My Stamp Collection.
Since we are allowed to put stuff on the inside of our locker doors, I have decided to build a collage of cancelled postage stamps. Since I can no longer share them with my Mexican friends from Club Fed, I will use them. I can even buy scotch tape at this commissary. So do keep using the varied stamps and know they will be going toward my cubicle-less cube decorating. Some have family pictures, some have porno; me, I will have postage stamps. Just more proof of my individuality!
I will work on seeking more specific information over the weekend so my next letter to you should have even more details. Someone told me sixteen laps around the perimeter of our Rec yard is one mile. A little smaller than Club Fed to be sure!
I have to reread what I have written so far on these seven pages to see if I included all the good stuff so far.
Okay, I might have tried to share the following last night, but let me try again. Our shower area has four shower stalls and one shower room with six shower heads. It is referred to as the car wash.
Well as I take my shower in stall three (of four), the car wash, which is shielded by a shower curtain across the two-and-a-half foot opening, contains an unknown number of Spanish-speaking guys doing who knows what. I am sure to be able to supply more thrilling shower stories to come.
Mind you the shower stalls are the smallest possible and one cannot even turn around without touching a curtain or a wall. They are a double stall though, i.e. there is a second area with another curtain right outside the shower so one can slip on some shorts in privacy. But as I came out of the shower there was a guy bare-ass naked standing in the area; I am not sure what he was doing, but I shuffled out ASAP!
Great, I just realized that one of the two tabs on my locker doors is not fastened to the door. It wiggles and even with the lock in place, the doors open enough for someone to stick their hand in under the bottom edge.
Good thing I have hidden my government-issued disposable razor on the back of the top shelf. If it turns up missing I am in deep shit. Even if I buy an electric razor I cannot give back their razor. It is just a trap waiting to happen.