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Diary Of A Prison Officer - Part 1
(Jaypbee)
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DIARY OF A PRISON OFFICER All characters
contained within are entirely fictional; any similarity to any real or
fictional person living or deceased is totally unintentional. Do not read this
story if you do not enjoy reading about consensual sexual activities of an
exhibitionist nature. Otherwise read on...... SUNDAY 10TH JANUARY 2010 Dear
diary, this feels very strange indeed! I haven't written a diary entry since I
was fifteen; when filled with angst against the world in general and in
particular that I was unable to lose my virginity no matter how hard I tried. I
would fill page after page with my rantings. So here
I am now some thirty years later making another go of it.... why? I hear you
ask. Long story, let's just say that after spending twenty years in the army
and a failed marriage behind me I think it's time to get my head together and
climb out of the doldrums I have been wallowing in for the last eighteen months
and this seems as good a place as any to start. So thank you diary, although
you say nothing back to me you are going to help me put my thoughts down on
paper and let me see the world as it really is, for a change. MONDAY 11TH JANUARY 2010 I
have decided the first part of my recovery plan is getting myself
a job. Yes I know, financially, I don't need to work full time thanks to my
army pension and divorce settlement but a man needs to feel fulfilled and
bouncing around these four walls and going down the pub is doing me no good at
all. So I went down to the newsagent this morning and picked up last week's
local paper to see what jobs were available that might be suitable for me and
of interest. Initially I couldn't see anything at all, but then over a second
cup of coffee it caught my eye. There tucked away in the corner was the strangest
sounding advert I have ever seen, naturally it piqued my interest and I
couldn't resist giving the number a call. This is what the advert said, what do
you make of it? "Are you fit and of sound mind? Do you
believe in tough love? Do you agree that everyone deserves a second chance but
if they refuse to reform they should be punished? Are you available to start
immediately? If so, why not start a new career with the prison service. Give us
a call on 0800 012 3456 and ask for an application pack" When
I called the number I got an automated message asking me to leave my name,
address and to list five attributes I consider the most important to me. Mmm,
this was unexpected - five attributes, did they mean mental, vocational,
physical or all of them? So I hung up, left it a few minutes before calling
back and this is the message I left for them. "Hi
my name is Samuel Telby and my address is Flat 135, Berghouse Court, London, EC1V 4XA. My five most important
attributes are: Fairness, Loyalty, Fitness, Open-mindedness and Stamina. I
would be very grateful if you would send me the application pack as the job
advertised sounds very interesting and I would like to learn more about it.
Thank you." There,
that's it all done, on to the next job application; well it will be next week
as there aren't any other jobs that are any good. By for now diary, it's the
end of a mentally exhausting day and I'm just about beat, so it's shower and
bed for me. Night night. THURSDAY 14TH JANUARY 2010 The
application pack has arrived through the post. All I can say, it seems the
ideal job for me. I'm just worried it's going to be too good to be true. I
spent most of this morning reading and rereading the information booklet and
job specification, then this afternoon I took my time and completed the
application form with great care. I then raced down to my local post office to
return it by recorded delivery. In
brief, this is what it's all about: HMP Ollerton is a failing prison and is in urgent need of
modernisation and change in focus. The prison service is seeking a complete
change of staff under the guidance of the new Prison Governor Liam Havers. He
requires from his staff total trust and loyalty, ability to withstand the
pressures associated with policing dangerous and difficult male prisoners,
willingness to undergo professional and on the job training. In return a
generous salary and benefits package is provided for the right candidates. So
diary, what do you reckon? Too good to be true? All I
hope is that it is genuine because it's right up my street and something I can
sink my teeth into. At last I will have a job that I can utilise all my
discipline and combat experience to a positive effect. I will just have to keep
my fingers crossed and hope to hear from them. FRIDAY 22ND JANUARY 2010 Dear
diary, major peed off that's how I'm feeling right now. Still no news about
this prison job but at least there's been another job in the paper which may be
promising, a Physical Education Officer at the local college. Only trouble is
its part time, three days per week though with reasonable salary. I decided to
go out tonight and hitch up with my long time friends Tom and Mike down at the
Kings Head. I've known Tom since I was a kid and I met Mike through my ex-wife,
we remained friends even after our divorce. I chatted about the two jobs and
discussed the merits of each with them. It wasn't a great surprise for me when
they gave the thumbs down for the prison job but it was a big thumbs up for the college job. Their logic being that working
in a college with nubile young females would be vastly preferable to working
with pent up volatile male prisoners. I could see their point, when thinking
with your dick, but thinking long term from the vocational perspective it would
not be as satisfying. Tom changed the conversation slightly by bringing up the
subject of his eldest son, Aaron, now 23 years old (crikey I remember taking a
telephone call from Tom, proud as punch when Chrissie gave birth to him at
home). Last week he'd told Tom, out of the blue, that he and his girlfriend
were going to get married as she'd fallen pregnant and he wanted to do the
decent thing. Naturally they were both shocked but pleased that he was doing
the decent thing and now the wedding organising machinery had kicked into
action. Aaron has been busy planning for his stag do and asked Tom to join him,
mainly so that he could act as the responsible one to make sure everything ran
smoothly and didn't get too extreme. For Tom this is a double edged sword, yes
it's a sensible idea but he's going to feel like a granddad surrounded by Aaron
and his young friends. As he was recounting this to us Mike and I reached the
same conclusion simultaneously and announced in unison, to our amusement, why
don't we join you and keep the old codger company? He was relieved with this
idea and I have a sneaky feeling that he was hoping we would say that. He
didn't have precise details about the date or the venue but would give us a
call once he had any more info. Over the next couple of pints we took a trip
down memory lane, recounting all the escapades we had got up to..... It was a
laugh but god, how old do I feel now thinking about the years that have flown
by! After parting company with the guys I called into the local chippy and treated myself to a large back of chips and a
battered sausage, I was starving. SUNDAY 24TH JANUARY 2010 Tom
called; he says the wedding is going to be Saturday 6th March 2010
at 2.30pm at the St. Edmunds Church on Station Road. The stag do is going to be
on Saturday 27th February 2010 starting at 8.00pm and going on till
late. It will start off with a sit down meal at the local Indian restaurant
before moving onto the Sundown Nightclub where a function room is going to be
hired and a female double act are going to entertain the some fifty guests (I
didn't dare ask what the entertainment theme would be!). It sounded really good
and I told him so, yes, he agreed Aaron has certainly swung into action now,
it's a shame he left it so late to tell us as it leaves little time to arrange
things what with the baby due to be born at the beginning of April, never mind,
life is never neat is it Sam he asked? Aah, that
explains the closeness of the wedding date. We chatted for a bit longer before
arranging to meet down at the Kings Head again next Friday, timetables
permitting. TUESDAY 2ND FEBRUARY 2010 Dear
diary, I'm as happy as a sand boy and the postman is once again on my Christmas
card list. It finally arrived in this morning's post, an official looking
envelope marked "HMP Services", with fingers shaking I carefully opened the
envelope to reveal a single sheet of paper with three lines of writing on it
and this is what it said: "Dear Mr Telby, We have received your application and
can confirm that an interview has been arranged for you on Monday 8th
February 2010 at 9.00am. Please bring with you your passport, driving licence
and two proofs of address. You will be required to undergo a physical fitness
test and medical examination so shorts should be brought with you. We look forward to meeting. Yours sincerely, PG Liam Havers" I
literally danced for joy around my living room, I picked up the telephone to
spread the good news but then remembered the reaction I had received previously
and in any case I didn't want to jinx my chances of getting this job, so I put
the phone down again with a rueful smile. Shit! I thought to myself, what am I
going to wear to the interview? All my suits have definitely seen better days
and my shorts are a little worn. Tomorrow I will go into town and buy myself a
new suit and sports shorts - and a pair of shoes that aren't scuffed to
hell...... WEDNESDAY 3RD FEBRUARY 2010 I
didn't know clothes shopping could be so tiring. I've spent nearly all day
going from department store to department store, bespoke tailors to bespoke
tailors searching out the ideal suit at a reasonable price for me. Finally I
made up my mind which one I liked the best and bought it, and then it was on to
the shoes, then the shorts. It was all so expensive! Hopefully it will all be
in a good cause if it helps swing the job for me, plus it's been a long time since I devoted a whole day to retail therapy and paying attention to my
appearance. Looking
in the mirror, I can see the tell tell signs of a
forty five year old man; the ever deepening wrinkles around the eyes and across
the forehead, the white hairs flecking my close cropped beard and showing up in
ever increasing numbers on my head. My green eyes still twinkle but have that
worldly air about them which only comes from a lifetime of experiences, some
good some bad. I don't think I've ever been described as handsome but I must be
fairly pleasing to the eye because I've had my fair share of lovers (and wife)
none of whom have ever called me ugly, but for me my best attribute must be my
body. Ever since being in the army I have had a well toned body, not overly
muscular but defined enough to draw glances when I wear just my shorts while
jogging round the park or in the swimming pool. I'd be lying if I said I didn't
enjoy the attention but I'm not so egotistical to believe that I'm the best
thing since sliced bread and the ground that I walk on should be worshipped! On
Friday I shall go and get my hair clipped short again which will make me look
the part for a prison officer (not jumping the gun here am I?) THURSDAY 4TH FEBRUARY 2010 Dear
Diary, nothing much to tell you to be honest, have been loafing around as
usual. Gave the flat a spring clean, it's a task I've been conveniently
overlooking for too long and boy did it need it! Four bags of rubbish, three
dirty dusters and half a can of polish later and the place was looking good as
new. This has helped motivate me to get back into the fitness regime of jogging
in the evening and going swimming in the morning starting from tomorrow..... but first a pint while Eastenders
is on. After all I will want to be as fit as I look. SUNDAY 7TH FEBRUARY 2010 Oh
boy, am I like a cat on a hot tin roof! I have sorted out my outfit for
tomorrow twice so far, ironed everything and polished my shoes and now I am
pacing around like a caged lion. I would go out for a change of scenery but
it's raining heavily and I've already been out for my jog round the park. I've
been very good I have done my daily run every day since Thursday and been
swimming twice. I have even cut out the beer, how dedicated is that? It's going
to be a long day tomorrow so I'm going to have an early night and try to get
some sleep, over and out. |