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I got tapped to work the duty supervisor's office one night. I wasn't a supervisor, but the supervisors didn't like doing it, so there I was. Still, it was a heck of a lot better than working as the processing agent - the guy in charge of "the tank" - the detention and processing area.
The occupant of the supervisor's office main duty was to answer the telephone. drink coffee and monitor the radio. It was a mostly boring way to spend the shift and having to listen to the guys on the radio having fun made it worse.
The supervisor's office at the time was situated so that the occupant could observe and monitor the muster room and the processing area through big glass windows. The closest detention area to the supervisor's office was a mini tank that had large glass walls that started about 3 feet from the ground and went almost to the ceiling. This mini tank was used mainly for female detainees or family groups, depending on the circumstances.
On this particular night the above mentioned mini tank had one occupant - a 20-something young lady with long hair. A couple of hours into the shift I hear banging on the glass from the mini tank and when I looked, the afore mentioned young lady was waving at me with a "hello!" type of wave, so I waved back. Then there's more banging on the glass and the young lady starts kissing and licking the glass.
My first though was - that glass hadn't been cleaned since the building was built and she's gonna need a ride to the hospital soon.
I was interrupted by a phone call, and when I hung up there was more banging on the glass. This time she gives me a big smile, pulls her shirt up, and starts rubbing her boobs on the glass. My next though was, s**t, this is gonna be a memo. My second was we need a female agent, but there weren't any working.
Meanwhile, she keeps up with the boob rubbing, so I stepped over to the FOS office and grabbed up a supervisor. The FOS and an the supervisors drop their coffees and come a runnin', and by this time there was a growing congregation of agents also interested in the event. When I pushed my way back to my desk, the young lady blows me another "hello!" kiss, does the boob/glass bit some more. When she had everybody's undivided attention, she stands up on the concrete bench under the window, drops her pants, and she was a he...
Behind me a wave of groans and retching could be heard as the area quickly cleared out, leaving just me and a supervisor.
Supervisor: "You know what happens next..." It was a statement, not a question.
Me: "I gotta do a memo." It was a statement, not a question.
Supervisor: "I can't wait to read this one. Have fun!"
"Dear Chief...."
The occupant of the supervisor's office main duty was to answer the telephone. drink coffee and monitor the radio. It was a mostly boring way to spend the shift and having to listen to the guys on the radio having fun made it worse.
The supervisor's office at the time was situated so that the occupant could observe and monitor the muster room and the processing area through big glass windows. The closest detention area to the supervisor's office was a mini tank that had large glass walls that started about 3 feet from the ground and went almost to the ceiling. This mini tank was used mainly for female detainees or family groups, depending on the circumstances.
On this particular night the above mentioned mini tank had one occupant - a 20-something young lady with long hair. A couple of hours into the shift I hear banging on the glass from the mini tank and when I looked, the afore mentioned young lady was waving at me with a "hello!" type of wave, so I waved back. Then there's more banging on the glass and the young lady starts kissing and licking the glass.
My first though was - that glass hadn't been cleaned since the building was built and she's gonna need a ride to the hospital soon.
I was interrupted by a phone call, and when I hung up there was more banging on the glass. This time she gives me a big smile, pulls her shirt up, and starts rubbing her boobs on the glass. My next though was, s**t, this is gonna be a memo. My second was we need a female agent, but there weren't any working.
Meanwhile, she keeps up with the boob rubbing, so I stepped over to the FOS office and grabbed up a supervisor. The FOS and an the supervisors drop their coffees and come a runnin', and by this time there was a growing congregation of agents also interested in the event. When I pushed my way back to my desk, the young lady blows me another "hello!" kiss, does the boob/glass bit some more. When she had everybody's undivided attention, she stands up on the concrete bench under the window, drops her pants, and she was a he...
Behind me a wave of groans and retching could be heard as the area quickly cleared out, leaving just me and a supervisor.
Supervisor: "You know what happens next..." It was a statement, not a question.
Me: "I gotta do a memo." It was a statement, not a question.
Supervisor: "I can't wait to read this one. Have fun!"
"Dear Chief...."
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