[yoo r soh veyn]: The person Simon is singing about in this song remains a mystery, as she has never made it clear who she wrote it about; rumours include Warren Beatty, Kris Kristofferson, Cat Stevens, and Mick Jagger, all of whom she had affairs with. Simon has been elusive and changed her story a bit when asked the inevitable question about the song (strange considering the album title). In 1974, she told Modern Hi-Fi and Music: “That song is about a lot of people. I mean I can think of a lot of people. The actual examples that I’ve used in the song are from my imagination, but the stimulus is directly from a couple of different sources. It’s not just about one particular person.”
The House That God Has Forgotten part 62: You probably this post is about you.
So…I have not been writing much here lately. I am a bad blogger. I have been totally into The Queen on Netflix (I like historical dramas) and have not been able to put the phone and Chromecast away long enough to sit down and write to you. This time however I feel compelled.
I like my new boss. She seems to know her shit and is there a bit more. It is nice to have someone that wants to be our boss instead of getting “thrown in” to be our boss. The only problem I have with her is that she does not understand my sense of humour and everything goes to hell. Ok not that bad, but she looks at me like I am crazy. I do not get if she doesn’t get my humour or thinks I am just an idiot, or if it is my bipolar talking.
We did have that “bipolar” talk a few weeks ago. She said she already knew when I asked her; “You know I am sick right?” We talked about the mood changes, the paranoia and some tips on how to deal with me. We also had a talk about how if I make a mistake I have a real hard time dealing with it. She put me at ease, and I guess that is what a good boss does.
So… A lot has happened since I have written to you the last time. Drama to the highest level. The moves of someone who is great at their job to another floor to punish them. (Which I do not agree with at all) and the sacrifice is chaos. If there is one thing I want to write here is that the system is very fucked up, and looking at it from my perspective when they are needed more than ever, it is about like drinking a “gallon of liquid stupid” to move them. I see a lot in the cameras. And the big talk is that “If they were there things would work better”. So know if you read this… we see you. We know what is going on, and it sucks what has happened to you.
Two bosses are moving on. One is quitting and the other (who I never thought I would see the day) is moving to another jail. It starts to make me wonder why all of these bosses are leaving. How are things working in those meetings they have? Is it that they are tired of their boss or is it that they feel no longer that they can be “ran over” or is it just that they are tired of The House That God Has Forgotten?
I have never in my 9 years seen so many bosses quit like they are doing now. But soon there will be none left since the beginning (ok 2 of the bosses had other jobs in the beginning). What is happening?
I am a little bummed out because my snus buddy will be gone. Who will I have to talk about all of the new kinds of snus in the security checks and on the elevator?
Everything will change. Everything always changes at The house That God Has Forgotten.
I watch as more corrections officers quit. More of the ones that have been there for 9 years leave. More than have been there 5 years, 3 years, all walk out the door. Soon after 10 years or so I will be one of a handful that is left, or maybe after 9 years already that is the case perhaps.
I have come to the conclusion that sadly there is nothing left for me, but to fade away into the walls of The House That God Has Forgotten and become a part of the building. You know it is starting to get crazy when you explain to your 8-year-old which floor is the entryway and that she has been there in the locker room when I forgot my winter shoes because I had to pick her up from school.
“You were on the third floor. The thieves live up higher.”
I will never allow my daughter to work in the Department of Corrections. I don’t want her to be part of my insanity at work. Though I can tell you at 8 she would probably be hired and make more money than I do.
8-year-olds seem to be more capable of doing my job better. Like a monkey was the first thing the Americans sent into space, a monkey can do my job. So my daughter could probably do it too.
So what do we do? Sadly we are incapable of making a difference. Someone new will come in and fill the shoes of someone older and we will forget the old ones. At first, they will be a “remember when” and then later they will be someone that a few people will know that is mentioned.
“They were here before your time, you do not know who they are.” Everyone will say.
A guy that is not permanently working with me got the “axe” this week.
“Can you follow me?” asks my boss.
Then they disappear.
Next thing you know they are getting escorted out the front door with a handshake.
It takes a lot to get fired at The House That God Has Forgotten. So the speculation is on overdrive.
It has been a busy week. Bosses quitting. People getting moved when they should not be. People getting followed to their locker and getting sent away in the middle of the afternoon.
This is usually how it starts. I am sure I will start having a lot to write about here. It usually comes in cycles, and this is the start of a new one.
Just another week in The House That God Has Forgotten.