What a time for this crap to start up again. We get hammered busy and the wench up in medical that's in charge up there wants to start throwing her weight around again. Beeotch!
We get one lockup come down from the bus. A newbie. We were expecting that one. Right behind him comes another one that we had no idea about. They couldn't even tell us why they were locking him up!
Great. We had three beds left in the house. Put the newbie in one and this guy in another one. In the meantime we are trying to count and feed the house and the nurse is still waiting to do med pass. We got two utility officers in the house, one on the floor and one in the bubble. The guy in the bubble calls down and says "Will you go into B-wing? I think she needs some help in there."
We all trot into B-wing and she has both inmates in cuffs and says that one of them just wrote a note stating he was suicidal.
We get him out and I trot into C-wing and up to the first camera cell and tell the guy in there to pack his stuff, because we are moving him. He gets mouthy with me and says "I aint packing sh*t!"
He ends up moving (and getting a violation, which he complained about) and we put the other guy from B-wing on suicide watch and I get back into the office and start trying to stir our numbers around so that count comes out right and the phone rings and the Lieutenant asks me "Why isn't med pass getting done?"
So I get a little short with him and give him the readers digest version of what has been happening and that med pass is starting right away.
What a bunch of crap.
Sarge gets a call from the captain later and is told that "Everything goes on hold until med pass is done."
"I'm very sorry, sir. But you are not going to be able to kill yourself right now. Tell the voices in your head to wait about half an hour until med pass is done, okay? Have a nice day."
"Hey! You two! Stop fighting until med pass is done!"
"Count? What count? Don't bother me, we're doing med pass!"
I'm not sure who is in charge in medical anymore. It might still be that hateful bullfrog looking woman. But when stuff starts getting flaky she needs to waddle her chairbound butt down to the Hive and see if she can fix the situation herself, rather than calling and crying to the captain all the time. Maybe if she actually DID HER JOB AND KNEW WHAT WAS GOING ON she might get it.
But I doubt it.
Some people would rather spend their time making trouble than fixing it.
Some people should be working at Walmart instead.
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