tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4046693734392810795.post3842775539012315632..comments2023-08-03T07:50:51.707-05:00Comments on Attitude and Pepper Spray: A Walk Down memory LaneJustRexhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00389126268262607714noreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4046693734392810795.post-74639342160879864272009-01-07T12:58:00.000-06:002009-01-07T12:58:00.000-06:00Update- I just learned the other day that the inma...Update- I just learned the other day that the inmate I posted about has been released from prison. That's kinda scary. Not that he's all that dangerous, but that he's all that crazy. I hope he is somewhere that they will keep a good eye on him.JustRexhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00389126268262607714noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4046693734392810795.post-27131487486203327692009-01-05T16:47:00.000-06:002009-01-05T16:47:00.000-06:00I guess I'm lucky. My wife used to be a C.O. and ...I guess I'm lucky. My wife used to be a C.O. and she understands the need to talk about it, plus she misses the work and likes hearing about what went on. I give her all the camp gossip at the same time to keep her attentive. And my daughter will sit with wide-eyed wonder as I spin the latest tale. Then she'll scamper off to school and say "Omigawd! You should hear what my dad did last night!"JustRexhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00389126268262607714noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4046693734392810795.post-84440698017637583722009-01-05T13:04:00.000-06:002009-01-05T13:04:00.000-06:00I've a neighbor whose wife absolutely refuses to l...I've a neighbor whose wife absolutely refuses to let her husband talk about his work....I can't imagine having to work in a place like the "system" and NOT being able to talk about it.....or make jokes about it.......That would just plain be bad for mental stability i feel. personally, I'm glad there are people like darev who do the job....I've come across a couple of yahoos in my lifetime, and it sure does make me feel better thinking of them in a "place".....<BR/>da looploopymamain06https://www.blogger.com/profile/09526236259368946787noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4046693734392810795.post-64135775682074497142009-01-05T07:44:00.000-06:002009-01-05T07:44:00.000-06:00Oh god, here's a good veri-word(recles)<-- ...Oh god, here's a good veri-word<BR/><BR/>(recles)<-- the not very often booked clown AKA Mr. Recles who terrified kids by producing bouquets from his rectum.Auntiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01260592344390381235noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4046693734392810795.post-91217976460955306752009-01-05T07:43:00.000-06:002009-01-05T07:43:00.000-06:00I got nothing for you except, I cannot believe tha...I got nothing for you except, I cannot believe that some people choose this line of work. But, more power to y'all.<BR/><BR/>(aggin)<-- the retching noise made by those in attendance with the treasure chest of poop was opened.Auntiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01260592344390381235noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4046693734392810795.post-6912714042999534902009-01-05T06:48:00.000-06:002009-01-05T06:48:00.000-06:00I have found a way to deal with the temptations th...I have found a way to deal with the temptations that cause me to act unprofessional at times. I merely give into them. One of my favorites is to walk into a wing singing Frank Sinatra, and to see how many of the inmates I can get to join in with me. Start spreadin' the news.... I'm leavin' today.... I want to be a part of it.... New York, New York..... Its a hoot!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4046693734392810795.post-92233003644732185422009-01-05T05:49:00.000-06:002009-01-05T05:49:00.000-06:00Personally, I think there is no place better. Ins...Personally, I think there is no place better. Inside the prison, anyway. But the temptation to do something silly is often almost overwhelming. The sheep thing gave me the giggles. Our offenders make this noise when they are talking about either hitting or shooting someone and it sounds just like a chicken. "Bock bock bock!" And they always say it really loud. If I'm in the wing and hear it I'll usually respond with a rooster crow or two. The little nits refuse to cough up with any eggs, tho.<BR/>I wonder what our staff pshrinks think about us. It's hard to tell sometimes. One day they'll act like we're a band of thugs or wolverines on a thin leash and the next day we're merely a box of minorly useful tools.JustRexhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00389126268262607714noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4046693734392810795.post-57949375219022692452009-01-04T23:10:00.000-06:002009-01-04T23:10:00.000-06:00Sorry, I can't type. The comment I meant to wr...Sorry, I can't type. The comment I meant to write was "thank god! I spent 3 hours trying to get them to stop with the f#$&-ing BARKING!" <BR/><BR/>We don't allow f@#$-ing sounds. That is just sick and wrong and inevitably results with more conduct reports.icypuphttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04951480117569599736noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4046693734392810795.post-80452231723119604602009-01-04T23:07:00.000-06:002009-01-04T23:07:00.000-06:00Adseg is the place the be. You never know what you...Adseg is the place the be. You never know what you are walking into. I once responded to a suicide attempt in adseg. It was 2 oclock in the morning and I had been called in as the on-call clinician. I walk onto adseg and I just sat down and started the paperwork. I typically find it effortless to ignore any and all noise - inmates yelling out to ask what time it is or the date, the occasional one trying to do homework the teachers gave who yells out asking for the answer to #5, the endless smack talk about what inmates will do to the other inmate that got him in adseg. But I am just minding my own business, doing my work when I stopped, looked up at the Sgt and asked, "um...did I just hear sheep?" and his response was "thank god! I spent 3 hours trying to get them to stop with the f#$&-ing!" <BR/><BR/>I personally could never work in adseg as an officer, or an officer on a housing unit. To me, inapropriate yet funny, is still funny and I wouldn't be able to maintain composure or professionalism. I can hold it together for about 45 minutes, 75 minutes if I am doing an intake. After that, I just cant keep composure. Our adseg is set up with two rows on the ground and two rows of upper tier. To me this just SCREAMS 'lets sing something in a round' and I offered this idea up to the CO who just shook his head stating that earlier he spent most of the afternoon trying to get all the guys on the left to yell "Tastes great!" and all the guys on the right to respond "Less filling!" to no avail.icypuphttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04951480117569599736noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4046693734392810795.post-70085301536770367082009-01-04T21:26:00.000-06:002009-01-04T21:26:00.000-06:00I just kind of fell into it, Miz Donna. We lived ...I just kind of fell into it, Miz Donna. We lived in a tourist town for over ten years and we both got tired of being laid off every winter when the work dried up. So we moved up here and the prisons were hiring like crazy. And when I got to this camp they kept sending me down to the Adseg house. I think it was because they didn't really like me all that much and nobody liked working there. But it turns out I had a good temperament for the place and I stayed, much to everyone's amazement. I guess it takes a real fool to deal well with fools.JustRexhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00389126268262607714noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4046693734392810795.post-9356613105771740262009-01-04T19:44:00.000-06:002009-01-04T19:44:00.000-06:00I can't even imagine why anybody would work that j...I can't even imagine why anybody would work that job! More power to you.Donna. Whttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18393352099473686196noreply@blogger.com