My first day off work in two weeks.
I was starting to feel like one of the prisoners. I have worked everyday for the last two weeks, a couple of those days I worked double-shifts (16 hours straight with only two 30 minute breaks). It was driving me nuts. I have today off though. I don't even feel guilty that I didn't anser me cell when they called. (They left a voicemail asking me if I would like to come in and work the day shift today.) I just worked 12 hours straight yesterday without taking my 30 minute break. I know that we are a little short handed because everyone is getting sick right now but I can't handle going back there again today. I know that mentally I've just about worn myself out because yesterday my temper was starting to flare up over stupid crap. We had to do a facility wide shakedown yesterday because of some anonomous (Spelling sucks today, sorry) tips from some inmates that there were things being hidden in the general population. Plus, one of our less stable inmates decided to flood his cell in the isolation area. He stuffed his towel and blanket in the toilet and sink and started running the water and flushing the toilet. It took a couple hours to mop all the water up even with the help of a couple trustees.
The day before I had to work the swing shift which runs from 3:45 in the afternoon to a quarter after 12 in the morning. I spent much of that night trying to do what the dayshift didn't get done plus my duties and in the middle of us having to do all that we had to deal with a couple of inmates fighting.
I feel that I have earned these days off. Not to mention that I need the mental break. Ok, I'm done ranting for now. I'm going to go grab some tylenol for this headache I've been fighting for a couple days now. (I think it's just stress and lack of sleep because it's not as bad as it was.)