Correctional officers are called, on a daily basis, everything but a child of god.
People who are incarcerated don't like being told what to do. When you look at it from their perspective, it's understandable.
It's hard for many of them to go from almost total freedom to satisfy their id, to a situation where someone, acting as a representative of "the man," is telling them to stop walking on the top tier of the housing unit, or to keep their shirt on while they're out in the dayroom.
It makes some people a bit tense until they settle into the flow of things.
Some people never settle.
Those are the people who end up locked down for the majority of their stay in our fine institution.
For those people, a few words:
While I may indeed be an "asshole," I am the asshole who is telling you the way it's going to be.
I'm the asshole who is going home tonight to my sleeping family, a microwaved hot pocket, possibly some hetero sex and maybe a hot shower.
You are the asshole who is going to stay in this room until the morning shift decides to let you out. You're the asshole who is unable to make a phone call whenever you want. You're the asshole who can't enjoy Taco Bell's new breakfast menu.
Just so we're clear.
Friday, May 18, 2007