Interesting personnel problem starring The Stupidvisor.
There was an interesting personnel problem here this week, and after three or four days, I have gotten to the bottom of it. It is truly a great study of the interpersonal relationships that exist on so many levels, and how one must be ever vigilant in the workplace for back-stabbing bullshit.
You can skip the following paragraph if you have already had your fill of Peyton Place
soap opera hysterics for the year.
The players: (Okay, the guilt worked, you can stop sticking the pins in your Prison Pete doll.)
The scene involves my job at Rec, and actually started to unfold while you and I were talking on the phone. As I told you, Rec was closing early that afternoon. Before all the inmates left, it appears that one of the inmates that works down here in Hobbycraft apparently took the time to speak to the SV (yes, I do recall typing those initials, but was it after this sordid event started? A mind is a terrible thing to waste.)
So, as near as I can now tell, he must have told the SV that I constantly criticized him (the SV). The inmate could not rat me out about any illegal stuff, since I do not do anything like that, and he did not make anything up, since I still have my job. So, by the time I came back to work (yes, now it is clear, I have told this to you, so let me cut to the chase).
Bottom line: most of the Rec cops think the whole thing is funny and even said they were going to nominate me for "Employee of the Month" for as long as I am here just to piss off the SV. Sure enough, the inmate that seems to have ratted me out for my criticism of the SV and started the shit, was working on the kiln and asked me for my advice, I told him sorry, that I was not allowed to work on the kilns. He said he knew that, he just wanted me to tell him how to do something. I said, sorry, no can do.
Well, the SV is off all this coming week, so I will have to wait a week and then get to practice my people skills and see if I can repair the damage done by the inmate. There is this pervasive attitude in prison that if an inmate is having too much fun, not constantly miserable, and doing things that, even though they benefit the inmates, that happy-go-lucky inmate must be taken down a peg.
So bottom line, life goes on here at Club Fed and another day passes into the sunset.