Warning: Rant.
Goddamn f***ing inmates are really starting to get on my nerves. They are so totally playing games with me and ONLY me. I feel like i'm really getting close to just saying "quit fucking with me ok!? and do the job you were told to do!" but that would likely make things worse.
The buy windows. It says in bold black print all over the buy sheets"NO add-ons at the buy windows!!!" underlined, italiced, written in THREE different places! And what the VERY first question an inmate asks when he gets to my window???? "Hey, could I add this or that, etc.??" -_-
And i have to hear this from LITERALLy every inmate that buys. I mean, hell i must have even told most of the inmates this 2 or even 3 other times! but they still ask.
Then the buys themselves. EVERY box, without fail, is missing something, or has a wrong item. 100% of the buys. all. then when I call out for it, i'm totally ignored. TOTALLY ignored. Infact, any inmate thats near me when i ask for the item, quickly walks away. and 9 out of 10 times, i just go and get it myself. Six months straight and no one learns a fucking thing!
I will not be ignored, I will not be played with, I will NOT add on at the window goddamit! and i will CERTAINLY not be threatened. Which happened before, and happened again today. Both times I had had to write up the inmate, and the last guy who threatened me, lost his commissary privelages for over a month.
Today this different inmate says he's "gonna fucking smash me". Now I don't get scared by threats, but i do get so pissed off that I can't even think straight.
Cause people who seem harmless or seem like a pushover only get the threats. He wouldn't have EVER said that to me had i been 6'2" and 190 lbs.
So i don't HEAR "i'll fucking smash you" I hear "you're a skinny, powerless, little white boy, so i think i'll fuck with you cause it's fun" When in reality, I could probably kill him if i wanted to. I do happen to know quite a few hits and moves that could put him in the goddamn emergency room.
how i woul have loved to say. "ok..you're gonna smash me?? fuck the write ups and security. There's the door, a few feet to your right. Come and smash me...motherfucker. door's open."
But then i'd get in trouble and questioned. And counciled because it was unsafe to do that. I'd never hear the end of it.
*breaths and fumes*
fucking knucklehead pieces of crap.
The buy windows. It says in bold black print all over the buy sheets"NO add-ons at the buy windows!!!" underlined, italiced, written in THREE different places! And what the VERY first question an inmate asks when he gets to my window???? "Hey, could I add this or that, etc.??" -_-
And i have to hear this from LITERALLy every inmate that buys. I mean, hell i must have even told most of the inmates this 2 or even 3 other times! but they still ask.
Then the buys themselves. EVERY box, without fail, is missing something, or has a wrong item. 100% of the buys. all. then when I call out for it, i'm totally ignored. TOTALLY ignored. Infact, any inmate thats near me when i ask for the item, quickly walks away. and 9 out of 10 times, i just go and get it myself. Six months straight and no one learns a fucking thing!
I will not be ignored, I will not be played with, I will NOT add on at the window goddamit! and i will CERTAINLY not be threatened. Which happened before, and happened again today. Both times I had had to write up the inmate, and the last guy who threatened me, lost his commissary privelages for over a month.
Today this different inmate says he's "gonna fucking smash me". Now I don't get scared by threats, but i do get so pissed off that I can't even think straight.
Cause people who seem harmless or seem like a pushover only get the threats. He wouldn't have EVER said that to me had i been 6'2" and 190 lbs.
So i don't HEAR "i'll fucking smash you" I hear "you're a skinny, powerless, little white boy, so i think i'll fuck with you cause it's fun" When in reality, I could probably kill him if i wanted to. I do happen to know quite a few hits and moves that could put him in the goddamn emergency room.
how i woul have loved to say. "ok..you're gonna smash me?? fuck the write ups and security. There's the door, a few feet to your right. Come and smash me...motherfucker. door's open."
But then i'd get in trouble and questioned. And counciled because it was unsafe to do that. I'd never hear the end of it.
*breaths and fumes*
fucking knucklehead pieces of crap.