back to work.
for some ungodly reason I work at a Maximum Security Prison which is a little like working on a film set in that it seems like it might be interesting & exciting, but quickly works into being a long-ass daythat you can't wait to get to the end of.
today I worked in the P.C. (protective custody), which is pretty much where they stick all the inmates who, if they were in the rest of the population would get beaten, raped or killed on account of their crime, (former) gang affiliation, snitch status, sexual orientation, life on the Outside (there are a few former cops & former C.O.'s) or whatever...for the most part they're a pretty easy-going lot in that the only place they have to go from here is the Hole.
little bit of a scrap between two cellies that resulted in both of them being sent to the Infirmary (not for any injuries, it was more of a bitchy little slap-fight, but becuase many of the cells there are kind of a temporay holding zone while the higher-ups figure out what's to be done.)
the Squad came down & divided up evrything in the cell while the two cellies sat at the steel table in cuffs & identifyed what belonged to whom while I stood there wearing my serious officer face. the only items in dispute were a half-bag of cookies & some non-dairy creamer.
then there was about 2 hours spent inventoring all the items--toiletries, clothing, legal work, porno mags (one: all hetero, t'other: all homo)
never thought that at 29 I'd be counting out how many pairs of boxers a complete stranger has & noting it on an Official Form. funny how life works out sometimes.
for some ungodly reason I work at a Maximum Security Prison which is a little like working on a film set in that it seems like it might be interesting & exciting, but quickly works into being a long-ass daythat you can't wait to get to the end of.
today I worked in the P.C. (protective custody), which is pretty much where they stick all the inmates who, if they were in the rest of the population would get beaten, raped or killed on account of their crime, (former) gang affiliation, snitch status, sexual orientation, life on the Outside (there are a few former cops & former C.O.'s) or whatever...for the most part they're a pretty easy-going lot in that the only place they have to go from here is the Hole.
little bit of a scrap between two cellies that resulted in both of them being sent to the Infirmary (not for any injuries, it was more of a bitchy little slap-fight, but becuase many of the cells there are kind of a temporay holding zone while the higher-ups figure out what's to be done.)
the Squad came down & divided up evrything in the cell while the two cellies sat at the steel table in cuffs & identifyed what belonged to whom while I stood there wearing my serious officer face. the only items in dispute were a half-bag of cookies & some non-dairy creamer.
then there was about 2 hours spent inventoring all the items--toiletries, clothing, legal work, porno mags (one: all hetero, t'other: all homo)
never thought that at 29 I'd be counting out how many pairs of boxers a complete stranger has & noting it on an Official Form. funny how life works out sometimes.