“What are you doing?” my boss asked me at approximately 0900 hours this morning.
I was in the prison gymnasium with a bunch of inmates who were watching a movie on the big screen. My assignment: make sure that each prisoner took one soda.
I answered, “Eating popcorn.”
“There are surveillance cameras in here.”
Well I’ll be damned! Never mind whatever extra-curricular activities might be going on now that the lights were turned down, zoom in on the convict-teacher eating popcorn for breakfast.
My boss had a valid point; The Inmate Benefit Fund paid for the rights to show the movie, paid for the nachos & cheese, popcorn, and Faygo pop, and for the low low ticket price of five bucks a convict could escape his predicament as well as eat some munchies.
Maybe I needed to leave.
“Get out of here with that,” my boss said.
“Okie-doke. No problem,” I said.
I don’t like action-packed movies anyway. Too many car chases. Too many bullets flying. Too many explosions. The name of the movie? “Armour.” One of my peers told me how it ends. “The good guy wins,” he said.
I knew not to stick around. A disappointed audience, especially of this caliber, is capable of doing just about anything.
7 comments:
God forbid you should have some popcorn you didn't earn. Maybe the appliance salesman can get you a deal on some employee club ribs, half off. It is still one hundred percent profit for him. How typical that something insignificant like popcorn is high on the priority list. If you asked me, which nobody did, you have earned a hell of a lot more than popcorn. You should have taken some nachos and a soda pop or two. Did the straw boss have some snacks? He was probably full, after eating the midgets' cookies. Don't worry, she has plenty of cookies for the straw boss, the Nazis and the appliance salesperson to all share. Merry Christmas W.W.
Yep, focus on the one person who's trying to actually make a difference instead of the other, more disturbed souls in the room. You were the easy target, they would have required work!
Merry Christmas to you and yours.
Okay, now I know what the popcorn reference was about...haha! And I'm just going to repeat what everybody else has already said. You're worth way more than popcorn. Damn. That is petty. Couldn't they have at least left you alone with some popcorn as a Christmas bonus?
Oh, well. Merry Christmas, JR. I hope you have some time off from that crazy place. And I wish you many good things for the coming year. It has been awesome to read your stories and posts.
I wonder if high octane entertainment is a good pallitive for the inmate soul.
Hurray for the holidays! The snitch-kites are flying regarding how a convict-teacher stole from the IBF.
Julie, I will be working over the X-Mas/New Year's break.
Charles, I did get to watch the movie later in the afternoon. Some of the inmates walked out on it because the good guy, aka "the snitch," got rewarded in the end. It was the perfect movie for the not-so-perfect audience.
Dan, Wow! You've picked up the prison culture relatively quick.
Merry X-Max everyone!
Lets see your union get you out of this fine mess you have made for yourself. Love the snitch kites calling you a thief for having some popcorn. If Hackell shows up at your office don't run just turn around and put your hands behind your back.
Your boss is the bestest friend an inmate could ever have. I read it on a snitch kite or 100 prior to my parole. And that appliance salesman is a great example of everything not to be in the workplace.
I am still trying to decide if I ever benefitted from knowing the straw boss. So far, no. But there is hope.
And when the IBF kicks in on the DTE, water and cable bills I'm all for them having a temporary escape from the reality that their victims are real, alive, (in some cases) and not so well. Well, not really, but you get my point.
W.W. glad to see I can still count on you to keep JR out of line.
Always Me,
Library Lady
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