Now It Feels Like Summer
Posted: Wed Aug 08, 2007 11:26 am
No matter how long you have worked in corrections, every summer in the penitentiary promises to be an interesting one.
For the most part this year, we've been blessed with a fairly mild summer. However, the past few weeks have brought a rise in temperature and humidity, and along with it the rise in tempers and every things else.
Immediately after beginning my shift I stepped into the hall way to the distinct odor of o-Chlorobenzylidene Malononitrile, the chemical agents utilized in our grenades and 37mm. Having been through numerous disturbances, I have to admit, the odor brought a slight grin to my face and the race was on to respond to the scene.
It was rather small as far as disturbances go, just shy of 50 offenders being subjected to the chemical agents, it seems some gangs just couldn't play nice and were determined to give me a busy night.
I enjoy the chaos my job brings; quelling a situation, setting up a triage for injuries and the seemingly endless plots of procedure which follow such an incident. So, after the smoke cleared, the ambulances left and many hours later the unit returned to a semblance of normal operations it left me tired but reminding me why I do this nutty job sometimes.
Ayup, summer is finally here.
For the most part this year, we've been blessed with a fairly mild summer. However, the past few weeks have brought a rise in temperature and humidity, and along with it the rise in tempers and every things else.
Immediately after beginning my shift I stepped into the hall way to the distinct odor of o-Chlorobenzylidene Malononitrile, the chemical agents utilized in our grenades and 37mm. Having been through numerous disturbances, I have to admit, the odor brought a slight grin to my face and the race was on to respond to the scene.
It was rather small as far as disturbances go, just shy of 50 offenders being subjected to the chemical agents, it seems some gangs just couldn't play nice and were determined to give me a busy night.
I enjoy the chaos my job brings; quelling a situation, setting up a triage for injuries and the seemingly endless plots of procedure which follow such an incident. So, after the smoke cleared, the ambulances left and many hours later the unit returned to a semblance of normal operations it left me tired but reminding me why I do this nutty job sometimes.
Ayup, summer is finally here.