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Engagement photos.
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[Aug. 10th, 2009|08:28 pm] |
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Sorry its been so long since i've posted. Been really busy with the house. We are just about done and when we are I will post tons of pictures, promise |
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[Jul. 10th, 2009|10:29 am] |
I should probably make a blog called how to make your crappy home pretty much amazing without spending any money.
I have been working alot on the house. Its starting to look really good. I have not even invested that much money into it. Lots of money for paint. A few bucks for new light fixtures. A little bit of sweat tearing down some old paneling...and a lot of time. I will be posting more pictures soon, but as for right now I am going to go work on the house some more...then off to work. |
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[Jun. 24th, 2009|09:02 pm] |
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I have friday off work. We close on our house at 10 am, then the work begins. I'm going to try to move all of my stuff this weekend. If I have any more time this weekend I want to begin painting and refinishing the cabinets. Lots of work to do. Pictures will be posted of our progress. |
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[Jun. 12th, 2009|12:23 pm] |
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We close on our house in two weeks. Things have been really crazy. Gage just had his 4th birthday party last weekend. We got him a puppy for his birthday and he loves her very much. Her name is Maggie she is an olde english bulldogge. My work schedule has sucked pretty bad the last two weeks and I have had to work M- F from 1530-2330. Meaning I have barely seen Nicole at all this week. It has been nice that I have been able to spend more time with Gage. He finished preschool up for the year and now has the summer off. He'll start in the pre kindergarten room in the fall. In one year we'll be getting him ready to go to kindergarten. Wow. He's getting so big!
The house we are buying is a 4 bedroom 2 bathroom 1960s rambler. It sits on a nice corner lot and has a detached 2 car garage. The backyard is decently sized, but this is the first time I've ever had a house in the suburbs... so it pales in comparison to my idea of a yard which consists of a couple acres or so. The house itself is in good condition, but needs some updating. We purchased it for $178,000 and recently had it appraised at $190,000 so we got a prety good deal.
It will be a easy adjustment for me. I can't wait to live in a house as opposed to the apartments I've been living in for the last 5 years. I've moved at least once every year for those 5 years so it will be nice to settle some place for a little while. I'm looking forward to being able to cook dinner again (which I really haven't done because I spend most of my time at Nicole's grandma's house and she always makes me food...which I really appreciate, but I really do like to cook too!) and plant a garden next summer and take care of the yard. As weird as it sounds I'm actually looking forward to doing work on the house too. When I was growning up we were always working on the farm or on our house, and I feel so lazy sometimes because it seems like I am rarely doing anything productive. The move will probably be harder on Nicole and Gage. Nicole has told me she doesn't like change, but I'm hoping this will be a good and easy one to make. I don't think that us living together full time will be much of a change. We pretty much live together now and we get along really great. One good change about this will be that Nicole and I will be able to have some more alone time. When we are at Nicole's grandma's there is always some one around... even when Gage is sleeping.
Gage on the other hand will probably have a hard time adjusting to a family life where it is just us three. It will be the first time he's had his own bedroom, and we just bought him his first big boy bed. He was pretty excited about it, but we'll see how excited he is when he actually has to sleep in it by himself!
Anyway here are some pictures. I need to wrap this up because its long, and Nicole keeps trying to read it while I'm writing and it makes me all self conscious about my writing then I lose my train of thought and then we get long rambling run-on sentences like this one.
( Pictures of the House and the puppy )
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[May. 24th, 2009|01:05 pm] |
I know its been almost two months, but because our house was a short sale there were a bunch of hoops we had to jump through. We finally heard the other day that we officially got the house. We will be closing on it June 26. We are having an inspection done on Tuesday so I will be able to get inside and get some pictures of the place. In a couple of weeks I should be really busy painting and possibly re doing the baseboard and trim.
Work has been good. I've heard some really positive things about my work performance from my boss. I'm still not a full time permanent employee, but hopefully I will be by the end of the year. My boss has even encouraged me to look for manager jobs of other campus public safety operations, telling me that I have nothing to lose and that he thinks I am "talented."
Life has been good. I wish I was making a little bit more money, but more and more it seems like I'm getting closer to that american dream! |
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[Mar. 29th, 2009|10:17 pm] |
Life is a little crazy right now. We are in the midst of planning our wedding.
We are in the process of buying a house. The sellers have accepted our offer, but its a short sale so we are waiting to hear whether or not their bank has approved the offer. The house has been on the market for a year. It was originally listed at 249,000 and we are paying 185,000 for the house, with the sellers paying the closing costs, so basically we are getting this 250,000 house for 178,500! If everything goes accordingly we will close on the house on june 4.
My new job is going well. Its given me lots of opportunities already. Actually, tomorrow I am leaving to go to Moorhead to help out the college up there with security issues that they are facing in lieu of the flooding they are experiencing up there right now. I will basically be working 16 hour days for the time that I am there to give their security personnel a bit of a hard-earned break. I should make some good money, and it will be a great experience. Its going to be hard to be away from Nicole and Gage for that long, but all the overtime will help us with buying the house too.
I just thought I would write about those two big things here really quickly. I just found out that I am going to Moorhead about an hour and a half ago. I have to pack and get in a good nights sleep. I have to be up at five in the morning to get ready and get over to the college by 6 so we can head out to Moorhead by around 7. I'll update when I get back. |
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[Jan. 18th, 2009|06:08 pm] |
I know its been a while since I have updated but i'll try to fill you in real quick on what has happened in the last 4 months or so.
I'm engaged! To the one and only Nicole. I love her so much, and even though we've been dating for less than a year I know in my heart that she is the one for me. I just feel something with her that I have never felt for anyone before. I never thought that I would be so excited to spend the rest of my life with one person. We don't know exactly when the big day will be, but we think sometime around May 2010.
With that, I am also about to become a step daddy to an amazing three and a half year old boy. I love Gage and he love me too, he thinks its so cool that he is going to have two daddies. (He only sees his bio father about once a week. He doesn't pay child support and is pretty unreliable...so this could be interesting in the future). I am excited, but a little nervous because I know so little about being a parent, and being a step parent.
Nicole just got a new job being the director of a family owned childcare center. I really think this will be a good change for her because she will spend less time teaching, and more time managing. (Which is one reason KinderCare was starting to get old)
I still work part-time at KinderCare. My great co-teacher got a new job just after thanksgiving and my new co-teacher drives me absolutely nuts! She supposedly taught in NYC for 15 years and has a masters in education, but yet she still cannot manage a preschool class. So work gets really stressful because I am only there three days a week and I still have to do all the work because my co-teacher can't handle it.
I am also still going to school. I switched my major to criminal justice, finally! It's what I have wanted to do the whole time, I was just in denial about it for a long time because my work experience at the jail was not a positive one. Ever since then I have had a really negative view of the criminal justice field and how I would do in it.
I also decided that I need to get back into the law enforcement/ public safety field, because I loved it so much when I worked security at the U. I recently got hired as a part time public safety officer at a college in downtown Minneapolis. It will be good to get back into the field, and I am excited about the possibility of this part time position switching to a full time position so I can be done at KinderCare. Also, I will be making almost exactly the same amount of money as I was making at the sheriff's office. So hopefully that means that Nicole, Gage, and I can get a house together within the next year!
Alot has happened and so much more is about to happen. I am so excited with where my life is going right now, and I can't wait to see where a few more months will take me!!! |
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[Sep. 19th, 2008|10:14 am] |
Okay, I know. I'm guilty. I haven't updated forever. But the truth is that I have gotten kind of wrapped up in this thing called life.
So breaking that rule about hooking up with a coworker turned out to be one of the best decisions of my life. She's absolutely amazing and we've been together since that night, and I don't regret it one bit. She understands me in ways that my other girlfriends never did. I'll admit that I was pretty freaked out right away considering she has a kid and all, but really he's just part of the whole package deal and I love him too! And even the fact that she is my supervisor didn't really turn out too bad either. Actually apparently KinderCare is just fine with it as long as we advised her supervisor, which we just did a couple weeks ago. There of course are some vindictive people that work at our center who were out for blood and started spreading rumors, but we cleared it all up. Actually I just thought their attempts to mess things up between us were just really funny. We laughed about it together afterwards.
On the work front, I am still at KinderCare. I am glad that I quit working at the jail even though I miss all of the stories that I used to have to tell from working there. I also miss the paychecks, and the good benefits. But in truth there is alot about it that I don't miss. The people, most of my coworkers and inmates alike. The schedule- working six days in a row just sucked additionally my shift was just at the wrong time in the day 1400-2230 or in other words right in the goddamn middle of everything.
I don't plan on staying at KinderCare for too much long though. The job is easy enough and it changes everyday, but I am sort of uneasy with the fact that I went from not knowing how to change a diaper six months ago to being a diaper changing master. In a couple weeks I am going back to do a paralegal program, because I have realized I am still interested in law, just not the enforcement aspect of it. Plus, I just need to find a good paying job so I can afford a house at some point because my living situation at this point is driving me nuts.
I went from living by the U of M in a cute little studio apartment to living in a two bedroom apartment in the ghetto of st. paul with two lesbians. My biggest motivation for moving was that I was going to be saving about 250 dollars a month on rent, but I have quickly realized that I am now spending most of that extra money on gas to get to st. louis park, on the other side of the metropolitan area. The commute in the morning is enough to drive me nuts. Oh and too make things better there is a train track that is literally 50 yards from my bedroom window and the trains run all night long. I need to get a job so I can buy a house, because I am sick of this renting crap and I have now moved at least once a year for the last five years. In all reality I am so ready to move in with Nicole, but I thought it would be a good idea to rent for another year just in case something came up. So All I have to do is get through another 10 months of this lease and then I should be in the clear. Assuming we have enough money buy then to get a nice little house. |
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[May. 17th, 2008|12:04 pm] |
I just broke one of my biggest rules.
"Never get involved with a coworker"
its even more awkward that she's my supervisor.
And I don't feel bad about it.
Oh Damn!
I'm in trouble.
I just want to keep life interesting. |
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[May. 14th, 2008|11:42 pm] |
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I love how life can throw you curves that you don't expect, whether for the good or the bad. Truly, you never know what to expect in the coming days, and that's what makes it so worth living. |
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[May. 13th, 2008|09:58 pm] |
I'm drinking beers and its a tuesday night. Any night is right for beers now, at this age. At work we call Tuesdays "terrible Tuesdays" since they are the worst day of the week; harder, even, than Mondays. See on Mondays all of the kids are still tired from the weekend with mom and dad, but by Tuesday they have regained all that energy, plus they have gotten into the swing of school again. This causes trouble.
I like my new job. I like the fact that I work normal hours and that I am on the same schedule as 90% of the world. I like that I can drive there, and don't have to take the bus (arg, I hate public transportation!!!!!!!) I also like the fact that people appreciate what I do, and that my hard work doesn't go unnoticed. I have only been at my new job a month and I already feel more appreciated than I did at the Sheriff's office. Though I will admit that I feel much more strange saying that I am a preschool teacher than a jailer when people ask me what I do for a living. Ah well, what can you do.
Its weird working in an environment which is mostly female dominated (there is only one other guy that works full time at this school) but I like, it sets me apart. Working with kids is alot different than working with inmates. For the most part I didn't give two shits as to what happened to the inmates, and it was easy to get mad at them and be mean because there was always so much muscle backing up what you said, but at school you learn to be more tactful. You have to use your words and explain your actions. You look for learning experiences in every little thing that you do. You want your kids to learn and to be good students. I guess I never realized how much a part students play in a teachers life. I really care about the kids I teach and take care of. I have dreams about them. I want them to succeed. I want to hear about them being academic all stars and high school athletes 10 years from now.
I wonder if any of my teachers ever felt the same way about me. I want to stick out to them, and not just blend in. Just like I look at all my kids and wonder which ones will be the standouts and which ones will fly under the radar.
I've been thinking alot about school lately. Especially since I went home last weekend for my sister's prom. I went to the grand march where all of the couples are presented. It felt so weird being back in my old high school gymnasium. I actually started having a slight panic attack. It was the first time I had been back in that building completely male, and it felt so strange. I had so many feelings I had a hard time discerning them all. After it I told my mom that I was so happy that I never went to prom and that I was no longer in high school. Which was only half true. I am glad that I am no longer in high school, but I wish I would've been able to go to prom as me. Actually, I wish I could do high school all over again as me. I feel like I am missing a part of my life.
Of course after it was all done and I spent so much time reflecting on what my high school career could have been like had I been able to live my life the way it had always meant to be, I realized that that saying "the grass is always greener on the other side" is so true. I often feel like I wish I could be somewhere other than where I am at, but the more I think about it reliving high school would not make me happy. There was so much about high school that was just miserable, but I keep feeling like reliving high school is the key to all my problems. Like if I relived high school right now, everything would be better. My sister's prom helped me realize that the past is past and that reliving any portion of it is not going to make me happy in the present.
I guess this realization took me by surprise. I have been thinking that going back to my past would make everything better for quite some time now. The hardest thing about realizing this was that now... I don't know what it is that I am looking for to make me happy (where as before I was almost certain that I just needed to reconquer my past).
Any way...
I can't focus.
It's been one year since I have graduated college, and I haven't done much with my life since then.
My brother is buying a house, and all I can think of is that I want to buy a house near my hometown in the near future. I want my own house with a little bit of land. I want to raise calves and farm a little bit of land, and get a decent job somewhere. I need to get out of the city. I know many young people find the city exciting, but I find it oppressive. All of the people here dictate what I can and cannot do. I only feel free when I am in the country, and I can't wait to move back.
I've been reading a memoir of a man who served in the 101st airborne during world war 2 and lately I feel like I was borne in the wrong decade. The 1930s and 1940s seem like they were right up my alley. Something about that time period seems so appealing to me. I don't feel very strong right now, but I wonder if I had been born back then if I would have the strength to serve my country in its time of need. |
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[Apr. 4th, 2008|11:27 am] |
I'm so happy that its getting nice out, and I am even more happy that in a few days I will be done with my job. Basically I am looking forward to starting my new job. Its been tough the last few days at work because all I can think about is being done.
Actually this last week has ended up sucking even more because on the first day of my last rotation I ended up smashing one of my fingers in a steel door (which I have been told are filled with concrete). Luckily I was able to catch the door before it slammed all the way closed (which has taken off some others fingers in the past). I knew it hurt right away, but I didn't think it was that bad, until the glove that I was wearing started to fill up with blood. I went and stopped the bleeding and bandaged it up and went back to work. I didn't really think anything of it. I thought the cut looked pretty deep, but it was only like 1 cm long so I thought it would be fine. My sergeant came up to me like an hour later and told me that I should go to the hospital. It was a good thing that I did, I guess. I ended up getting three stitches. The good news was they didn't think my finger was broken, and if it was it was minor. I need to wear a splint anyway because the laceration was right on the crease of my first knuckle so I can't bend my finger anyhow. Also, I spent like 4 hours that day doing nothing and getting paid for it. However, now they have me on light duty so I have to sit in control rooms for my last rotation (one of my least favorite parts of the job).
There are some pretty cool people that I am going to miss, but there are way more that just annoy the piss out of me. I guess in every job there are some people that you won't get along with, but maybe law enforcement and corrections is the type of job that attracts the type of people that I find annoying.
For awhile I thought that the job would help me become more aggressive and assertive, basically I thought it would make me more of an asshole. If I wanted to stay at that job thats what I would have to do, but I realized that's not what I want. I want to be me. I am a nice guy. One of the jail nurses said that she was sad to see me go because I counterbalanced the other deputies. Its hard to be the nice guy in that environment and I don't want to take that challenge. Maybe things in the jail would be different if more deputies were like me, but I am not about to be the one to try to force a change. So I am getting outta dodge. I don't want to have to worry about it anymore. Its different when you hear about crime on the news and then you forget it it as soon as you get to work, but to actually go to the place where the person charged with the murder of that little girl is sitting right infront of you... it gets to you. I treat everyone at the jail as a person (alot of the time I don't look up what they are in for, because I don't want to know) I think many other people see them for the crime they are charged with. I let their observable actions make up my perception of them, and as long as I got respect I would give it.
Anyway. Preschool will be killer. I can't wait to finger paint! Hopefully this job will give me more insight into what I want to do in the future, or it will provide me with a more relaxed atmosphere where I will be able to figure out what is going on in my life right now. |
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[Mar. 26th, 2008|10:34 am] |
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I'm quitting my job. |
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[Mar. 25th, 2008|12:59 am] |
I don't know how I went from being so passionate about law enforcement to not really caring for it in a matter of months, but it has happened. I think being put in an environment which let me more fully understand what law enforcement was all about kinda did it for me.
Ever since starting my job in the jail I have felt completely unmotivated when it comes to work, which is really rare for me since in every other job I have had I have always worked to be the best. Also, at my last security job I was always strict when it came to rules, now I am so lax that I worry that my coworkers will find fault with my management technique.
I know I have bitched about my job in my last two entries, but I am totally trying to find a way to justify quitting after just four months. Especially when I thought that this job was going to be a perfect stepping stone to my dream job.
Tomorrow I actually have a job interview. Before wanting to be a police officer, I really wanted to be a teacher (this is what I went to school for...but haven't quite finished.) Working in the jail has really shown me that I am too nurturing, caring, and sensitive for a career in law enforcement. My interview tomorrow is for being a preschool teacher. The lady that contacted me to set up the interview seemed really eager to have me come in, which is promising, though I am a little worried about what I will do if she does offer me a job.
Taking the job would be a major pay cut, but maybe it would make me happier.
I pretty much babysit at my job now, except its harder because the people I babysit are grown adults, at least kids have an excuse.
I would have to quit my job after only four months, and two months of training. I really feel like I will be letting a lot of people down, not to mention that I feel like more than a few of my coworkers will have something to say if they know that I am leaving.
On the bright side I would be able to get away from the jail's depressing environment. I have noticed one of the things that I miss the most about my old job was the fact that I used to be able to get outside. At the jail I am inside all day, and there aren't any windows. The preschool job would afford me the chance to be outside more (for field trips and other activities). Also, I think that dealing with kids offers so much more promise and hope than dealing with inmates.
I also noticed that being unmotivated at my current job means that I really have no dreams/ plans for my future. My plan initially was to work at the jail for a bit and then go back to school to be a police officer, but not even that dream inspires me. If I took the preschool job I would probably work and go back to school to be a licensed teacher.
The other thing about being a teacher is that it would eventually give me the opportunity to move back to my hometown.
Another thing is that I feel like in the field of law enforcement my trans status will follow me where ever I go. It wasn't really a problem at Hennepin County, but to know that I would have to bring it up for any other law enforcement job is daunting, and I would really just rather not have it come up all the time. In the field of education I really don't think that this will be as much of a concern.
Well as you can see I am really a rather confused little boy at the moment. Hopefully soon I will get it all figured out...or at least closer to figured out.
I guess I will see how the interview goes tomorrow. I should settle down, they have to offer me the job first before I start running all these thoughts through my head. |
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[Mar. 16th, 2008|10:17 am] |
It's been way too long since I have updated last. Work has been keeping me pretty busy, and when I am not at work I am still trying to figure out my life which feels like a full time job.
I my recent job has really given me an inside perspective to the people in law enforcement and I am genuinely less than impressed. When I started I was much more concerned with how the inmates would react to me rather than how my coworkers would. Stupidly enough this sounds like grade school all over again. I am short, I am small, and I am a pretty friendly guy. I don't spend my time at work trying to look and sound completely macho. This is completely unlike the majority of my male coworkers. Who frequently find it necessary to remind me how small and young looking I am. This is really the first environment where I have felt very "un-manly" or at least the first time that people have taken my friendliness as weakness. I just don't want to spend my entire time at work all wound up, looking to knock inmates for small things that just make the night worse. I would much rather be a little slack and have everything run smoothly for the rest of the night. I realize that even though many of the inmates have done bad things and the ones that haven't just have bad attitudes and they are mostly ungrateful when I go out of my way to help them, but I know that I want to treat everyone the way I would want someone in my family treated if they were in jail.
Last night I was involved in my first real "Use of Force" incident. An inmate (A) wrote me a note which said that another inmate (B) needed to be moved from the Quad because he was having trouble with him. Inmate A didn't really want to talk about what was going on, and wanted it kept on the low down from everyone else. Once everyone was locked in for the night he told me what was going on. Inmate A said that Inmate B kept trying to pick fights with him and if Inmate B wasn't moved out of the quad a fight would occur tomorrow. So I call the classification officer (the person who decides which housing unit works best for each inmate) and the CO tells me to move Inmate A out and to another housing unit. Inmate A started to protest the decision (obviously he wanted the other guy to be moved) and I told him that he could either go to the other housing unit or he could go the Segregation. So Inmate A starts freaking out and goes over to Inmate B's cell and starts yelling at and threatening him. Of course this happens right at shift change so another deputy was arriving at the quad as all this was going on. We told Inmate A to get moving, but he just kept going on and on so we had to forcefully handcuff him, and then after we got him cuffed I had to escort him to his new housing (which ended up being Segregation anyway because there was no way he was going to get along with other people at this point). Inmate A is still yelling at Inmate B, but now he is cuffed. To get him moving I had to use a pain compliance technique. It was the first time I had ever used it outside of training. It actually worked, which was a confidence boost to me. I had to stay after shift for an hour and write my report, which pretty much sucked because my supervisors were already gone. I had to submit my report to a different Sgt. who I don't know very well, but I got this impression that he thought I was an idiot.
I just don't know if I could be in this line of work very long. Its a very stressful work environment where you take your life into your hands every night, and no one realizes how much you do. Part of me just wants to be a regular Joe and not have to worry about all the crap that is going on around me.
At this point in time I am doubtful that I will go back to school to become a licensed peace officer.
On top of my doubts about my career field I have been finding myself more and more wanting to move back to my hometown, so I could live in a more rural setting. However, there is a very slim possibility that this will happen anytime soon. I would have a difficult time finding a job (not only because there aren't any, but because I don't know what I want to do with my life right now). Law enforcement is out of the question down there though, because nothing ever happens and it would likely be the most boring job ever.
I have realized that I really like working with my hands and want to find a job which affords me time outdoors. So as soon as I figure out what that may be, I'll have to figure it out.
My general outlook on life right now is that I am not very happy, but I am looking for ways to change that. Its hard though because I don't know what will make me happy. |
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[Jan. 10th, 2008|08:29 pm] |
Its been awhile so I figured I would take a few minutes before I head off to work to update y'all on how things are going in my life.
I've been at my new job for about a month now and things are moving along pretty well. I am still in training and will be for about another month before I will be working on my own. I had about 2 weeks of boring classroom stuff to get through. Last week was my use of force training week. It went pretty well. The first couple of days I was really disappointed because I thought the sergeant there was some large-type asshole. He picked on me the most out of anybody in my class, and always demonstrated on me. Of course this last part doesn't sound too bad except when you consider what we were doing. Having a fourth degree black belt demonstrate use of force techniques on you ends up to be a pretty painful learning experience. For some reason he never seemed to go easy though. He was a pretty intense guy. By the end of the week however I started realizing he wasn't so bad, and obviously he just wanted us to do well because if we didn't he would end up catching shit in the end for it. I volunteered to be the first in my class to get peppered because I wanted to prove myself to him. I took a shot right in the face and kept my eyes open long enough to handcuff my partner. I knew I was doing good when sarge was like "man, he still has his eyes open. he's a tough little shit." That was a pretty big compliment coming from him. But yeah, pepper spray sucks. I never would have imagined how painful it is. It really is like taking a habenero pepper and sticking it right in your eyes.
The last couple of days I have been doing my field training in the jail. The first night I was up in the intake area doing pat searches. I ended up finding a couple of good things, such as a hypodermic needle in one guys shoe, and a small dagger in the liner of another guys pocket. I also ended up searching a very smelly individual. My FTO said it was the worst smell he had encountered in the jail in seven years. I didn't really think it was that bad, but I knew it must have been when everyone behind me started shouting "oh my god" and running out into the garage away from the smell.
The next night I was doing fingerprinting, which went really well except for the fact that my FTO had to go deal with this crazy pregnant inmate who was smashing her belly into the wall repeatedly. They ended up putting her in a restraint chair but because she was pregnant it didnt work as well as it should and she continued to harm herself. Then once she was out of the chair she proceeded to shit and piss all over the cell and shove various objects inside herself. Ew. Anyway she went to the hospital eventually because she said she was having the baby. We were happy to take her to the hospital, but I guess she wasnt going into labor anyway. So she came back the next day.
Last night I was in intake again. Everything seemed to be going well. Except I guess I missed a crack pipe and a lighter on a guy. He told everyone it was in his pocket, but I know I searched him thoroughly. He also was searched by a veteran Deputy and he didn't find it either. I'm pretty sure he had it shoved up his ass. Wow, the jail is so pleasant. Anyhow. I have to go catch the bus now to get to work. Yay dog shift. |
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