Just a word now and then about working in a prison and for the Department Of Corrections. Plus a good bit of ranting here and there.
Sunday, November 18, 2012
I Don't Know How To Act!
Every once in awhile when I was a COI, Sgt Uncle T would get called up to Central towards the end of the night to be the acting Lieutenant when one of them had to go home early. Manning the phones and taking call-in's from midnight shift and such.
I always thought "Man! I don't ever want to do that! No, thank you!"
And then tonight was my night. Joy. I got to be acting Lieutenant for almost 45 minutes.
It wasn't an Oscar winning performance.
While I was up there 9 house called and said that they might have had a fight. There was one inmate with blood on his head and they got a tip that he'd been in a fight with another one.
Just freaking dandy. St Francis was supervising some inmates helping the plumber fix a drain in B-dining. Uncle Scary was helping count 6 house. And I couldn't leave because I was the only one in Central and somebody has to stay there. Pfui.
Well, count finally cleared and Lt Pants came back up so I scooted down to 9 house to get the skinny on this fight. We looked at the guy with the bleeding head and we all agreed that he'd either been in a fight or had just flat been assaulted. He denied it flatly.
Can you guess what he said happened?
Let's say it all together now....
"Sarge, I fell off of my bunk!"
Ding! Thanks for playing. For a consolation prize we are locking you up, poindexter. There were too many other marks on him other than his head. He'd been thumped.
We checked out the other guy who supposedly did it and there wasn't a mark on him anywhere. Not a bump or a bruise or a scratch. And unless we saw it in person or on video, there wasn't anything we could do, so he got a free ride.
He could have done it. And it's my belief that he probably did. But without an admission or any evidence there was nothing we could do.
And so ended my illustrious career as the acting Lieutenant.