[ih-lek-shuhn dey]: Grace Jones is the voice of the narrator. Jones starred in the 1985 James Bond movie A View To A Kill. Duran Duran had a #1 hit with the theme song to the movie that year.
The House God Has Forgotten part 75: No this is not about Donald Trump.
At approximately 16.45 on a summer day this past month, something magical happened. At the last minute of the working day, we got a copy of the monthly newsletter from the warden.
A letter that gave us exciting news about ASV.
Her meeting inmates and talking to them.
Different innocents in The House God Has Forgotten that we handled like pros.
And hidden in the middle of the whole paragraph, the fact that a certain wing of a floor will still be reserved for restriction inmates.
This is a question that everyone has been wondering the answer. “Oh by 1 September”
Then it never happens.
Then by the end of this week.
The problem we have is “Are we going to have promenade over lunch? Or?”
Oh, maybe we should give our boss a call.
It is the eternal question at The House God Has Forgotten…when on Earth will we go back to the things the way they should be in our eyes?
We do not mind having promenade (Or I should say mostly I don’t, because I have that bastard 3 times a week). That is where I work at least, but I do see the struggle from the other floors.
Finding people to go up there, a floor that wants to go back to the way things were. General chaos and dismay lines The House That God Has Forgotten.
I do not see how it is going to be finished by the end of the week. Call me the eternal writer of dismay, but I am sure most of you agree.
We have gone through this before at The House God Has Forgotten. Closing floors, adding new types of inmates (at times when other jails decide they decide they don’t want to take them anymore), changing them to restrictions, changing their minds again.
When I was in the Army we said we are “Green and flexible” like claymation from a TV show from the 1960s called Gumby.
But…what is blue and flexible? It is something I am trying to figure out.
In a job where we are supposed only to allow a certain amount of coffee and tea to inmates every morning.
Where they have to have papers filled in before a certain time.
Where food comes at the same time.
You get the point. How are we supposed to be flexible? Of course, we have inmates who have different problems, etc. But we are not the type that likes to change the rules we live by.
Is it just me…or? I would really like a lite bit of solid information.
Another thing was about how kids that sit in the jail (under 18) are going to have 4 (yes 4) hours of breaking isolation a day.
How in the hell do they expect us to accomplish this? Especially since we have sometimes up to 8 kids in the jail at the same time? That is 32 hours someone has to eat up every day trying to entertain some 17 years old with playing ping pong and watch bad movies like Paddington.
Ok, I am talking against myself because I am barnombud, but I am saying this mostly because of the stress it is going to put on my colleagues. All of the floors now will have to put up with confused inmates that are used to doing yoga (or whatever they do up there in the gym), and it will all trickle down to my colleagues that have to put up with more whiny inmates who are isolated and will add more general chaos.
Then we have Corona.
Only 3 people in 2 elevators for over 100 people.
My group wants to leave out another exit. We asked about it in the comments (There are no replies. The only time the warden replies is when it is some ass kisser that says how “informative” letters are)
We work in close quarters. At the same ports, the same little bevakningscentral, IPK and promenade but we cannot ride in the elevator together.
People have to be back to relieve others. Work promenade over lunch. Take over the floor and do 5000000 million other things that have to run like a clock.
They built The House God Has Forgotten without stairs to the 3rd floor. That was very smart. Very smart. Good thinking when you designed the building people.
At least we will know that it is time to enjoy the fall changing of the leaves or whatever (the last bit of information of the letter)
I have a personal favourite, however. “It is my worst nightmare that people meet each other at promenade” Then a few sentences below “Now I am going to enjoy a nice cup of tea”
Sometimes the most important part of informative newsletters is the last paragraph.
I learned something interesting this week. Another place in another region allows money that comes in letters go to inmates in their room so they can spend it in the kiosk. Because “It does not go through The Department of Corrections system.”
Doesn’t it though? INTIK has to go through the mail and someone has to process that the money is coming in?
I thought the whole point of not taking money was because we did not want to launder money?
It seems a little back asswards to me. It confused the inmates and makes our lives a living hell explaining to them they only get 90kr a week.
Thanks for the help of another region.
Now in the words of a literary master: I am now going to put my daughter to bed, clean the litter box, feed the cats, pop open a can of Zingo and watch Netflix until my wife comes home (if it is not too late).