Running late

So this is my first post since switching over from http://www.livejournal.com/ and I can honestly say I like this so much better. A couple things have changed. For starters this blog is not for social networking, but more like a journal. Second I am going to use military time instead of twelve hour time, because once you understand it, it is way easier. Also military time is standard in law enforcement and it is standard here at the jail. Third, I have a bad habit of talking in the signals and codes since I am still learning them so if I talk about something you don't understand, just ask. Lastly, Im going to ommit alot of names and information so that everyone stays safe and happy.

So on a regular day, seeing as how Im on nights, I wake up at around 1500, get ready and get to the jail by 1730 for briefing. If I have to pick up my girlfriend I usually cant leave later than 1630. Well, this morning I guess I either set my alarm clock wrong, or I turned it off in my sleep. So I woke up at 1630 when my mom brought me the phone saying that my girlfriend was calling. So of course I talked to her for a minute, then panicked. I put on deoderant (Sitting here now, I think I should have used a wet cloth to try to clean up but I didn't) and shaved without shaving cream. So now my baby smooth face feels like I shaved with a cheese greater. I then got dressed as fast as I could and left the house without brushing my teeth and without my jacket. So now sitting her I feel dirty, my mouth taste awful, and I never got that wake up feeling from the shower.

So I never really posted about the inmates. Most of the time I try not to look up why they are here but mostly you can just tell. I try not to judge because they are here this is their punishment, but they all try to be so fucking sneaky. Its almost like I am watching a bunch of kindergartners. You can just tell when you walk past and they all stare at you that they are planning something stupid. For example my two inmate workers were just laying on the bench with their eyes closed so now they are sweeping and moping the upstairs visitation and contact rooms. Im not trying to be an asshole I just want to keep them out of trouble.

So I have figured out what the corrections assistant position is for. Its not to deal with inmate complaints, or to watch for fights, its not even to open doors. My job is to watch the officers and make sure they are safe. I know that probably sounds better than it is. But as long as the inmates dont fight, they dont ask stupid fucking questions, and they dont fuck with the officers then I am happy. It just pisses me off when they try to hde shit from me. Like inmate overstreet alway trys to talk to people he shouldn't, or he slips papers through the fire doors seperating the sections. It just makes me want to be an officer so I can pull him out of the sections and chew his ass out. Oh well Ill remember his name and one day Ill be an officer.