How could dear, sweet, little, ol' me have come to such a fate? Well a paycheck my friends will make many us reassess the merits of going to the joint. Many things are not so bad about this new job. I am downtown, the building is much more secure than any north county library, and my phone rarely rings. Okay, that might have something to do with my phone being a little broken, but they are going to fix it soon. I have a very large office, which echoes like a cave. And honestly everyone is being very nice to me. Who knew you would meet so many nice people in the clink?
I do get frisked every time I go to my office because I work in a secured part of the building. I am being checked to make sure I a not taking inside anything I shouldn't. No gum, cell phones, or scissors for me. Try opening a sealed box without a sharp implement sometime and you will get my situation. I am also learning all types of new terminology: contraband, boats, pods, commissary, and sally port have become a part of my everyday lingo.
My life has changed in so many ways in such a short period of time. Part of me is a little shocked by the changes, but I will adjust to my new normal. The new normal includes coming home and sitting down to dinner with my wife more often. Actually, sometimes I even get to walk a block down and meet her for lunch. We actually talk about things we will do together when we get home. In the end I think the extra time is worth spending my days in the crowbar hotel.