Graveyard coming to an end.
Last night was busy. Busy is nice because it makes the night go by quickly. I don’t mind the easy nights, as you may imagine; when it’s busy it means that the Police Officers, Sheriffs Deputies, and the State Troopers are getting the bad guys off of the streets. Our job, as Corrections Officers, is just an extension of those officers, so it is nice to be able to help out the community by keeping these guys where they can do no more harm.
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I am constantly amazed at the kind of disdain and disrespect we put up with as CO’s. Tonight was no different.
At around 2am, I was doing my round in the B-unit. I have to look into every room in each unit every 30 minutes. About halfway across the unit is a button I must push in order to log each round. This button beeps when you push it so you know that it has been registered.
So I pushed the button and walked towards the end of the unit, looking in each room as I went. When I got to the next to the last room, I saw an inmate facing away from his door. When I got directly in front of his door, he farted into the crack in his door. He was giggling. His room mates were giggling. I guess the humor was lost on me. (NOW THAT I LOOK BACK, I can see that it might have had a humorous overtone, like a Warner Brothers cartoon or something similar to that.)
I was angry, but there wasn’t much I could do. He claimed he didn’t realize I was coming (Like the doors opening and closing and the beeping weren’t enough). I was angry and again reminded that we were doing a necessary but completely thankless job.
I suppose that this kind of behavior shouldn’t faze me, but from time to time, I find myself getting bothered by it. I guess that tonight was just one of those nights. I’m sure there will be more.
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