[ahy lahyk it]: The song flips elements of Pete Rodriguez’ 1967 boogaloo hit “I Like It Like That,” which was covered by Tito Nieves and the Blackout All-Stars in the mid-’90s. Rodriguez is a Bronx native, like Cardi.
The House That God Has Forgotten Part 66: It’s Been A Long Time…
Someone asked me today as I was walking out of the locker room on the way home if I was happy where I am working in the jail.
My answer was: “What do you think?”
Then as we walked to the door she got distracted by someone else and we said goodbye.
The only thing I can know of the conversation was “In your blog”
I feel like a bad blog writer. I know it has been forever since I have written here. Netflix has taken over my time instead of being here. It is easier when you are tired to sit in front of the television and forget all the things that get harder to think about.
Plus my love affair with writing is a long on and off love affair. I should be more disciplined and work harder at writing… but I could never get that book finished I dreamed about writing or being a decent blogger because I lack…discipline.
I then started on the way home thing about things. I really hate filling my car up with gas. I have no idea why, but at the gas station, I was miserable. It takes no more than 5 minutes of my time, but I hate it. And when I am finished filling up I tap the nozzle on the outer rim of the gas tank like a guy does when he is standing up to take a piss.
I hate when I work my ass of cooking dinner and I am the only one that likes it.
And at work…well…what can I say. There are always a few things on my mind.
I remember reading that we were not allowed to have softshell jackets on during the summer…myself that freezes all the time does not think this is so fun so leaves this rule behind in the dust.
I got caught in the act by the warden.
“Are you cold Calandra?”
“Yes, I am.”
Then I end up chasing her down the hallway to blame it on my thyroid problems.
Now I signed my up for overtime on Friday and think of how with the jacket…my Star of David tattoo on my wrist is going to be a smashing success with all the inmates. I will have a hellish day. But..I should stand up for what I put permanently on my body.
I like how I read in the last mail how (I think inmates) got ice cream! That makes my heart smile that every sommer summer inmates get ice cream and we are like in extreme dislike while we are forced to do it. Watching men licking on popsicles like little boys up ad down the corridors.
The image makes me cringe inside. There is no other place than The House That God Has Forgotten that would be proud of its employees being forced to hand out ice cream to hardened criminals.
The boss that was put under trial got off on a pretty light punishment. People were tired of talking about so the discussion was limited.
We received criticism from the JO which was no surprise. I was not amazed or in “shock” over it. Even the tours I would watch in the cameras or the “look how great we are” would never get passed them. I don’t know…all hell is going to break loose if you let independent people ask questions.
People that work at The House That God Has Forgotten are generally not quiet when asked questions (thank God). I think if you are silent, you should be shot by your colleagues because you do not fit in the work environment. Everyone here has SOMETHING to complain about it.
Be it the coffee that tastes like shit (I love coffee but refuse to drink it and bring my own from home in my travel mug).
The fact that there is always that one person that annoys the living shit out us.
I have learned that I have a hard time shutting my mouth. That I say fucked up things and am sick paranoid over it. I can say something and then in the next second think: “Oh that wasn’t so smart to say”
I think of those pictures on the wall. People I know like lite celebrities (That will, for the most part, disappear before I do) at the moment that looks at me as I walk in to work. Their bodies in strange positions. Hold their arms up. Looking up in the air., or even holding a notepad or a piece of paper.
“Here we do not tolerate discrimination!”
But we do tolerate it. We allow employees that have worked at The House That God Has Forgotten since the beginning to get paid less than a 19-year-old out of high school.
We allow that gang of people who are “tough” to be controlling over the weaker.
We change guard lists.
We are real shit heads, but we are human after all.
They list everything on that wall. Gender, sexuality, background, etc. And we have a whole variety of people that stand up on the wall.
I just by and look at the pictures of people. I find it interesting that they volunteered, and that they seem to have the most interesting poses. Unnatural. Odd. Belts that hold batons without batons. People put on their nametags.
I want to be the person who got to pose people. I would say “Look like you are handing out Ice Cream to an inmate”
“Look like you have a guy in OBS that is running naked and spitting at you!”
“Pretend you are forced to go to the gym and watch a whole floor play volleyball badly!”
“Look like you work 11-hour shifts 5 days in a row!”
“Pretend you have to work at promenade today and everyone is taking forever!”
“Have the look on your face when someone asks the same questions over and over again!”
“Nah…just think about the ice cream!”