[see uhv luhv]: Former Led Zeppelin lead singer Robert Plant formed the group in 1981 to satisfy his long-time goal in having a rock band with a heavy rhythm and blues basis.
The House God Has Forgotten part 81: Don’t ever forget you are the best.
It’s that wave of the bearded guy hopping on his Harley after an eleven-hour shift. Me walking away and hearing the rumble of the engine and knowing he is on his way home in the darkness.
I watch him all day running up and down a busy day. Handing out breakfast, lunch and dinner. The conversations about his motorcycle…
“When do you stop riding?” I ask with a great deal of curiosity.
I do not ask to chit chat in the elevator to pass the time.
I want to know. I care.
It’s all about that person you have fought with under stress. The busy working and my busy working and we just do not see what the other is doing.
They are busy dealing with a pain in the ass inmate and am tired of him.
I sit there and do not know why I am answering all of his calls. Then they pick up the phone and tell me:
“We need a break from him. He is making us crazy!”
And I answer back that I am glad to help. It is what we do.
We care about each other.
It is that person that you think hates you. That you have spent the past six months fighting with each other. Then you learn to know them better, and you are honoured to call them your friend.
You fight in the trenches and you know that this person has your back.
You watch them come back into the jail as a police officer now, and you realize how much you miss them.
It’s about that VB that yelled at you that one summer because you opened all of the fire windows at one time. Everything was chaos and they wanted to kill you!
Then you grow closer…you remember all the times that first summer you went through a nightmare together.
New jail. New people and craziness running rampant and you worked through it together.
You became friends and you sit back and remember those days as memories you know you will only have once in your lifetime, and you shared it with them.
It was special. You owned it.
It is about sitting up there at the promenade. Freezing your ass off. Hands ice cold as you click buttons all morning.
You put on your warmest boots for that day…you wear so many clothes.
Ice cold you are.
And you look around and see people in short sleeve shirts.
You, later on, stand by the elevator talking to that guy that has a really big heart, but sometimes in his silence people do not know about it.
“One floor it is freezing, the next is warm”
You nod your head because you know what they are talking about.
It has always been that way. Bad air. Cold. Hot.
You work through it all.
Fleece one second. The next short-sleeved.
It’s that woman who has worked for God knows how many years, but still keeps on going on and on.
Just keep on moving forward.
They remember when you get a new job, change floors, or have a birthday and they always give you that little thing and give everyone credit.
You sit there with them and they tell you how much you have changed over the years, and they like the difference.
They are honest. They stand up for you when you need it.
It is that person that you did not speak to before.
You could spend hours sit hours next to them and never say a word. And now you learn how they light up a room and have an infectious laugh.
They introduce you to new people that you grow to call your friends too.
And you have inside jokes, nicknames and can spend the day talking.
“I would never survive this weekend if you were not here…” you can both say to each other.
It’s that person that you have known for years. You have watched them have the same job as you, and then rise the ranks to even be your boss once upon a time.
They have a razor-sharp wit. They love to debate, and will always say what is on their mind.
Even if sometimes you do not agree. You still respect them.
No matter how much you know you are right ninety-nine per cent of the time…*smile*
It is about that floor you will never understand. The place that has things like breaking four hours of isolation, spending more time with inmates and sometimes taking a little too long of time sending up inmates to promenade.
We forget that it is not easy waking up a teenager and getting them out of bed (I know this because I have two in my family).
It’s about that woman who usually is right. They say what is on their mind, and are not afraid of it.
They always have their colleagues back and are always there to assure them of what is right and wrong.
Nothing can beat them down, even if they try. She is strong. Stands up for what she believes in is right and wants to do the right thing for the people they work with.
It’s about the little surprises that you get. That one person that you never knew was as good as what they do until you saw them become a leader.
They are like a warm blanket because you know that they will be there and never let you down.
They are professional. Keen on completing things, and are always there to laugh along with you when you lose all of the words in your mouth as you do a blast on the radio after an alarm.
It is that person you do not see so much anymore. They pop in for a weekend and you are glad to see them. So calm like a leaf dropping from a tree during a light wind.
They can do anything they put their mind to.
You have watched them fall in love in these hallowed halls. You have watched them build a family. You have seen them do everything and anything. But you will always remember those nights you spent together. Thirteen-hour shifts under the florescent lights.
Getting to know each other and listening to the radio wondering…
“How on Earth do they know the words to all of these songs?”
It is about that new girl. In the elevator after a long day of work. You look at her colleague.
“Don’t you work on this floor?”
“Yes. I have for quite a while.”
“Did you switch the flags over? It was your floor we were waiting for.”
The girl looks nervous and shyly admits:
“Don’t worry…I’ll fixes it” as you push the button in the elevator.
It’s what you do.
It’s what you have seen.
You have watched so many beautiful people come and go. Stay behind, and eventually, you get to know.
As I walk down the tunnel into the shopping centre after a long weekend shift, I see the girl at the bakery cleaning out the oven. I see the skateboards against the way of the sandwich shop and music is playing in my ears.
No matter how good or bad it is. This is MY The House God Has Forgotten.
And it is never you that fails me. You are there in the trenches with me. That glimmer in the eye I get from you as you read what I write and understand what I think, and what I “say”.
This is my love letter to you, my friends. You are much more than people that wear blue uniforms to me.
Give a “thumbs up” to your colleagues…show them some love.
1 kap. Yttrandefriheten enligt denna grundlag
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1 § Var och en är gentemot det allmänna tillförsäkrad rätt enligt denna grundlag att i ljudradio, tv och vissa liknande överföringar, offentliga uppspelningar ur en databas samt filmer, videogram, ljudupptagningar och andra tekniska upptagningar offentligen uttrycka tankar, åsikter och känslor och i övrigt lämna uppgifter i vilket ämne som helst.
Yttrandefriheten enligt denna grundlag har till ändamål att säkra ett fritt meningsutbyte, en fri och allsidig upplysning och ett fritt konstnärligt skapande. I den får inga andra begränsningar göras än de som följer av denna grundlag. Lag (2018:1802).