Have you ever drug your tired butt to work on a Monday and watched your boss come strolling by whistling a tune? As you watch him walk by in his exceptional mood you think to yourself...."somebody got laid..." Unfortunately we have all sat there and listened to a boss pop off about some shit that has you thinking..."must be that time of the month!"
It's the same way here.
One day the guard will allow you to eat a second tray of food and overlook you walking outside the yellow-line. The next day the same guard is all over your ass because you're two minutes late to call-out. They get so mad at us that we get a fire-drill at 4 AM on a Saturday morning when its 28 degrees. Then they make you stand outside in your gym shorts for 20 minutes while they stand around and smoke cigarettes.
Over my time in D.O.C. I have learned to appreciate a convict guard. That's a guard that come in with the same attitude every day. And "if" they ever change their ways they will stop and listen to you if you approach them in a respectful manner and point it out to them.
There are other officers that are over the top on every call. And for that reason there is a chain-of-command. An officer puts you in cuffs and you know you weren't wrong, you have the right to ask "to see the Captain." A good Captain will hear your side and then make the ruling. Either you're headed to confinement or the cuffs are removed.
Personally I like the man who's the same day in and day out. I try to live the same way. If it's been working this far, why change it and possibly mess up something. Just move on.
Even if the officer is a straight dick, just be a dick every day. Then I can move around you. Simple as that. When you learn to do your time in this manner you are a "convict" as opposed to an inmate. An officer will respect you for that was well.
I have learned to do my time this way. Now with all the new changes it's turning things around a bit. Still, you make like a chameleon and adapt to the change. I figure it's a good thing in preparation for life out there.
Weed was an illegal drug when I was growing up. We were taught it was a drug and not to be used. Now it's becoming legal and parents are having to teach differently. Much like alcohol, it shouldn't be abused. And if you're leaving the house every day and turning around to pick up something you forgot...Yeah, you may need to cut back some.
Our lives are ever changing. Change is good. I'm writing once again for Jailbird. It's keeping me occupied and allowing me to vent. On top of that I'm making new friends.
Thanks for stopping by. Tell someone about this. I get all the comments read to me and reply when someone wants to write.
I'm out in 22 months and I will continue to update the site so everyone can see what I've done with myself. Before prison I was an addict. This will become a way to stay accountable for my actions. I ask you to stick around. Contact me if you like.
Hopefully your boss got laid over the weekend and your day is beautiful.
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