Froot Loops

Fifteen years of shit I couldn’t say on the time clock while working for the California Department of Child Support Services. It’s not that I shouldn’t have said them, and it’s certainly not that I didn’t (though I will vehemently deny some of them) … it was just that we were NOT supposed to say things like them. Professional decorum and dignity and all that bullshit.
It’s not like a lot of it didn’t deserve to be said, and those folks sure deserved to hear it, but … well … you know.

NAMES HAVE BEEN CHANGED TO PROTECT THE GUILTY AND SOME OF THE WORST WERE THE MOTHERS. ANY OF YOU ASSHOLES THINK ABOUT SUING ME, TRUTH IS AN ABSOLUTE DEFENSE TO LIBEL AND SLANDER AND IF YOUR RECOGNIZE YOURSELVES …
MUST BE TRUE, HUH?
Each case is unique, of course, and I dealt with thousands of them, but you do see patterns, and that’s what I’m writing about. To be honest with you, the stories I tell will be a Hobo Stew of two or three or ten similar cases.

I AM NOT, NOR WAS I EVER AN ATTORNEY. NOTHING IN THESE POSTS IS TO BE CONSTRUED OR CONSIDERED AS LEGAL EXPERTISE OR ADVICE. It’s just that after fifteen years in the field, I have a bit more of a working familiarity with how these things work than most people do.