People are worse than you realize.

That’s what this job has made me realize. Working in the warrants unit of your friendly neighborhood sheriff’s office has introduced me to some of the lowest of low lifes society can produce. Murderers, child abuses, animal cruelty, drug dealers, and that’s just on a Monday. I feel like I could write a new post every single day about what I see.

I’m not going to write about how at the end of the day, I walk out of work telling myself that because I’m a fairly decent person, the world is fine. It isn’t. I have watched someone get arrested right in front of me. I have had officers walk in, warrants in hand, to tell me they need it entered ASAP because they’re going to catch the guy right now. I have had family members call us directly, asking for any information about a warrant of someone they care about, insisting that they did nothing wrong.

The first month I was here, I felt like it was something crazier every day. I remember my first murder warrant. I remember my first sexual assault warrant. I’ve learned that it’s best not to read the affidavits (the officer’s full statement on what happened and who they interviewed). They’re horrifying. And there’s tens of thousands of active warrants within the county I work. People really are worse than you realize.

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