I tried to keep my comments to a dull roar with the warden, as I was scared he'd shove me in a cell. But then, he was talking alot about the "suicide dog" they brought in to like, "cheer up" the prisoners "it happens a lot" (he said it smugly.)
I said, "Oh gee, did you know the juvenile prison has close to
zero suicides because they watch carefully, isolate them, put lead aprons on them etc." Isn't that actually cheaper than a dog, also, if anything could make me cry and become suicidal in a prison it would be hanging with a cute dog for 20 minutes and then it leaves. I vote for the aprons."
Also I suck as a caretaker of prisoners I was eating snus the WHOLE TIME. I had it contrabanded carefully in my bra. I was not about to GIVE it to any prisoners I needed it for me and having to walk/stand on concrete for like 5 hours straight.
Warden was garrulous. He made us late for lunch WE HAD A TYPE ONE DIABETIC in the group, They were all like "We don't let the diabetics have their commissary money because they won't eat healthy." (Earlier.)
Then they were like, "We really need to get this done can you eat something out of the vending machine?"
It was at that point where I was like, "THIS PLACE DEFINES hypocrisy, fear, and lack of civility. I asked for an escort to the Social Work Area, and they said they would but they didn't. I went on my own. No one questioned me also I did not get eaten by a zombie convict, then I grabbed THE REST of my contraband out of my locker and just left. The diabetes thing.... It left me speechless. I started to say "YOU DON'T LET PRISON--" and then I was like fine if diabetes lady wants this job she can HAVE it.
No warden dude just like had a FREAK out at me a couple times but I was like "Well, he seems to genuinely love his prison and hate the prisoners so I'm probably safe."
I bet that snus was like a felony or something. However, I kinda needed it.
The warden talked about contraband and how some worker started out giving a prisoner a stick of gum, the naked pictures and her address and money and some other crap, I forget. BUT he was like "it can be as simple as a stick of gum to start." And I was like, "Oh for the love of Christ, anyone who would be that dumb should turn herself in honestly.
But, Gum. Very very bad.
I mean, it was one of those such improbable stories, honestly, that as it built you wondered, "Is life actually real?"
I wonder what stories I would have had if I like worked there a week but I did ask the social work department if they had ever been fully staffed and they were like, "No." And my uppity self was like, "I could possibly do some good here if not interfered with, but like, JUST NO I am better than this." Sigh.
Anna