You know.... there's alot of people at work who can tell me what to do. Other officers. sergeants, lieutenants, captains, the major, FUMs, caseworkers, the warden, assistant wardens.... even the nurses tell me what to do and I generally do what they tell me to.I'm pretty much at the bottom of the food chain as far as being ordered to do things. Anybody who isn't an inmate can tell me what to do.
It's my job. I'm cool with it.
But the fracking inmates are not in my chain of command. And they haven't figured that out yet.
"Go get me the sergeant."
"Get me some toilet paper."
"Go tell that nurse to come talk to me."
To which I generally reply "Go frack yourself."
But not in those exact words.
Any conversation that begins with a demand or an order pretty much ends up the same way. And they act all offended when I tell them to go get stuffed. It mystifies them. Many of them seem to be under the impression that because I am supposed to be nominally looking out for their well being, that I should be catering to their needs all the time.
Well, I got some sad news for ya, Binky! As long as you don't die on my shift, I could really care less about your welfare. And as for the rest of your demands:
Write a kite to the sergeant and he will see you or not as is his will when and if he gets around to it.
Toilet paper gets handed out on fridays. Hold it til then.
Fill out a medical request and the nurse will see you when you get on her schedule.
And until the day comes when you start signing my paychecks......
Go frack yourself.
But not in those exact words.
Thanks. I just needed to get that off my chest.
