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Date Posted: 21:01:33 02/06/09 Fri
Author: oldtimer
Subject: 3-11 Shift F--ked

At 2;50 PM on 2/6/78 the big blizzard really started to intensify. I had just left my pregnant wife with the intentions of working one extra shift, as a good (not great) snow storm had been predicted. Little did I know I would not see my wife for four days. Oh! the stories I could tell. Only one officer reported in to work 11-7 that night, and he lived on the property. All 3-11 officers were ordered to stay the night, and then some. I got a kick out of searching for ADS Dube that night. The ADS or Capt if you will were everything back then. How I giggled my ass off, after leaving a note on his chest that said "You were really good last night Arthur", as he slept downstairs in the shower room on a bench. I could see how the Capt. looked diffrently at his men the next day. I also remember responding to an emergency from B Bldg to A2 at 2 AM that first night. Back then radios were few and far between. A button came in the man assigned to the front control would start making his calls and everyone responded. No coats no hats, just shirtleeves we hit a monsterous snow drift at the long ago forgotten benches between A + B. We screamed and swore in disbelief. Us officers actually pulled and pushed each other up and over the huge drift. When we all came rushing up the stairs covered in snow yelling "Where's the problem" The officer in the trap began laughing and replied "Aint no problems here" as he read Febuary's edition of Hustle with his oversized feet up on the counter next to the button. The officer had accidently hit the button in his excitement. It was an adventure I'll always remember. Some responders kept coming in over the next 1/2 hour or so. After my prolonged stay at MCIBSH it took over 25 years to eat a bologna sandwhich again, but I'm over it now. When I retired I thought I would miss the smell of piss and shit in the morning, but I don't. The verbal abuse each day I do miss. So feel free to verbal abuse me here on the Bitchboard. Keep screwing my Brothers and Sisters in blue. My thoughts and prayers are with you! By the way ladies where were you 2/6/78 when the DOC needed you most? As I recall it was very hard on our nursing staff as they gathered (safety in numbers) and hunkered down in the Max2 nursing trap. Maybe some of the retired nurses would like to relate some of their tales of survival.

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