So I guess I should give a little background about the name of this blog. I was hired by the Michigan Department of Corrections to conduct hearings on prisoners charged with major misconduct rule violations. So I went to prison, but not to serve a sentence. I got to go home after eight ( or nine or ten hours. I once worked sixteen hours, punched in at 8 AM on first shift. Punched out at 10 PM with second shift. It was after a riot, oops, I mean disturbance. Naturally, the riot, oops, I mean disturbance, generated an unusually large number of misconduct reports. We were instructed not to call it riots, riots. ) Anyway, I worked at this job for almost 20 years. I was a gramma when I started, and I still am, only more so. I am also fatter than when I started. In a disturbing way, I really enjoyed my career working in the prison system. I always say you have to be a really stable person, or totally insane, to survive a career unscathed in this environment. I haven't decided yet which description applies to me.
Generally, I got along pretty well. One day, I went back to visit my old place of employment, the UAW-Legal Services Plan office in Ypsilanti, Michigan. One of the women there asked me how I liked working in the prison system. I told her that it took some getting used to the prevalent use of curse words, profanity, yelling, insulting language. I thought that was bad, but then there were the prisoners!
When the prisoners did not like my findings at hearings, their favorite insult was FAT BITCH! I never got mad about it, I just told them, "Well, you're half right." Humor always worked better than anger. I learned that early on.