Adventures in Mental Health
Did I mention that I spent four and a half years in a state run facility for the criminally insane. Oh, relax. I worked there as a security aid. A security aid is basically a cross between a nurse, a babysitter and a human punching bag responsible for the care and feeding of twenty to thirty rapists, child molesters, murderers and other assorted wrongdoers the state has declared unfit to stand trial.
I'd say it's something like being a corrections officer, but its not. COs get mace, tasers and big old beat down sticks to help them get through those exquisitely bad days in one piece. The only equipment I went to work with were a set of keys (presumably so that the psychos would have something to take from me after beating my ass retarded) and a little white plastic name badge with my full Christian name printed right on it (presumably so that the psychos could look me up in the phone book once they got out).
In four and a half years I was extremely lucky. I suffered only a couple minor smacks on the head and one episode in which a Hep C positive patient spat directly into my open mouth while I was talking to him. That was a bad time. Despite all my friends and coworkers constantly reassuring me that it was next to impossible to catch Hep C that way I couldn't rest until I got my clean test results back. Like I said, I was lucky. I have friends who work there who've been seriously hurt working there. One friend has had several surgeries after a nasty kick to the knee. Others have had teeth knocked in, been bitten and have had entire hemispheres of their faces beaten purple. Rapes and murderers of security staff aren't unheard of either. And yet people keep showing up for work.
My Mom, who got me the job there in the first place, still works there. I swear my blood runs cold every time I think of her in that place. The other day she told me about how she had to take down a patient after he threw a chair at her. That's my Mom. Sweet lady, but mind your fucking manners or she'll rush your ass.
Not to long ago Matt Blunt, our esteemed governor, dissolved the state workers union and eliminated their bargaining rights which made it much easier for the State Hospital to get creative about withholding overtime pay, cutting benefits and enforcing mandatory extra shifts. Politicians like to be able to say they're cracking down on big government bureaucracies because they know we don't like bureaucrats. We forget that a bureaucrat isn't just some pencil pushing self-abuse expert writing and enforcing useless government regulations. A bureaucrat is also a trash collector, a cop, a firefighters. Nine times out of ten a bureaucrat is a person providing a service you'd be fucked without. People like my Mom and my friends at the Fulton State Hospital, who watch over society's little monsters while the rest of us are sleeping.
Over the years these people have gotten used to being bent over by their employers. Now Matt Blunt taped their mouths shut. And why not? If you're going to ass-rape some one you don't want to have to listen to them bitch about not getting any lube to go with it. Do you?
I'd say it's something like being a corrections officer, but its not. COs get mace, tasers and big old beat down sticks to help them get through those exquisitely bad days in one piece. The only equipment I went to work with were a set of keys (presumably so that the psychos would have something to take from me after beating my ass retarded) and a little white plastic name badge with my full Christian name printed right on it (presumably so that the psychos could look me up in the phone book once they got out).
In four and a half years I was extremely lucky. I suffered only a couple minor smacks on the head and one episode in which a Hep C positive patient spat directly into my open mouth while I was talking to him. That was a bad time. Despite all my friends and coworkers constantly reassuring me that it was next to impossible to catch Hep C that way I couldn't rest until I got my clean test results back. Like I said, I was lucky. I have friends who work there who've been seriously hurt working there. One friend has had several surgeries after a nasty kick to the knee. Others have had teeth knocked in, been bitten and have had entire hemispheres of their faces beaten purple. Rapes and murderers of security staff aren't unheard of either. And yet people keep showing up for work.
My Mom, who got me the job there in the first place, still works there. I swear my blood runs cold every time I think of her in that place. The other day she told me about how she had to take down a patient after he threw a chair at her. That's my Mom. Sweet lady, but mind your fucking manners or she'll rush your ass.
Not to long ago Matt Blunt, our esteemed governor, dissolved the state workers union and eliminated their bargaining rights which made it much easier for the State Hospital to get creative about withholding overtime pay, cutting benefits and enforcing mandatory extra shifts. Politicians like to be able to say they're cracking down on big government bureaucracies because they know we don't like bureaucrats. We forget that a bureaucrat isn't just some pencil pushing self-abuse expert writing and enforcing useless government regulations. A bureaucrat is also a trash collector, a cop, a firefighters. Nine times out of ten a bureaucrat is a person providing a service you'd be fucked without. People like my Mom and my friends at the Fulton State Hospital, who watch over society's little monsters while the rest of us are sleeping.
Over the years these people have gotten used to being bent over by their employers. Now Matt Blunt taped their mouths shut. And why not? If you're going to ass-rape some one you don't want to have to listen to them bitch about not getting any lube to go with it. Do you?
posted by Louis at 8:21 PM
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Well fucking put man. Fuck em all.
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