Policy and Procedure

I finally got in touch with the training Sgt for the Sheriff's Office. I had to pick up the Sheriff's Office Policy and Procedure Manual from him. Only when I got there (to the jail--the book, my car and now my apartment all smells like it) was I told how this works:

For each of the 120 policy and procedures, I have to make up 2 questions and then answer them. Each policy is about 7-9 pages front and back. This doesn't seem too hard, but then when the policy is about inspections or about dress code, its tough to find something I can ask a question about. I mean, I can bullshit it all, but I really want to make an effort. Yeah, I want to look good.

This binder (the manual) is huge too. And damnit it still smells like the jail. For anyone that has been in jail (for punishment or for booking a prisoner) you understand the smell a jail has. It smells like steel, piss, and BO. And anger. And aggression. And stupidity. No, I can't tell you what those last three specifically smell like, but there is a smell. Ha. It's gross. Even the clothes I wore there smelled like it. And I didn't even go into the actual jail behind the monitored steel doors--just to the training department. I don't know how those people do it.

Well, I have this week off of work. Last Thursday was my last day at the insurance brokerage house. It was fun while I was there. In a previous post I said "good riddance" about leaving, but that isn't how I really feel. It was more of the fact that I was getting antsy about leaving. I knew what was ahead so I was excited. Anyways, this week has been surprisingly busy. Every morning, I get up at 6. At the gym by about 8:30. Back by about 10. Work on the above policy and procedure manual. Lay out. Work on it again. Then back to the gym in the afternoon (or evening). Make dinner and then work on the policy and procedure manual again. I stay busy.

Tomorrow I have a follow up appointment for my colonoscopy--which, by the way, it's tough to decide which is worse: making sure you don't have a condition or knowing you were passed out and raped for the rest of your life. Ha. Kidding. The doctor gave me PLENTY of medicine to make me pass out. I would wake up during the procedure and ask what something was and before he could answer, I would be passed out again. He did tell me, once I was more coherent, that he did not see any signs of Crohn's disease or anything else that concerned him. He did say he biopsied a few things but nothing serious. WHOO HOO! That is definitely good news.

I am getting excited and anxious about Friday. It is all day orientation for all county employees. Probably be boring. Know it will be boring. Tuesday is what I am looking forward to--getting sworn in! My mother is coming into town for it. MKJ and his mother (maybe) will be there. Very exciting!

Sorry for not being more up to date. I'll try harder...I promise!