because I worked at the prison and that obviously I couldn't get a better job than that. Its times like this where I have somewhat learned to keep my mouth shut. He tried arguing his point for the next 10 minutes but I easily ignored his 6' 5" 300lb ugly gorilla lookin self. Instead I decided to make a point. So when my Sergeant walked in the hallway I stopped him and pointed at the inmate and told him that the inmate said that because we worked at the prison, we didn't have any common sense. Seeing as how my Sergeant has been with the DOC for 18 years, he didn't take to kindly to that. By the end of their conversation, he made the guy feel 6" tall instead of 6'. Later on I told my Sgt. that the inmate must be sadly mistaken, because he is the one in prison letting a 25 year old tell him what to do (mind you this guy is 50-55 years old)because of his lack of common sense, and poor judgement, yet I'm the one with a stable job, steady income and a clean record (other than my Virginia incident). Obviously the inmate had no merit to anything he said. It's days like that, that you have to have very thick skin and just let it roll off your back. I guess that's one thing that makes this job so easy for me is that no matter how much trash talking these guys do, no matter how many times I'm called gay, an no matter how much they try to belittle me for who I am and how I do my job, at the end of the day, I'm walking out that door and headed to my truck while they get ready for chow call.
I also found out that I'll be doing my pre-firearms training this month. That means I'm gonna be one step closer to being certified, and that all important 5% pay increase. Once i go to training for a month, most likely in Greenville, I'll be fully certified by the state.
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