[awl that shee wawnts]: The song is supposedly about young women in Denmark using men as “Stud Bulls” in order to get pregnant (to get welfare payments for being single mothers). Only not really. “Baby” is often used as slang for “boyfriend” (think “Baby, baby, where did our love go?”). Being a Swedish act, Ace of Base didn’t quite get the hang of using English colloquialisms in their songs. Another lyrical oddity: “catching tan.” But they didn’t care, anyway.
The House God Has Forgotten part 76: The wishing well.
So I am sitting here in the latter part of the evening; I came up with an idea. “What are the little things I would want as a corrections officer? This is the eternal question…The one thing that we sit down in our break rooms and bitch about everything and it never gets answered.
Here is my dream list of things I would like to see in The House God Has Forgotten.
- More pay.
Those of us that have been working forever get paid a LOT less (you know it is BAD when you talk to a summer worker and they make MORE money than you do!) and it sucks.
We train people that make more money and we get never more than 500 or so SEK every year extra every month. Don’t they know that most of us (like myself) have bills to pay and children to support? Most of these people that come in with more money than I do have no bills, no responsibility.
Nothing but overpriced rent and food to pay for.
So I make it to tell my boss at EVERY opportunity to pay me (it never works so do not try this). All that I want is the same (or more) than people that I work with.
All I want is to get paid decently.
- Decent coffee, fruit and milk.
PLEASE can we stop drinking that brown shit that everyone calls coffee that is at The House God Has Forgotten? It tastes like a bitter nightmare and the only way I can drink it is with a ton of milk. I think we should get milk for free is they are going to give me such disgusting coffee!
Sure we get one litre of milk every Friday (if you are lucky) divide that by 20 people and that is what you get for a whole week.
Don’t get me started about Friday! If we are supposed to have fika every Friday why is it that it is tons of old people treats or frozen cinnamon bread?
The fruit sucks! It is always a major test of the wills of your colleagues. One brave soul will “take one for the team” and eat that orange so it answers the eternal question: “Are they good to eat?” Of course, they put the largest amount of apples known to man in there that no one ever eats (well at least they are not the pears).
All that I want is some decent stuff to eat and drink in The House God Has Forgotten.
- That they have our backs.
It seems more times than not, we are not listened to by our bosses when it comes to inmates.
Look, we know this guy loves to wipe his shit on the walls and throw his food around the room and destroy his TV (which I think they are lucky to have) without paying for it.
Why do they NOT listen to us when we say that maybe this guy should not have a TV? Why is it that a guy that torments the whole House That God Has Forgotten forever never leaves, but if they are doing the same thing somewhere else?
When are they going to make it a rule that The House God Has Forgotten is a hotel with the “light always on” who will take everyones trash.
We are never listened to when we say that someone should maybe be moved to another floor, that they need to switch around a little bit because they are driving everyone a little insane and that maybe their floor is just not the “right” place to be.
All that I want is for our bosses to have our backs and listen to us.
- Respect for my job.
Ok, maybe I am not working on the floor dealing with people who I have to flip out, serve coffee and tea to with a shiny silver thermos, but I do have a purpose.
My purpose is not just to sit there and open doors for you.
I am busy doing stuff all the time. Imagine what it would be like if you were sitting here looking at this on your computer or mobile that is 10 years old?
That is what my day is like.
Every time you hold that door open with a trashcan, stand there and talk to someone, or open a door the wrong way…some alarm flashes on my screen and I have to look at you.
I can see over 100 different pictures a minute if it is busy.
I see you, I am your eyes.
Something that is overlooked often it is my colleagues you want looking at you when this shit hits the fan.
All I want is a little bit of respect for what I do (not saying you don’t deserve it too. Because you do!)
- A boss I can contact.
This gets on my nerves.
Me trying to track down my boss. It is like waiting in line at Försäkringskassan and trying to get through.
You call and they hang up the phone while it is ringing. They are at lunch and do not answer (why do you have a mobile then) or in some cases, they have new phones and have no idea what their phone number is.
Even if you make an appointment to see them, (why do I need to make an appointment?) they sometimes blow you off and forget about it.
All I want is to be able to find my boss when I need to (like when the school calls).
That is only a few things on my dream list of what I want at The House God Has Forgotten. This post could last forever if I put my mind to it. (I thought of this while I was typing).
It makes me wonder…clear decisions from our bosses, them knowing our jobs, have to plan Christmas in September, and so many other points I could lay down here on my computer.
I know what you are thinking “If you feel this way, why don’t you quit?”. Sometimes some of us have no other choice. It is just the way it is for me.
So ask yourself as you read this. “What would you want?” because I guess until we discuss it, no one will ever be able to fight the “system” that is The House God Has Forgotten.
That is all I want, to win the little battles.