(no subject)
I can't help but notice there is no outcry when a warden begins slurring drunkenly in her journal. Spare me the excuses; there is no reason why you can't celebrate New Year's Eve with some hint of propriety.
Please, enlighten me. What exactly are your limits, wardens? Have you any standards at all for the behavior of authority figures?
Furthermore, it has come to my attention that, whilst many of the inmates slave away in both the infirmary and kitchen, some lounge like Caesars. Why must some of us earn our keep whilst others reap the benefits of this place without effort?
[Private]
My altercation with Miss Guevera has left me with a limp resulting from a bruise the size of a grapefruit. I think, however, that reporting the incident would not be in my best interest. It might raise particularly uncomfortable questions regarding my foray into her memories - T'Pol would be less than pleased to find out that I'm able to do such a thing. It hardly constitutes a harmful act, but I am not a fool.
There remain but eight days until I am able to continue with my plans. No one has questioned my sudden model behavior, nor the strange odors emanating from my room, which brings me to question how observant the wardens here truly are. Their lack of attention to detail, combined with acts of public intoxication, sexual relations with inmates, lack of concern for their charges, and acts of violence lend only to the notion that they are hapless and unsuited to a position of power.
I have every intention of fulfilling my plan. I can not forgive them for keeping me from her.
Please, enlighten me. What exactly are your limits, wardens? Have you any standards at all for the behavior of authority figures?
Furthermore, it has come to my attention that, whilst many of the inmates slave away in both the infirmary and kitchen, some lounge like Caesars. Why must some of us earn our keep whilst others reap the benefits of this place without effort?
[Private]
My altercation with Miss Guevera has left me with a limp resulting from a bruise the size of a grapefruit. I think, however, that reporting the incident would not be in my best interest. It might raise particularly uncomfortable questions regarding my foray into her memories - T'Pol would be less than pleased to find out that I'm able to do such a thing. It hardly constitutes a harmful act, but I am not a fool.
There remain but eight days until I am able to continue with my plans. No one has questioned my sudden model behavior, nor the strange odors emanating from my room, which brings me to question how observant the wardens here truly are. Their lack of attention to detail, combined with acts of public intoxication, sexual relations with inmates, lack of concern for their charges, and acts of violence lend only to the notion that they are hapless and unsuited to a position of power.
I have every intention of fulfilling my plan. I can not forgive them for keeping me from her.