I worked the dang laundry. And I was right. I didn't like it.
The staff down there were fine. More than helpful. Even the inmates were for the most part cooperative and easy to deal with. After all, the inmates get paid by the hour to work down there and it is pretty easy to lose your job if you want to be a knucklehead.
I made sure that they knew I was cranky about being down there and wasn't going to put up with any tomfoolery.
Or hijinks, either. I have a low tolerance for hijinks.
The laundry is a huge building. And it's chock full of ginormous washing machines and dryers big enough to wash a Buick in if you so desired. When all of the machines are running it is extremely noisy in there and the inmates have to scream at each other to be heard over the noise.
Which makes the noise that much worse, of course.
And despite all of those washing machines going and producing steam, the place is dry as hell. All of that lint that doesn't get caught in the traps and those hugemungous dryers suck all of the moisture out of the air and I am even now as dry and dessicated as that poor fellow in the picture above.
Between the hot dry air inside and the cold wind outside my lips are split in a couple of places and my hands are dry and crackly. And my sinuses are packed full of lint, along with seemingly every single pore in my body. Even my eyelids are crunchy with lint. Yuck.
Add that to the headache I got from the noise and the backache I got from doing about 150 pat searches and you'll begin to see why I don't like to work laundry.
And of course, just to add insult to injury, I got stuck with the count and relief in 4 house after I got done. The laundry officer always gets shafted like that. Not that I minded 4 house. But it's all the way across the camp from the laundry and I had to hustle to get there by count time.
While I was there I did hear a rumor that my pal FlyinMonkey is going to be the next one to step up and put himself on the register for Sergeant. So we all need to head on over to his blog and encourage him to get that done! Yeah, Monkey!
Anyway, my night time drugs are kicking in and the headache and backache are easing off to a dull scream so I'm just gonna hit the highlights of the weekend calendar and toddle off to bed.
Saturday: Have A Bad Day Day, National Day of Play, National Toilet Day and Carbonated Beverage With Caffeine Day. Apparently there is no saint for this day.
Sunday: Absurdity Day, Children's Day, Name Your PC Day and National Peanut Butter Fudge Day. Again, no official saint. What the snap?
Monday: World Hello Day and False Confessions Day, World Television Day, Gingerbread Day and The Presentation of the Virgin Mary Day.
Yee haw. Crackle crunch.
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