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The House That God Has Forgotten Part 64: Speculation Education.
So it is all the talk around the building: Corona Virus. It is all I hear about. How many cases will it be by the end of Sunday (A colleague speculates 1000), and how we will eventually see it at The House That God Has Forgotten.
It makes me think a lot because there are so many people that come into that building. We that work there, and the countless visits to inmates and the department of probations (frivården).
Yet there is no plan. I have not heard of a plan. Just the discussion that VB knows all of the information if it comes out. I asked one the other day what they have for the plan. (because according to yet another exciting monthly newsletter from the warden they should know).
“I do not know what we have for the plan.” they responded.
So there is no plan. There are two or three print outs that say if you have symptoms to not come in the building, but how often do people read the signs? They have a hard time figuring out how to open the door to get into the jail.
Basic instructions like “push the button” are written by the button that is used to contact the reception desk.
So I doubt that anyone is reading any signs.
Mind you I am not so worried about the virus. I think 1000 or 400 people is not that many in a country of 10 million. Call me crazy, we are not Italy.
The thing that scráres me is the fact that if it does spread at The House That God Has Forgotten that I will just happen to be working that day and they will make me stay there. Sleeping on a mattress doing my job because of some virus that has leaked into the building.
Thoughts run through my head.
“Should I take some extra underwear to work?”
“Should I bring sweatpants and a t-shirt so I do not have to sleep in my uniform?”
One of the good things is that I have soap, a towel and deodorant there in my locker. My clothes may sink and all, but my body will be clean at least.
One thing is for sure. I am not eating dinner at 4 in the afternoon and nothing else for the rest of the night. That is something the inmates have to deal with, I did nothing wrong (or being accused of nothing wrong) to have to endure hunger all night.
It is these things I worry about. Being stuck with a fever at The House That God Has Forgotten. That sounds like the absolute worse torture that one can endure. Are you then forced to sleep in the garage? You can’t be around all of those other people.
There are no empty rooms (if you are wondering we are at 108% capacity) and that is not going to change anytime soon.
The only thing good about this is that now there is no carens day so you get paid 80% the first day your nose starts to run. I am sitting here hoping I get a cold just so I can miss work and not loose money for it.
So all of the rooms are full, we have nowhere to go. There is no plan (I talked to my ex’s sambo who works at Försäkringskassan – they have no plan either) and thinking that we work for the government, you would think that there would be some sort of plan.
Like I said, I am not worried about catching Corona. I am just worried someone else will.
The common phrase is; “It so going to come here.”
I just hope if it does none of the bosses is at work. Can you imagine having to spend two weeks locked in the jail with all of the bosses and the warden? It would suck because they can only have so many meetings (No I take that back…they would be in meetings all day trying to figure what to do and having meetings again about how it is not working). BUT imagine when they are done having meetings and it is night time. Then they would want to hang out with YOU.
On another note about the monthly newsletter, it is these pictures they are talking about taking of us. We had our APT with special guest star #ME TOO lady (Which I still not figured out exactly she has for a job) and she explained that the pictures of us will line the hallway as you come into work.
I am sorry, but I do not want to see your picture as I go into hell. The last thing I want to do is have to see the same people’s faces along the corridor.
They are supposed to show how different we are and something or another about how discrimination is a plague at The House That God Has Forgotten. Apparently, according to her, we have a problem with discrimination. Something that is new to me. But alas being someone from another country that is gay and have never experienced it myself maybe it is there somewhere.
I know, I know. Of course, there is a different way of seeing people because of where they come from. No one since I have lived here has anyone treated me different because I come from the United States.
The one place I am afraid to go to because I am discriminated against is my own embassy. That and how much a passport costs and the fear of everything there (Showing the bottom of your shoes, having to wait outside like a dog) is the reason why passport has gone out light years ago.
Everyone keeps telling to go and get a new one. I like I said am afraid of it.
More afraid of it than the Coronavirus. Less afraid of being stuck at The House That God Has Forgotten.