Love is a Battlefield

[luhv iz ey bat-l-feeld]: the music video got a great deal of airplay on MTV at a time when all they did was show videos. It contains some very ’80s fashion and was one of the first videos to incorporate dialogue into the song to progress the storyline, which was Benatar running away from home and trying to make it on her own (strange that she was still living with her parents at age 30, but she did look young for her age). The video, which was directed by Bob Giraldi, also contained a group dance sequence, predating Michael Jackson’s “Thriller” video, which emerged later in 1983. Benatar was out of her element, as dancing is not her thing, but she pulled off the moves admirably and helped create a very memorable scene.

The House That God Has Forgotten Part 1: High School

I heard about a grown man crying at work yesterday. A tough man. Not one of these guys you would expect to be broken easily, but they did it.

They made a giant tree fall to the ground. They broke him in a million pieces that he could not hold it in anymore.

You ask yourself… how can this happen? This is a job. A professional workplace? How on Earth do you make people cry?

I am the first to admit that when I was an undiagnosed bipolar person without medicine I yelled a lot, but that all has its reasons. I changed after I started taking pills. These if you people do not have a mental illness, they are just… well… I meant well… I just honestly could not control myself.

If you work at an office, you do not scream at each other. Can you imagine hearing someone yelling across the room…

“Bob I have not gotten those fucking monthly reports! You are worthless and I cannot have you working with me anymore!”

You would think in the climate in the House That God Has Forgotten that it would be a bit more of “us vs. them”, but instead of that… it is filled with a battle far beyond your wildest dreams.

There are groups and you see them everywhere.

Mean girls (which are also mean boys): these are the people that exclude, harass and close off themselves to outsiders. They arrange their schedules to make sure they are at the same place at the same time, and no these mean girls are just not at one place. They exist everywhere.

You see mean girls (and boys for that matter) are on every floor. From the top of the house to the bottom it is filled with mean girls.

The mean girls do not hang out in one big group, they hang out on their own mean girls forming sub cliques from each floor. So if you are a mean girl on this floor, then you hate the mean girls on the other floor because you are not as good as the mean girls on your floor.

IT is no new phenomena, but has been there since the House That God Had Forgotten has had from the very beginning.

Some floors are worse than others. Some floors send their victims away to work on the rest floor, working away from the rest of the gang.

If they need someone to work in the kitchen? One of the mean girls sends the weaker link, the victim there instead.

They wear the same uniform together, with the baton and pepper spray hanging off the belt. They work with the hardest. Irony is that… everyone works with the hardest… When I look back at myself I can be a mean girl sometimes.

“That guy is worthless” or “I had to do his job for him today as well as mine”

I don’t go as far as to arrange my schedule about who I work with, but I have a little sigh of relief when I know certain people are not working with me on the same day as I do.

The victims: If you are new..95% chance you are a “victim”. People have lost the interest to teach you. The time has come that there are so many new of you that bitterness and lack of caring because you will “leave anyway” exist there under the surface.

First you are making more money than everyone else.

When I started working at The House God Has Forgotten everyone got paid the same worthless wages. We never took the job to get rich. We took the job because we like the benefits, or that it was a pretty safe place to work in on the job market.

Now the head of the prison system has decided to give all of the “newbies” more money.  I don’t think they looked up how much an average prison guard makes and thought;

“Hey I make too much I should be asking for less or just say no.”

None of them would have done this so I cannot blame them for that, but what we do blame them for is having to TEACH them how to do the job that we get paid a few hundred dollars a month less for.

So the newbies pay a price for this. From apathy to less interest, to just irritation.

A lot of people look at them and can think; “I am all for getting a high paycheck, but I want one too.” Something the old timers know will never happen.

No one likes a newbie. Especially the new girls. You will always find the newbies sitting by themselves.

IF you see someone walking off the street making a few hundred less than a worker in charge of over the whole jail with a ton of responsibility, it causes an eyesore that is hard to getaway.

These are the people you see crying. These are the people that are bullied. They are the ones that get broken every day.

Does the leadership know about this? I think they are afraid to come forward.

I feel sorry for them, but I have a lot of resentment towards them just like everyone else.

The Administration; A hallway on the 4th floor that they own. (Another part of the article series I will be getting to later) these are the people you never see. They eat lunch away from you or they never leave the floor. They are ghosts that make more money, that is never seen.

The doing my own race:  These are the people that do their own thing. They have their job, and do not care what everyone else thinks. They usually know a remarkable amount of how things function on their floor and do not care what others think. They live in their own world, their own functioning little world where they have opinions. Some are vocal and defiant, while others have just silence and well… do what they do… getting the job done.

If you are a lucky “newbie” and one of these people take you under their wing, the mean girls will not dare to touch you.

The follower:  This is the emulator, the stalker. The one that follows in the steps of another like them.  The mini me. The wannabe tough guy that tries to seem tough, but no one ever takes seriously.

It is probably the guy that got bullied at school and finally has some kind of control of treating people like their leaders.

The nice guys aka. stuck in the middle: These are the people that are not bullied and liked by everyone. The one that they say is so nice and sweet. Every floor has one, everyone is like a unicorn.

EXCEPT they are also the deadliest because they are afraid to say what really is unfair about people getting treated badly.

The cheerleaders: These are the people with smiles on their faces all the time that no matter what the situation is they are always willing to make excuses for inmates. “He was sleeping when we woke him for promenade.. can’t you wait 20 minutes later when he wakes up?”

They live for the inmates and not so much for the people around them. They live in a bubble, that no one in their right mind wants to be in.

The freaks and geeks: You never see them because they hide in rooms where no one sees them. They live in a world where you are not allowed to go in, but they get to watch you. The control room.

They eat their lunch there and rarely go out for lunch unless it is to take a walk or sit behind a computer for their lunch break. I am a geek. I spend my lunches hiding and writing in this blog.

The middlemen: Everyone would like to think they are one of these, but they are not. These are the status quo. The ones that go to work and go home and do not make such a big deal much about the drama around them.

And finally you have…

The social workers: The same gang that sits at the same table every day with the same people talking about God knows what. No one knows what they are talking about, but they sit there at their long table at 12 every day and live in their own bubble.

and for part 1… these are the people that work in the House That God Has Forgotten

1 kap. Yttrandefriheten enligt denna grundlag

Syfte och grunder

1 §   Var och en är gentemot det allmänna tillförsäkrad rätt enligt denna grundlag att i ljudradio, tv och vissa liknande överföringar, offentliga uppspelningar ur en databas samt filmer, videogram, ljudupptagningar och andra tekniska upptagningar offentligen uttrycka tankar, åsikter och känslor och i övrigt lämna uppgifter i vilket ämne som helst.

Yttrandefriheten enligt denna grundlag har till ändamål att säkra ett fritt meningsutbyte, en fri och allsidig upplysning och ett fritt konstnärligt skapande. I den får inga andra begränsningar göras än de som följer av denna grundlag. Lag (2018:1802).


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