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Thursday, November 5, 2015

Days 194-198 (4/4/15-4/8/15) Rule #12 "I Didn't See Anything"

Day 194 and 195 4/4/15 - 4/5/15
Another weekend to power through so I can get to Monday and hope I get out of here. We got our program time in this morning, but C and D were not so lucky, 5 minutes into the start of their program the alarm is going off. There was a fight in 501. They haul out the girls in handcuffs and resume back to normal program. Then Mala whose girlfriend Evil (who just moved in next door) is outside our window, Mala and her girlfriend are now on opposite program times so Mala is freaking out in a jealous rage. She is a total psycho and a real catch; rule #1: Don’t get a girlfriend! After she finished her crazy tirade outside our window she returns to the yard and gets into a fight. These two are going at, and as the cops get there they let them fight giving them a ton of chances to stop but they don’t so out comes the pepper spray. That puts an end to the fight and everyone’s program time. Only 30 minutes in and the yard is recalled (recall-have to go back into our rooms).

Sunday is Easter so to get in the spirit we made Easter baskets out of lunch boxes, and dyed Easter eggs using soap and Kool-aide. I was prepared to stay in all day because of the holiday, I figured we would be on first watch status (1st watch is the shift from 10pm-5am, with only one officer on duty), but I was pleasantly surprised with our 3 hours of yard time today.

Day 196 4/6/15
Monday the start of a new week, please let this be my week! I told myself I wasn’t going to think about it, but that is easier said than done. I had an appointment today, that was a nice escape but when I got back, I walked in to my roommates talking about rolling Nay Nay out of our room. (Rolling Out-you are either told to move out of the room or they pack your shit and throw it out of the room, basically you are looking for a new place to sleep) My roommates have not been getting along with her lately and the tension has been building up. I just stay out of it, because it’s too much drama. I just want to get off this yard. Jessie and Lizy decided to switch beds to make Nay Nay mad; this is only going to bring more tension to our room. We will see how this turns out.

Day 197 4/7/15
Well I am still here! Just waiting! My friend Helen from San Diego finally left today, after 17 weeks and 118 days in receiving she is finally on her way!

Day 198 4/8/15
The tension in the room finally erupted. I’ve been a little depressed lately so I’ve been really quiet and to myself just trying to patiently get through the waiting. I don’t really know all the details of what is going on except that some of my roommates were talking about Nay Nay at breakfast and she found out or overheard them. So when we all returned from breakfast she decided to call them out. The screaming match started, it was so lame I just ignored them and got my laundry ready. I am days from leaving and I don’t have time for this BS. Then it escalated from yelling at each other to getting physical. First it was Nay Nay and Lizy that fought. Then more screaming and arguing and next up were Nay Nay and Jessie started to go at it. Nay Nay is on the ground I think she blacked out for a minute, there is so much commotion going on the porters come down the hall to see what was going on. With the porters there, I got them to open the door and as soon as that door clicked open I grabbed my laundry and got out of there and I didn’t look back. They can fight it out all they want, but I want off this yard, and my priorities are getting home to my family. I’m not picking up new charges, I’m not going to be a witness (Rule #12 “I didn’t see anything”), and I am not getting a 115 because these girls cannot get along. (115-is a write-up and depending on the offense you can lose your good time credits). Smiley is still in receiving because of a big fight in her room she’s been on this yard for 10 months.


I went outside and stayed outside as long as I could. I was gone a good forty minutes before I headed back to my unit with my laundry. When I got back to my housing unit, ISU (Investigations Service Unit) was there raiding room 7 in our hall (H-Bang’s new room). The drug dogs were there, they tore that room up (mattress and all). We waited in the day room until they were done with the raid. They didn’t find anything, they talked to everyone is room 7 and then left. It is said that someone saw H-Bang crush up a Tylenol with codeine and sniff it. Someone snitched about drugs in that room and that is what brought on the raid. Once I got back to my own room the fighting was done and over with. We will see how long that will last.  

Thursday, March 12, 2015

Day 72 (12/3/14) This is Jail, not a resort"

It’s been raining the last 2 days, so we are on a rainy day schedule. Basically, no walking to the chow hall. All our meals are brought to our housing unit. For breakfast, it’s not too bad at all, you get you breakfast and go right right back to sleep. I miss the walk outside for lunch and dinner. Other than having to stay in all day, nothing else has changed. So, it’s not bad and we need the rain and it’s supposed to clear up by the weekend. 
My roommate’s lockdown is over today, thank goodness. She’s starting to drive me crazy ! At least I can go in and out of my cell and don’t have to wait for the deputy to let me out. I’m not sure if she learned her lesson, because this morning she starts in about how she never heard back on her grievance she filed on the deputy who was mean to the old lady. It’s been past the seven days they have to respond. “I’m going to file another grievance” she says. I said to her “Do you think that’s really a good idea ? You’re in jail, this is not the time or place to “fight the fight”, especially on a minor incident. This is jail, not a resort, you’re going to get “bitch” deputies and you need to learn to deal with it and accept it. They want you to engage, so they can write you up and screw you. You have to be smarter than that. I’m not saying it’s right and I don’t agree with it, but they have the power right now. If you want to do something, document it and complain after you are no longer behind these walls. You can have an easy stay or a hard stay, it’s up to you and your actions”. She actually listened and I hope I got through to her. Only time will tell. I’m leaving in a few weeks and she’ll be on her own. She controls her own destiny and how the remainder of her stay will go. 

She has decided to stay awake today and if I have to hear the story of her Mexican Pack one more time, my head might explode ! She just won’t shut up. She is on my last nerve. One of the women going up to prison told me this afternoon, “When we get on the bus, keep your roommate away from me, I can’t handle her”. I laughed and said “Don’t worry, she’s not going up to prison with us, she’s doing a local prison term here”. She said “Thank goodness, I feel for you hearing that same story over and over again “!

I just laughed and agreed. It’s usually not too bad, because she sleeps all the time, but the last two days she’s been awake with her mouth running non-stop. Driving me bonkers ! What's sucks is, this is my life now. These are the things that I worry about now. I have no life. Junior High School all over again. I don't think about what I needed to get done at work, bills, getting my kids ready for the day, what's for dinner, groceries. Real life. Just another thing I should have thought about. The guilt I feel for my Husband and kids is now my reality. You get caught up in the BS here, but when things get quiet, your mind will remind you of what you have done and left behind.