Constant Chattering

I don't know what it has been about the last week. Maybe I'm a soft touch or a good listener. Maybe I'm just too polite to say what I think.

I know that may be hard to believe, but it's true. I am polite sometimes.

But for the past week I have been surrounded by people chattering at me constantly. Everywhere I went. So much that now I'm home and it's quiet I can hear the echoes of all that noise still bouncing around in my head.

I know as CO's we are verbal critters. Ninety percent of what we do during any day is verbal.

"Where's your ID?" "Stay off the grass!" "Hey! You! Are you stupid?" "Don't put your lips on that! You don't know where it's been!" "Lock down!" "Chow time!" "Count time!"

That sort of thing. We could probably automate this place and just run a recording of those phrases over and over at random intervals and the place would run exactly the same.

And when we aren't talking to or at the inmates (or giving them a talking to), we are talking to each other. Or sometimes giving each other a talking to. Or throwing our sunglasses at somebody. That stuff happens.

But the point is we are a very verbose group, generally. If one of us isn't talking, somebody is asking them what's wrong. And then they take them aside for a talk.

After a long week of listening to the chatter, I relish coming home when everybody in the house is asleep and nobody is talking to me. Then I just tip my head to the side and let all of that blah blah blah run out so I can make room for Monday again.

Supposed to have a fairly warm weekend, maybe I'll go down to the shop by myself, put on some instrumental music and play with my saws for awhile. That always helps me defrag my brain.

So lets see the weekend lineup.

Saturday is National Peanut Butter and Jelly Day. Yum!

Sunday is Tweed Day and Don't Go To Work Unless It's Fun Day. Especially on a Sunday.

And Monday is Tell-A-Lie Day. Oh boy. Don't tell the inmates. Or any politicians, either.