I worked at a city and county jail staffed by deputy sheriffs. Good people who were grossly underpaid, so they were transferring to the regular police force for a lot more money when openings arose. Most of the men and women inmates were awaiting trial, had already been through an admitting jail downstairs and were a bit calmed down, as well as ETOH detoxed, by the time we got them.
Also people came from the prisons, like Pelican Bay, and stayed with us while they were awaiting trial in a city or county court for some offense locally, in addition to the offense for which they were serving harder time. I found these people easier to get along with than our regular guests, as they knew the score, didn't need to test the limits (since they already knew them), and had nothing to prove (they already knew they were "tough guys"), unlike our regulars (who must have liked the place, despite all their yelling and griping and lawsuits, since they kept coming back year after year. Doing life on the installment plan.)
I worked there a total of 4 years before I quit. We kept getting these idiots appointed as nursing supervisors who knew absolutely nothing about corrections (and little enough about nursing, for that matter) who continued to pile on requirements and policies that were senseless, time-consuming, as well as simply dangerous for the staff. Talk about people easily manipulated by the inmates! They were clueless, one after the other. The union, SEIU, was no help, big surprise there. I finally had enough and hit the highway.
More than you asked for, but it did me some good to "share."