So the other day I got to work, early as is usual for me, and I'm standing outside Central shooting the snit and smoking with the other early birds. That's always my time to catch up on what's been happening since I was last at work.
Captain CJ (who is on day shift now, the poor thing) comes out for a last smoke of her shift and she's talking to someone else down the table. I overhear: "When I went out on B-side and saw those fracking vampire stakes I about had a fit. If one of my staff gets hurt with one of those I swear to Gawd I'll have somebody's head!"
Didn't have a clue what she was talking about until I went over to B side and saw for myself.
Remember the other day when they caught three inmates with shanks? Prison made weapons?
The very next day maintenance went out and put stakes in all of the tomato plants in the gardens all over the camp.
At best count there are now around a hundred three foot long pointed wooden stakes driven into the ground in different places all over the camp.
So if the camp gets attacked by vampires, we're good.
But if we get attacked by inmates, we're screwed.
Just now I had to sit there for a minute and shake my head. The absurdity of it all just amazes me sometimes.
I work in a prison.
I don't know where the rest of those people think they are working, but it obviously isn't here.
So Tuesday is going to be Clerihew Day, Don't Step On A Bee Day (or in a bidet), Pina Colada Day, Teddy Bears Picnic Day and Pick Blueberries Day.
Bidet.... hee hee hee!
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