Before I Tripped Over a Stone, Fridays, #22

(Previous Fridays post, Before I Tripped, #21)

I had arrived in Seattle and landed my first job. The job I had been formally educated to do. I was hired to be the Assistant Director of one of the largest Work Releases in Seattle, Washington. If I told you I was not nervous, I’d be lying, I learned my predecessor lasted one day!

The correction staffers were curious but not really thrilled to have a new assistant director. I was told while working shifts which staffers revealed that they blatantly didn’t care who I was, I wasn’t their boss, they had seniority over me because they had worked there longer. Interesting I thought, as not one of them stepped up to interview for the position I had just landed. So, my first week was spent working the different shifts, getting to know the staff and the men who were serving out the remainder of their prison sentences, the 70 male residents of the Bishop Lewis House.

It didn’t take me long to get the respect of those who said they wouldn’t treat me as their superior. I reviewed all employee files and called each staff member in, one by one, to my office. I asked them what their strengths and weaknesses were and asked them how I could assist them with their career goals and their ideas for advancement. Bluntly, I announced to them they would ‘advance right out of a job‘ if I did not see an increase in their performance level by meeting specific goals we would set together. I had no choice but to play hardball right out of the gate to get them to see me as a superior. This job was no joke! We had a community to serve and protect from some very dangerous men who were getting out of prison whether we assisted in this transition or not. Coddling staff was not in my job description.

That was my bottom line! The staff had no additional resources for employment advancement other than through me. I laid it all on the table and respect was gained through my adherence to structure and title, not seniority. They accepted me or resigned. I laid out the simple facts before them, and my job was firmly in hand. (Those ‘problem’ staff that I was told to get rid of when I was hired, were no longer problems.)

I LOVED my job. I don’t know how else to say it. I was genuinely concerned about the welfare of these residents; regaining social skills and entering the working force while maintaining the integrity of the facility and community safety that was required by law. I would ensure these men received the necessary classes and supervision for re-entry into society and the family units that these men would effect upon their release. This job was hard. This job was demanding. This job was necessary! I was serving my community and the individuals who would feel an impact these men had on them.

Everyone gets released from prison, eventually. Unless your name was Charles Manson, you will be a free man again one day. (By the way, Manson was incarcerated many times and released until his mass-murdering group of followers went over the edge of sanity.) This is just a fact. Everyone gets out of prison. Work-release is a way to ensure this is done as safely and securely as it can be.

In my fifth month of employment, my boss was moved to a superior department head position, and my title became Director of the Bishop Lewis State Work Release. Then came the first black tar heroin epidemic to hit the Pacific Northwest. The Bishop Lewis House experienced its first overdose death from this epidemic of a specific black tar heroin strain in a bathroom stall … I would also be involved in a short-term, profoundly secretive, ‘partnership’ with a regulated Government agency narcotics unit, to assist in the sweep to remove this particular deadly strain of black tar heroin from Seattle.

(Continued, Before I Tripped, #23)




Author: I tripped over a stone.

I am happily married to Jeff. We are full-time RVers. We have two Goldendoodles; Dora and Dezzie. I have had Fibromyalgia for over 20 years and have learned a few tricks to deal with it, but it is my stone in the road! I am a Fibromyalgia Advocate. I have co-authored a book, The Shadow Boxers, Fighting Fibromyalgia (your personal journal.) It is available on Amazon and on my blog. I enjoy making Tribe Bracelets, also available now on my blog. Stone in the Road is another blog of mine where I post a collection of stories by bloggers that I follow.

25 thoughts on “Before I Tripped Over a Stone, Fridays, #22”

    1. I really hadn’t ever thought I’d move West, I always thought I’d end up going east! But I’d spent a couple months in Boston, really liked it but so expensive. And Miami was great fun! But too darn hot! I think that’s why we picked Seattle, seriously, we both thought, “you don’t have to shovel rain.”

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  1. such an awesome job…………i had a minor in criminal justice for undergrad and was able to visit a lot of prisons………loved it! i know weird, but i did. so cool you are sharing your story………and i look forward to reading the rest.

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    1. Bojana! Hated a job? You worked you got paid, you were secure. No job? No money = dependency! That was a swear word in my book! I was so insanely independent and I think that is why, when I got ill after only a few short years into my career, I thought it was beyond a curse. I hate housework, of ALL kinds. HATE IT. Hate grocery shopping, cooking, laundry, not just a little- big hate! At the same time, it makes me insane when my home is not in order! It must be presentable at all times! (Big wake-up call when you become ill, nothing I can do makes my home life as satisfactory as I want it to be, and ‘maid service’ is out because there is no money!) I struggled to drop a lot of controlling behavior!

      The paperwork portion of most of the jobs, I did not care for, but if I saw the purpose for the paperwork then I didn’t mind. I just loved working and when I was told no more… I never had that sense of freedom, I knew ‘dependency on others, medications, doctors, etc. was now part of my ‘forever’ life. I was a good worker. I excelled. I was not a good sick person, I lost myself, my esteem for many, MANY years. I think this is partly why I wanted to write these ‘Fridays, before I tripped…’ I was going along, minding my business, being a good citizen and then one car accident (that I was a passenger in) and I was being dis-believed, sent to a ‘pain clinic’ and finally, the biggest blow… put on social security disability income! To my horror, this is not a livable wage! It is not even minimum wage in this great country of America. (SMH!) I was poorer than the poor. I was crushed.

      No, there was no job I hated.

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      1. You’re not a rock Kim, you’re a fucking stone.
        I know what you mean. How can you embrace social security disability income when you love to work, to earn, feel useful, and be independent. God, it’s hard.
        Thanks for these Fridays. We who follow you really appreciate them.

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        1. I appreciate the time you take to read my posts, to question them, and to answer my comments back. I appreciate YOU, Bojanna. Just think back… when you told me to write “bits and pieces”… It is now a full fledged normal Friday post! Yes, I am a stone, and I tripped over myself really, after getting ill. But I’m still a ‘rolling stone!’ 😉 xoxo

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  2. Sounds like you kicked ass in standing your ground to be treated with respect and to get the best performance from the other staff. This is certainly a demanding but vital area to work in and it’s people like you, those who genuinely care and want to make positive change in the lives of others, who make all the difference. xx

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    1. Thank you, Caz. I always said I never picked my profession, it picked me. It came very naturally to work with individuals who went a bit off couse, some, a lot off course! I’ve always enjoyed creating a tight staffing team, as a superior, or as a member of a team myself. Sometimes we see work as so thankless – there were days filled with much more grief than you wanted to deal with. I always believed that meant you were doing something right! Yep, I really did care and I really wanted to make a difference, I hope I accomplished that. And a few asses were kicked! 😉 ~Kim xo

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