Let me start off by explaining, I am a probation officer. Without getting into to all the schemantics about how the system is broken and how public employees are being unfairly vilified, I will say it is unique opportunity to really see how other people live. Not only do I get to enter people's homes but I get to look through all of their stuff. The only common demoninator is that the people were convicted of a crime, but it stretches across every race, gender, ethnicity and socioeconomic group. I have been in some of the finest homes in exclusive areas and some of the most run down public housing complexes. I have witnessed the best and worst that humanity has to offer. Some of the most surprising things that I've noted are:
-fewer people sleep with sheets on their bed than you'd think. I have always slept with a fitted sheet over my mattress and was surprised to find how many people don't.
-more people than I ever expected allow their dogs to poop inside. Not on a "wee wee pad" but on the floor.
-there are rogue chunks of artificial hair and used condoms everywhere. Take a look around the next public parking lot you're in, I'll bet you see some.
-Always keep your eyes open, you never know what you'll see on the road. Some of the coolest wildlife I've seen in the most unlikely places.
-The grossest place in a teenage boy's room is the space between his bed and the wall.
-A lot of young girls take naked pictures of themselves and give them to people. It is surprising how many of these photos you find in guy's underwear drawers
-If I can't laugh at it, it'll drive me crazy.
Wednesday, February 29, 2012
The beginning
Why start a blog? I've always been somewhat of a story teller. I have the perfect mix of crazy family and working with the public that makes for some interesting and funny tales. Now add a baby on top of this and see what mayhem ensues. The title has to do with the realization that I had a few years ago that I come in contact with feces far too often for an adult who at the time was childless. Whether it was stepping over mouse turds in the office, the rogue bag of dog poo left on my front steps, or human excrement that only the mentally ill could artfully wipe all over their home, it seemed that not a day went by without some contact. Now I'm knee deep in diapers and on the verge of returning to work, so this should be fun
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