Sunday Time Serve

“I'm a Sunday time serve”...I told my co-workers last night...got to thinking about it...and realized Sunday time serve gets out at midnight on Saturdays so...I consider myself...done...job assignment complete...and out of service.

I was presented with a cake and ice cream, a card, flowers with an incredibly soft teddy bear attached and an umbrella. You ask, an umbrella? Yep, to accompany me on my patrol in the back of my trunk, as a reminder that the crew at the jail are supporting their former co-worker aka Mary Poppins. I was deemed that knick name by inmates 2 1/2 years ago...as I worked the units and they watched me pull whatever was needed out of my backpack, singing as I worked, trying to remain cheerful...the officer's picked up on it and some never forgot. So, one of my biggest hecklers made certain I left with something to remember that they remembered...an umbrella. Since I am seen as Mary Poppins...and she carries the reputation of being "practically perfect in everyway" I did not suggest where I really thought the umbrella should go...

There was also an urban legend that traveled around the jail, that I read bedtime stories to the residents. Don't know how that one got started. Another urban legend was that I was a close friend to one in administration. No clue there either.

I am grateful for the opportunity to work there these past three years. I will not forget my roots in law enforcement. I believe my experience there will aid me in my role as a police officer. I believe corrections officers are frequently unappreciated. How silly for this to be since corrections is a vital part of the criminal justice system. I am truly thankful to have had the opportunity to serve as a corrections officer.


"872 checking Master Control"

"Go ahead, 872."

"872 is 10-7 / 10-98 at your time"

"872, you're clear at 0000 hours."

Now, I can sit back and enjoy my coffee...Kudos to Malone...the other recent time serve...