Tuesday, June 3, 2008

You drove my car, off a fucking cliff.

Yesterday I turned in my application. I had an appointment at 10 but I arrived at Marion correctional around 9:25 and sat in my car for a couple mins. I remember looking at one of the gaurd tower and seeing an officer and I was like fuck yeah. I headed toward the admin building and saw an older looking officer walking out the front door. He looked at me and said you here for an interview? He then shook my hand and introduced himself as Sgt. M. He told me he was stepping out for a drink so I walked inside. While I was in there a black inmate worker with gold teeth was talking to me and asking how I was doing. Several minutes later Sgt. M came back and said it would be a few minutes. After that he called me in his office so I went in and sat down. I then gave him my application and copies of my birth certificate, fbat scores, drivers license, diploma, and social security card. I also gave him my selective service card to verify. I then had to fill out a paper that asked what I knew about writing reports, experience with other cultures, and where I had learned about the job. He then asked if I had ever been arrested even as a juvenile. He also asked what I didnt finish in the police academy and I told him driving. He then asked if had any questions and I asked about going to school because I wanted to be a probation officer and he told me the state reimbursed some classes and I asked about getting the midnight shift and he said remind him when if I take a physical and he should be able to get me it. He then asked if there were alot of people taking the fbat and he said about 11-12. He then said that I should get a phone call within 3-4 and if not to call him back but he said mine looked easy so it wouldnt take that long.Im so relieved to have it in. Even if I dont get the job Im just happy not to have the stress.

Yesterday at work they told me that if I dont have anything to do I have to clock out and then my boss started talking about working every other day and she kept saying till we get through this and I just wanted to say fuck you. Chris said he doesnt think the shop made enough money to pay for itself, like we only made 23.5 and we need 24 just to break even. I will be so happy if I get that job.

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