Just a word now and then about working in a prison and for the Department Of Corrections. Plus a good bit of ranting here and there.
Sunday, January 3, 2010
From Here To What?
Ok, this is kind of a dumb thing. But when you spend your time going from one extreme to another like we do, your mind plays dumb tricks on you.
In the Hive we are either balls to the wall busy or bored and looking for something to do.
Today was a perfect example of that. They filled our last available bed right before shift change. While BG and I were out on 2:00 rec to be exact. And if they would have had a major problem somewhere and needed to lock up a bunch of people we would have been in some serious trouble. As it was, they only locked up two more tonight. So we only had to kick two out early.
That was a blessing and a curse.
But something came along to fill our time and occupy our minds.
Some of our food came down on a bread rack. Our bags for the diabetics and the sack meals for the guys on suicide watch. No big deal.
And in the bottom of the bread rack was a note.
It said simply (in bold red letters): "Here To Nose Sat."
I read it again. It was very plain and printed clearly. And it still read "Here to nose sat."
I showed it to everybody in the room. "What the hell does this mean?" I asked.
I called Main Production and talked to Officer Footies. He knows everything there is to know about food service.
He didn't have a clue.
He asked the cooks.
They didn't have a clue either.
I told you it was dumb. But it occupied our minds for most of the evening.