Pretend we’re dead

[pri-tend weer ded]: Written by L7 front woman Donita Sparks, this song is a call to action, making the point that doing nothing is exactly what the powers-that-be want from their opposition.

The House That God Has Forgotten part 47: Taking and receiving.

We are all like hamsters in a wheel at The House That God Has Forgotten. We do the same things over and over again.

I push buttons. Click here. Click there. Watching countless people going in and checking their telephones. I say out loud “Does everyone have to come in at the same time with a fucking telephone+” (All of the bosses go to lunch together everyday).

Sometimes some people go in with their phones and never come back out. I like them, because I only have to check them once. Yesterday someone came in without a phone and I had to thank her.

“Thank you so much for not having a goddamn telephone with you!” she smiled.

It is always nice to give compliments to co-workers I think.

I like to wave at people and yawn at security checks. It shows I say hello, and how absolutely unstimulated I am watching them.

They look unstimulated too. No one wants to go back in after lunch.

The hamster wheel rolls on the 5th floor. People coming in and out through the elevator (that we control by the way so you do not need to push the button police man).

“Transport in to pick up” “Transport to return” “New inmate” “Video hearing needs your assistance”.

They run like hamsters in wheels, wanting to go back to lunch and probably forget about having to do that anymore.

Visiting families. Going to security checks. “You did not take your shoes off.” “It is your bra, let me wand you.” “No do not push the button on the elevator, it is run by us.” (Something they also never listen to)

Up to the 5th floor. “Show me your paper” “Go here”.

Inmates going down elevators, papers getting scribbled on. “We accept” over and over again.

It is the same thing you hear all over The House That God Has Forgotten “Do you accept?” “Yes we accept.”

It gets old and boring.

“Shower? Gym? Promenade? 60 minutes or 30? Here is your food. Here is your thermos.” all said like a robot and over and over again in an almost like full single sentence.

A funny side note about the thermos. One year they tried to give us one for a Christmas present, but they had a problem with mould, Still a thermos for a present. What a thoughtful gift to people that have to fill them everyday.

Opening up all the doors. Inmates leaving their cells and Oh the noise! Plastic plates and spoons around a giant food cart. All fighting over some fish or stew the kitchen has made for dinner.

“7:3-4 in front of the elevator, do you accept?” “Yes we accept.” can be heard on the 12th floor.

We accept a lot of things at The House That God Has Forgotten.

In fact, we accept a lot of things. We are a kind and generous people that accept doing this everyday.

Although we are quite good at it.

I don’t remember them telling me this, that when I first started almost 10 years ago that it would be so much accepting of things.

Accepting people who scream at you (both inmates and colleagues). Inmates breaking things and getting new ones. (See…we accept broken TV’s and they accept new ones) . Things getting thrown at you. Inmates threatening you.

What do you do when that guy has threatened you for the 2000th time. You are too busy accepting other things to write papers.

“We just don’t have the time!” you hear people say.

You get to accept them at the elevator, and take their old TVs but you get to also accept that they threaten you too.

We are told to write reports on each other and ourselves, and inmates and every single door that does not work…but when do we have time for this? We are busy at the elevators (or in my case pushing buttons to make them run).

It doesn’t help that you are short that day. 2 people have called in sick, and instead of sending in a colleague to work overtime (something they beg for) they dig up less qualified people of shift them down from the other floors…or you accept being short for the day.

“They can work here and there, but when they put them just right here when I am working, I have to bare everything on my shoulders and I am tired of it.”

It is almost like the yawn at security checks, but I am not tired. I am just bored.

There are two types of tired at The House That God Has Forgotten. Tired from being bored, and tired of having to not be bored.

Don’t forget that we have to find time to break evil circles, fill in reports about ourselves when we make mistakes, and write reports on that guy that has threatened everyone.

“It has never happened unless you document it.”

Give us people and time to do it!

If I make a mistake which is human, and I am busy non stop all day… am I supposed to stay over and write the report?

Oh no… I am off of work and am a government worker for a job that does not give pay raises that match with inflation. I am outta here!

That is the only thing that we will not be accepting…leaving late. It is forbidden in our little universe- At 6 in the evening we are hoarded around those key lockers waiting for those doors to open like cattle.

The fresh air of walking through those double doors is something no boss would ever understand. I challenge them to end at 6 one day and have to wait like everyone else and feel how it feels. The anticipation. The excitement in the locker room as everyone goes home.

Like my daughters’ book says: “Now it is night. Night is not a time to play”

“Now it is 6 in the evening, 6 is not a time to hang out at work.”

We just cannot accept that.

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