Thursday, July 16, 2015

Day 5: Worker Safety


I just laughed my ass off typing that. Because there really is no "worker safety". We graduate from "training" with a State issued black binder that is supposed to "protect us" and be available to use for "self defense". K. 

We are not allowed to "carry", have any sort of self defense mace spray or Chinese stars or are even allowed to "fight back". Which is why I frequently utilized our boys in blue as needed. (And who wouldn't want to see some men in uniform every now and then). 

There have only been a handful of times when I had realized that I may have put myself into a potentially life threatening situation. The kind where you're standing in someone's home and all of the sudden the conversation goes south, everyone is screaming, you get called a "bitch ass motherfucker" and you're checking out viable exits to run to.  

The kind where all of the sudden you realize the other person in the room is clearly wasted out of his right mind on meth and ran out of fucks to give two minutes ago. 

The kind where shit starts to get heated between a mother a daughter so you physically put yourself between the two and slowly back out of the house and then shove the daughter in the car and speed away. 

And then there is the other kind...where you fear for the OTHER person's safety...because they did some shit that just took your anger level to Defcon 1. 

The kind where the father was the caregiver at the time when the baby was shaken so hard, their brain is oatmeal mush. AND HE CONTINUES TO DENY EVERYTHING. 

The kind where the child is relaying info about what her father does to her at night in her bedroom, under the covers, while the mother is at her second job. 

The kind where you see a child with two black eyes and bruises all over their body "because he wet the bed". 

Being "professional" in this job was hard. as. hell. And sometimes I failed miserably. Because I just didn't fully buy into the "look at the person, not the act"...because there are some MONSTERS out there. But I sure am glad I had my State issued black binder to keep me and others safe. 


 

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