I jinxed myself tonight for work. When we were in the Briefing room before we got assigned to our stations, I was hoping I wouldn't get WorkRelease. When my name wasn't called for it, I nah nah'd to the person who got it.
Our WorkRelease is mostly housed with a majority of GeneralPopulation, they are the people that are picked up immediately off the street. The most unruly and drug/alcohol withdrawling wenches. We have inmates mixed with dangerous drug dealers and inmates that go to work.
I was in StationControl when I heard loud voices coming from that area. I went down and heard the CO ordering an inmate to secure. As I walked in I heard the inmate demanding to talk to me because I had busted her mate to the Gen.Pop block.
Usually what you do is call for BackUp, but I was so sick of their bullshit, that I jumped immediately to the spray. Fuck them bitches!
Yup, 10 months later and I'm still loving my job. I'll hear inmates telling new inmates coming in, that they have butted heads with me on several occasions, but I'm an honest CO and they have respect for me.
I think I have found my niche and finally feel content. And to think of all the money my husband spent paying off my college loans!
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