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Last weekend was not fun. Sleeping in jail is usually the hardest part about
it. It’s always either too hot or too cold, and of course, you have no control
over any of that. We can shut the lights off in our cell, but the lights in
the hallway are always on, and shining through the little window. The top bunk
is better than the bottom one for that reason, but I always let my cellmate
have it, honestly because I have a more comfortable life on the outside, so I
think he needs it more. I hope he’s not offended by that. At any rate, these
are all things that you can get used to once you figure out how to adapt. The
reason it was so bad on Friday and Saturday nights is because we had a group
of disharmonious newbies. It takes a certain type of personality to be suited
to intermittent jail, or to fulltime prison instead, and determining which is
something that I don’t, and never will, comprehend. Either the judges meant to
make these assessments made mistakes, or there were variables beyond their
control. Knowing where precisely to place each guest is probably impossible to
get right, and certainly not every single time. I don’t think that each of
these guys was bad on their own, but they just didn’t fit with each other, or
anyone else. We were all particularly grumpy and anxious, and no one was
happy. Again, I think that it would have been fine if the new guys had been
scheduled for a different part of the week, or if someone else had been moved
to it. I don’t know. There’s no way to know. It’s just something that
happens, so you can add it to the list of reasons to not do something
that will ultimately get you sent to jail, in case your pros and cons chart
isn’t as uneven as it ought to be. All cons, all the way. That’s the way I see
it anyway. I suppose if you’re otherwise unhoused, it might be your best
option, but that’s a whole systemic issue that I think can—and should—be
solved in a myriad of other ways. Well, that’s what made sleeping so much
harder last weekend, but it wasn’t the only thing. I thought that I was going
to be able to make up for it on Sunday night, but it didn’t work out that way.
The fire alarms went off throughout the whole building at around 02:15 in
the morning, forcing us all to go outside, and stand in our designated area
for almost an hour before we received the all clear. They won’t tell us
exactly what happened, but they promised that no one was hurt, and the damage
didn’t spread. This means that there was a fire, though, instead of
just a faulty alarm system, or a prank. So I guess I can’t be mad that they
woke me up, and kept me up. I had to push my work hours back today, but I got
everything done, and at least it didn’t happen on a Friday, which would have
screwed up my jail schedule. Here’s hoping that I’m not accidentally
foreshadowing the future.
