Alyssa

Friday, 27 May 2022

Lights just went out and I’m in the fishbowl, my new favorite places.

Anyways, it’s dark in here so my writing might be all over the place. It’s hot as hell in here but I’d rather be in here alone than dealing with the immaturity in control. Smith thinks he fucking knows everything. He doesn’t ask me to do shit, he tells me to do shit. I told Powers that it needed to stop, and he said he would talk to him. Then Hernandez is just fucking loud and young and doesn’t have much common sense. I think Smith is fucking lazy. He just graduated from {Local College} with a criminal justice degree. My favorite kind of men. Short, small, criminal justice degree in law enforcement but not a police officer. He says he doesn’t want to be a police officer, that he just wants to be a crime scene tech and eventually become a detective. I’ve tried to explain to him that that is not how it works but of course he knows best.

I’ve decided that I want to document as much about work because once I get my jailers licenses, I’ll have all three licenses, and I’ve worked all three “categories”. Who wouldn’t wanna read my story? People would eat that shit up. I’d mainly want it to be focused that you can follow your dreams no matter that you’re diagnosed with everything under the sun. I want to expose the politics with working in law enforcement. I hate working for the {County} CO SO now. Ever since Vanessa G and Angela W got removed from their supervisor positions and forced to go on the streets, I don’t trust anyone in this department except Angela. She drove me home from work the other day so we could catch up. She says she can’t stand Sgt. S as a Sgt., and she feels as though she has no support from her male co-workers on the street and I can totally see where she’s coming from. It sucks to be a female in a male dominate career. That’s another reason I want to write a book. I want females to know to stand their ground and not take any shit from males. Females are needed in law enforcement. Most women who have been assaulted only feel safe with women officers. I think women just have a better sense of how to deescalate a situation.

So, I took my TCOLE jailer’s test yesterday and failed by one fucking question. I’m so livid. Captain said he would reschedule it for next week. I finally found my jailer school test that I can study on. I have to pass this test so I can title my book The Texas Triple Threat. LOL.

Harper asked me the other day if I would be sad if he died. It was totally left field, but I told him of course I’d be sad. He robbed a gas station with a gun. Then when he got here, he was suicidal. He was shackled for an entire week, almost two. I really hate to toot my own horn, but I feel like I was the one who got through to him and got him on the right track. I like Harper, he’s in my top 5 favorite. He’s funny and has the best smile. He called up to control one day and asked if he could go to the TV room. I told him I’d take him if he gave me a nutty butter bar. When I went to get him from his cell, he pulled out a nutty butter bar, I told him I was just joking and that I hated peanut butter. It was sweet of him.

Let me switch pens so I can save ink in my good pens.

So, we got a new female inmate the other day and her name is Alyssa. I kept saying to myself that her last name sounded really familiar. Anyways, I did a round the other day and she came to the window and asked me about her commissary account and I told her I figured it out and I did. She thanked me and was really nice. She told me a joke: What does a janitor say when he comes out of the closet? “Supplies!”. I thought it was pretty funny. I made sure to talk to her or wave back at her when I check on them. So her name stuck in my mind and I kept trying to figure out who she was. I checked the roster one day and showed Lee Ann and Nicholas her picture. Then… I checked her RAP sheet. Two counts of manslaughter, 4 counts of child endangerment, one assault with a deadly weapon and several charges of tampering with evidence. It finally clicked who she was. Before I came to {county}, I remember reading on Facebook about a 5-year-old girl and her 9-month-old sister being killed in a car accident and that a driver of another vehicle was caught on a state trooper’s body cam of the truck driver deleting Facebook messages. The story stuck with me because of how young the girls were. About two years later, the trial finally came. Selena and I went one day of trial. It was the day that the crash investigator State Trooper testified. Long story short, Unit 1, the one with the girls in it, had come to a complete stop and was rear ended by unit 2. The brakes of unit 2 were never applied, even after impact. After impact, unit 1 went into oncoming traffic and was hit by unit 3. Both girls were ejected and there was a trucker’s dashcam that caught the entire incident on camera. Supposedly after one of the girls was ejected from the car and ended up in the middle of the road and was ran over by an 18-wheeler. It was all caught on dashcam. I’m glad that wasn’t the day that we decided to go to court that day and watch that video because I don’t think I could watch it. Anyways, Alyssa was the driver of unit 2. She immediately tells the State Trooper that she was not on her phone and then walked away and started deleting messages. Alyssa’s four-year-old son who was in the truck with her told the State Trooper that his mommy was on the phone. The mother of the girls was of course in bad condition and was care flighted. The two girls were her and her husband’s only children. {County} citizens were so goddamn evil to Alyssa, and she ended up having to move her family away until the trial. She got sentenced to 12 years in prison. When she was asked if she had any final statements, she stated that she was deeply sorry and just wanted to hug the girl’s parents, but they refused. A lot of people say she has no remorse for what she did, and I don’t know if she does or not. Hopefully she does. I mean how could you not when you’re a mother of young children yourself? Porter is good friends with the mother of the girls. A few months back, the mom told Porter that she and her husband were going to be foster parents. A few weeks later, Porter said that the mom had been contacted in the middle of the night to take in two young girls. Life is crazy, huh?

I’ll write more tomorrow night when I’m back in the fishbowl. I’m going to listen to Crime Junkies Podcast and do some word searches.

Lee Ann ordered me a bullet journal just like this one but neon yellow and just a journal. I’m really excited!

-Peace-