It is 2037 hours. I am lying on my stomach on the bed (one that we got on Amazon that I was a little skeptical about getting. Surprisingly it isn't 100% bad.. only about 40%). Mackenzie just went into the other room (I wonder what she is doing..?). She was up until about two minutes ago laying next to me playing her games on her phone. She has these trivia games she likes to play that I help her cheat with by searching answers before we write them down (LOL!)... we DEFINATELY make a good team!
It has already been 3 days since I first broke my silence on this thing. I hope I stick with it. I HAVE been thinking about writing since Wednesday, but I always seem to procrastinate doing it until it is too late to do it. Oh well. "Never stop starting" is something that my mom says in her fitness classes that she teaches at the Blanco Community Center ("Gem of the Hills" as they call it). The saying really can be applied to all areas of life, as we are all ALWAYS falling short of our goals. Whether it is failing to maintain a diet 100% of the time, or ceasing study of something you need to be studying, or having a day where you don't want to do anything. If you fail, never stop starting over again. So, with that, here's to me starting my daily blogging/online-journal-keeping over again.
So because I haven't made any sort of entry the last couple of days, I should play a little bit of catch-up:
Thursday- The only thing worth while that really happened on Thursday was I went shooting with a couple of guys from work. I was allowed to buy a rifle as part of my birthday present this last year, and I am still toying around with it. I got a aimpoint red dot sight from another guy from work and I threw it on my rifle almost as soon as I got it. I FINALLY sighted it in yesterday. 0'd in at 50 yards, which I would say is a good length. Anyways, I was able to put about 200 rounds down range which is a good amount for one day of shooting.
Friday- Showed up at briefing at work at 0545 hours. Some buckwheat was found with 8 coffee bags (Imagine the size of an average shoe in size) full of feces. The dude who was found with it was and is known for throwing and smearing his crap when he doesn't get what he wants... what's his name?.. "P" is good enough I think. I won't give you his name because that is too specific for public knowledge. The first initial of his first name should suffice.
Other than that we had 3 deployments back to back. It made the time go quick, but holy cow I was exhausted and hot.... and hungry afterwards. One kid we deployed on is named "D". Known to assault Staff, breaking lights, and being disruptive. Holy cow. So this kid, D, is a Level 1 inmate, which is the highest level you can get. He put himself in that classification by assaulting a staff member so so badly he was out for a month. Shattered his nose. so much blood, lemme tell you. The other kid we deployed on is named "Y." Y was arrested and booked in 3 months ago, and already has 17 Destruction of Property infractions. His MO is breaking cameras and sprinklers just cuz he feels like it. I honestly don't understand some people. He doesn't understand why does it either I believe. Sociopathy? Y was deployed on back to back. We dressed up, went inside and moved him after he broke a sprinkler head, went outside and took off our (hot) gear, got called back, put our (hot) gear back on and went inside and put him in the restraint chair. Oh well, it gives us something to do, and reps to practice with for when it actually comes down to a REAL deployment.
Today- The only major things that happened today were a staff member was assaulted by the same inmate that assaulted me a little while back. I responded to the assistance call, saw her laying on her stomach with another staff member holding her down, I went up to them and got ahold of her legs with my nunchakus and turned her around to where she was laying on her stomach. Then she went in the chair, pretty easy work. Still, gave us something to do for a boring Saturday morning.
There was something I wanted to write down specifically, but I can't remember.. It's okay. I wrote enough for tonight anyways.. I hope I can remember it tomorrow. Whatever I write tomorrow will be more insightful, I promise.
-P
Saturday, October 21, 2017
Wednesday, October 18, 2017
Wednesday, 10/18/2017
Good afternoon. It is 1716 hours (5:16 PM). I am sitting in my living room, my left leg is crossed over my right leg, which is elevated on the big brown oversized bean bag. I am sitting next to Mackenzie (my wife), and she is watching "who's line is it anyways?". These are some good days, in my house at least.
This blog, these days and from here on out, will be aimed towards telling the world about my days in LE (Law Enforcement). Sometimes I have the need to vent. Sometimes I don't know how, or who to, or what about. Maybe the idea behind starting this is my own personal way of getting things off of my chest, I don't know. I certainly have noticed an increase in my overall stress these days. My stress, I believe, can be blamed primarily on things going on, current events, all of which are just tallied up to being "signs of the times." The things I have noticed lately: increase in natural disasters, war brewing between countries, a general lack of faith in Heavenly Father and the gospel of Jesus Christ, a rise in crime and hate between different people of different races and beliefs. All of these have been talked about and warned of years prior to these days. It's kinda scary.
So with work, like I said I am a Law Enforcement Officer; not far off from my original dream of being a lawyer. For the sake of potential ousting of myself by my personal beliefs which may or may not be construed wrongfully, as we see with politicians who run for office, regardless of what it is they run for, I will not disclose who I am employed by. I don't even know if I even want to publish my blog to any public forum yet. I don't want to have any sort of attention at all for my ideas. However, they might be useful and interesting to some. Some people might be interested in the stories I tell about work, some people might identify with my ideas and beliefs, and like the support of having someone go through the same things I struggle with, some people might not understand at all. Like myself. I used to secretly make fun of bloggers. I thought it was ridiculous when I would see or here of someone constantly writing about their lives. I digress.
Work sometimes can be challenging. While I say I am a "Law Enforcement Officer," people generally assume I am talking about "Police Officers." Well, I am not a police officer. I am a corrections officer, assigned to the tactical emergency response team (Corrections Tactical, or CTAC, as it is called). I see and hear things daily that some people will never hear or see in their entire lives. Have you ever responded to a medical emergency, where there is a report of an unresponsive person, only to arrive at the scene and know for certainty that the person is dead and beyond help, and still have to perform CPR on that person? have you ever had to respond to a fight, where there was so much blood on the ground that you could've guessed that there had been a stabbing, and the person next to you could've guessed the same? Have you ever been cussed out so badly it makes you wonder why you are even in your profession, all because you wear a badge on your chest? I have. All of these things. I don't want to say it's hard to handle all of it, but it is. I have the day off today and tomorrow. I work on Friday. Who knows what'll happen then.
There is support in the guys that I work with. And with my wife. She is so wonderful. She is the greatest thing in the world to me. I hesitate when I say "thing", because these days the feminazis and the movement behind it would crucify me with my choice of words. "She is NOT an OBJECT!" they would say, but, she IS my WIFE. The word "wife" is a noun. A Noun is defined as a person, place, or THING, and sometimes an idea. So, I stand by my choice of words. But would she understand some of the things I talk about? I don't even know if I have the capabilities to talk or convey in words some of the things that bother me. Sometimes I just need to vent, and sometimes I don't think it is something I can vent to another human being about. Sometimes I just need to talk about it. But sometimes I can't.
I think I am going to wrap it up for today. This was meant to be just an intro to my new aim for my blog, but it turned into a full post. Oh well. There will be more to come tomorrow. I will probably post more then, then again, it is just another day off and I don't think anything interesting will happen. We'll see.
This blog, these days and from here on out, will be aimed towards telling the world about my days in LE (Law Enforcement). Sometimes I have the need to vent. Sometimes I don't know how, or who to, or what about. Maybe the idea behind starting this is my own personal way of getting things off of my chest, I don't know. I certainly have noticed an increase in my overall stress these days. My stress, I believe, can be blamed primarily on things going on, current events, all of which are just tallied up to being "signs of the times." The things I have noticed lately: increase in natural disasters, war brewing between countries, a general lack of faith in Heavenly Father and the gospel of Jesus Christ, a rise in crime and hate between different people of different races and beliefs. All of these have been talked about and warned of years prior to these days. It's kinda scary.
So with work, like I said I am a Law Enforcement Officer; not far off from my original dream of being a lawyer. For the sake of potential ousting of myself by my personal beliefs which may or may not be construed wrongfully, as we see with politicians who run for office, regardless of what it is they run for, I will not disclose who I am employed by. I don't even know if I even want to publish my blog to any public forum yet. I don't want to have any sort of attention at all for my ideas. However, they might be useful and interesting to some. Some people might be interested in the stories I tell about work, some people might identify with my ideas and beliefs, and like the support of having someone go through the same things I struggle with, some people might not understand at all. Like myself. I used to secretly make fun of bloggers. I thought it was ridiculous when I would see or here of someone constantly writing about their lives. I digress.
Work sometimes can be challenging. While I say I am a "Law Enforcement Officer," people generally assume I am talking about "Police Officers." Well, I am not a police officer. I am a corrections officer, assigned to the tactical emergency response team (Corrections Tactical, or CTAC, as it is called). I see and hear things daily that some people will never hear or see in their entire lives. Have you ever responded to a medical emergency, where there is a report of an unresponsive person, only to arrive at the scene and know for certainty that the person is dead and beyond help, and still have to perform CPR on that person? have you ever had to respond to a fight, where there was so much blood on the ground that you could've guessed that there had been a stabbing, and the person next to you could've guessed the same? Have you ever been cussed out so badly it makes you wonder why you are even in your profession, all because you wear a badge on your chest? I have. All of these things. I don't want to say it's hard to handle all of it, but it is. I have the day off today and tomorrow. I work on Friday. Who knows what'll happen then.
There is support in the guys that I work with. And with my wife. She is so wonderful. She is the greatest thing in the world to me. I hesitate when I say "thing", because these days the feminazis and the movement behind it would crucify me with my choice of words. "She is NOT an OBJECT!" they would say, but, she IS my WIFE. The word "wife" is a noun. A Noun is defined as a person, place, or THING, and sometimes an idea. So, I stand by my choice of words. But would she understand some of the things I talk about? I don't even know if I have the capabilities to talk or convey in words some of the things that bother me. Sometimes I just need to vent, and sometimes I don't think it is something I can vent to another human being about. Sometimes I just need to talk about it. But sometimes I can't.
I think I am going to wrap it up for today. This was meant to be just an intro to my new aim for my blog, but it turned into a full post. Oh well. There will be more to come tomorrow. I will probably post more then, then again, it is just another day off and I don't think anything interesting will happen. We'll see.
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