I’ve worked as an administrative assistant for the past four years at a maximum-security facility for men. I handle fingerprint cards, DNA samples, photo line-up requests, office supply requisitions, stuff like that. At first I felt nervous there as a middle-aged woman, but as it turned out, I have no contact with the inmates, and the guards are nice, though they can get a little rowdy sometimes. My husband thinks working there has made me stronger emotionally. Maybe. Physically, I still couldn’t kick a thug’s ass—not for fun, just to improve his behavior. Okay, maybe if he’s smaller than me.
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updated May 7, 2018