Things are sort of down here.
I just got cursed at by one of the Rec cops when I asked if he had made the computer entries yet. Then one of the inmates that works in the tool room said if he was me, he would quit and go lay down in the unit.
That is what I mean about nobody giving a shit about whether you do a good job or not. They will use you to get what they need, but when it comes to any kind of support, forget about it.
So let us hope I get a letter from you today to cheer me up a bit. Plus the inmate that started the shit with SV is still trying to stir up the pot. If it were not for the $80 plus the typewriter, this would be a done deal.
I still may be forced out of this job shortly anyhow, since between the staff and inmates continuing to stir the shit, it may just be that the easy solution to all their problems is to kick me out.
So there you have it.
5:17 PM mail call and YES! A NICE FAT ENVELOPE FOR ME!
I was pleased that even thought there was no more than around ten letters for the whole unit, I saw a real juicy envelope at the bottom of the stack. And as the pile dwindled, then I saw my name on it!
I have read the letter once while waiting for the Rec move and am rushing to type some more before the weekly Pack-Out begins. Pack-out is when the crafters can send their projects out to people on their visiting list.
I am responsible for entering the data of each package in the great green log book and the Rec cop checks to be sure all the rules are followed, so I do not have access to the typewriter. This takes place from 6:30ish to 7:30 PM. So I will have from then till 8:00 PM to type this letter and add any last-minute comments.
Tomorrow morning at 8:30 AM I am due for my once every three weeks hour with the psychologist.
How many times have we said "If only", so it is like the books you send. Some of them sit around for a bit unread, and then when I read them I wonder what took me so long. It turns out to be a great book.
I know sometimes I might drone on, it needs to get out of here, the release is therapeutic, and it might mean something down the road for the book or it might by just truly useless drivel and a real waste of a few inches of one-strike typewriter ribbon.
I do appreciate you "listening". I am not sure, but hopefully I am getting better at not just whining, but it certainly a challenge to know how much one needs to give to try to get the other person on the same page. Ah, this whole section is probably babbling. You just want all the juicy prison stuff, strip searches, working on the rock pile, and other thrilling stuff!
Let me see if I can print this before I have to abandon my desk. I'll do the Pack-Out and then go mail this stuff.