There are aspect of life behind bars that I just don't get. Like the guy who wears his flip flops into the shower. After his shower he then uses his towel to dry off his flip flops. then hangs the towel back up to dry. Then repeats the same process the next day. He took a towel he wipes on his face and dried someone elses unborn babies off his shower shoes. Yes. This is a men's locker room we're talking about.
Or the guy who won't sit on a toilet seat, but perches his shower shoes on each side of the bowl, then sits on them. Nearly everyone washes their ass around here. So, the germs on the seat are minimal. Well, until you place your jizz-stained, bacteria-infested shower shoes on the seat. Now your putting whatever is on the shower floor on your ass. Not to mention, the condition you have now left the seat in for the next man who comes to sit on that seat.
Disrespectful assholes....
It doesn't end there. I see stuff all day that causes me to shake my head. Take our reck yard for example. The middle of summer and no houses anywhere near and so some of us like to take our shirt off while we work out. Get a little Vitamin D and fresh air. Here comes the recreational coach, a sergeant who has decided to be shirt patrol. He chases anyone down who pulls their shirt over their head to write paperwork on. Issuing a corrective-consultation paper. Even going to the extreme of kicking you off the reck field for removing your shirt.
He is so intent on doing this that he overlooks everything else. Thing that are totally security risks. The very things he should be monitoring to maintain safety, he overlooks to chase inmates down who have removed their shirt.
I watched the gang activity on the reck field the other day. Blatantly throwing gang signs around while the officer watches. A ring of guys all surrounding the petitioner. It's an initiation ceremony. One guy in the center of the circle is on his knees with his head bowed. Everyone in the surrounding ring hold his hand on the new members shoulders. If you didn't know any better you could mistake it for a charismatic healing ceremony. Except this is no prayer circle. These are gang members. Here to swear in a new member. Organized crime and it's alive and well in the prison system. It goes virtually unnoticed since the officer is busy chasing down a shirtless inmate doing push ups. That's just one senario. Here's yet another.....
We have Mp3 players that have to be plugged in to a kiosk to download our music purchases. A couple of the officers post up around the machine and tell us inmates it's off limits. It's a security risk for us to plug in and download our music. Nobody's going to download their tunes to go jump the fence. What, so they have something to listen to while they're on the run? I think not!
Besides....if an officer can patrol the kiosk to tell you it's "off limits", then why can't he just be security and see the area as patrolled since he's leaning on the machine? I just don't get if folks. Some people have so much sense they have none. There you have it.....
The things I ponder.
Until next time.....
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