It's been a ride at Preston. Sometimes boring, sometimes exciting, sometimes funny, sometimes cool. After 7 months I had to accept a loan to the Stockton complex for 60 days. I knew Preston was closing. But I didn't want to believe it. My supervisor didn't want to let me go, calling me one of the best new staff members. But he would be doing me a disservice by keeping me here and not having any hours for us. It is what it is. But hey, life goes on and I have to make my money.
I hesitating while signing the loan to Stockton, because I knew from then on my career at the YA was going right back to square one. New staff, some new wards, and a brand new reputation to build.
I talked to a good friend of mine before I left. And he gave me good advice. I felt confident that I would just try to survive, but I was extremely disappointed that I had gained a good reputation, got along well with coworkers, and now that was all coming to an end.
Then we got word that Preston was officially closing. So that kinda softened the blow a little bit. I felt sad that I would never be able to go back to that environment. Yes, there were issues there, but I liked where I was and just wanted do my 8 and hit the gate.
So there we were, at the Stockton complex. It was our first day of O&I and we met with all the big wigs. A bunch of short guys with shirts and ties talking about the expectations of "NCYC" as they call it. Besides one supervisor, I wasn't impressed at all. It looked like a bunch of bureaucrats with too much time in. I sat down and talked to my supervisor in his office with a couple of colleagues. I had some serious questions for him, and he responded very confrontational. It wasn't very pleasant because he kept referring to policy instead of answering my question. It's a big change from one institution to another. At Preston, it was very easy to lock up somebody for a couple of days just to calm them down and get some stability. At "NCYC," it was much harder.
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