Another guy, an officer, says no, he was a county building inspector creating havoc at construction sites all over the area. He got in trouble with his co-workers when he told on them for using county trucks to go to lunch. But both sources agree that Sergeant Z is completely around the bend. He's the proverbial bed bug who, because he's now a Sergeant in the Dept. of Corrections, insists he be treated by his captive audience as some sort of moral compass, a wish not easy to honor from a man who's nose is constantly up one or another prisoner asshole, sniffing for gas leaks. From a distance, Sgt.
Z looks almost normal.
But, he's always smiling one of those manic, inappropriate smiles from Venus or Mars that somehow touch the hysteria button, and when you get closer you can see that he's a lodestone. You could say that Sgt. For the record, big prison bureaucracies regularly accept his type and consider them perfectly employable. After all, nothing is ever reported to the outside world, so a total creosote brain can float along in the ebb tide of his psychosis and pick up a check in spite of his world view or his insecure, sometimes dangerous hate. Other guards just learn to put up with them, and the prisoners run away.