Pissed off inmates.
I tore my whole locker apart and I could only find a pad with a few steno pages left.
It’s been a really strange day. It is store day, so my locker was all stuffed full, and then I just emptied it looking for paper.
Then I stuck my nose into working on the tile floor in the Rec pool table room. I put two coats of wax down, finishing at around 3:30 PM, and went back for the 4:00 PM count.
At 5:00 PM the floor was still "tacky", so I ended up closing the whole inside Rec area for the evening. That means in addition to no pool (seven tables), I also locked out one ping pong table, the "band room", and sixteen leather workers and fifteen to twenty five ceramics people (and tonight was a "pour night" for molds).
So, I have a "few" inmates pissed off at me.