“When the sun comes up, I have morals again.” Elizabeth Taylor

Dear readers,
11-09-13
Howdy! I hope all of you are well and happy. Well…let me see…what to report? I quit my job as an ICP pushing around Santa Claus on the 31st. It really sucked cause that was a religious holiday for me, but I still had to get up before 6am to push him to pill line and then to his job at 7:30am. Ugh. I was definitely over it.

When I spoke to the counselor and told him I was quitting, he was pissed. He told me to never ask him for another job. I couldn’t say “OK” fast enough! When I got paid yesterday, I made $30 for that month. That’s only $2 more than my other job which usually only takes about 5 hours a week and I’m done by 8:30am. Plus, Santa expected me to do his laundry and clean his cell, which I paid someone else to do. (I’m a fucking Princess- I don’t do my own laundry or cleaning!) AS a result, I paid out 2 books of stamps ($7 each at compound prices), so that expense left me with a profit of only $16 for pushing Santa around every single day with no days off. Pass. Never again.
I’m hoping I can get my old job teaching the crochet class back. I started the class on this compound, and then when I went to the Hole last year, some back-stabbing ex-friend bitch took it from me, even though he already had a job and that was my only job. Well, now guess who’s in the Hole? Him. I’m gonna try to get it back, but I’ve had some “issues” with the Rat staff member who is in charge of that class, so it may be a problem.

I sent off a box of crocheted stuff this past week in the hope that my friend Pam will get off her ass and help me sell it. This is the same friend who hasn’t emailed me since Sept. 7. Wonderful. I sent a variety of hats, purses and a super-cool sweater with a skull and crossbones on it. That was the first time I tried that sweater and it really did turn out great. I’ve started another one with the leftover yarn and plan on ordering more as I can finish it.
The $500 loan I got is GONE. I blew around $1000 on books and other treats, another $100 to pay a guy for some legal work, $200 is going toward yarn, and the rest went to commissary. Yikes. I’m really anxious about paying off that loan and prior loans I’ve gotten and I am depending on my friend selling crocheted stuff to accomplish that. Wish me luck.

They recently turned a big mop closet into an extra TV room for the Mexicans-even though they aren’t watching Spanish TV in there. I used to go in there, but a couple weeks ago this muscle-bound closet-case named Chavez threw a fit cause I went in there to watch TV. He’s paranoid/delusional and acts really psycho around me cause I fucked him once. An hour and a half after that incident he promptly checked into the Hole and told everyone who would listen that it was because I was telling people what happened. I didn’t and wasn’t. He’s mental.

Anyway, after the TV room incident (over a year later), I find out and was told that there are a few Mexicans (really, most are Texans who are Latino) who don’t want me in that TV room. I was hurt…and pissed. I’ve been nothing but nice to all those guys and I don’t appreciate being treated like shit. My attitude now is FUCK THEM ALL. I was told that Chavez should be leaving this month so there’s no reason for him to act that way. FUCK THEM ALL.

Shortly after that I was really worried that I would be going to the Hole myself cause of trouble being started, and I saw the resident rat, Gallo, typing an email report to tell on someone and he called Chavez over. Typically behavior here. Plus, as I’ve spent the past 3 falls going to the hole for one reason or another, I’m especially wary. I really want to break that cycle. I keep praying to Danesha, the Hindu God who removes obstacles for help and so far so good.

Love and Blessings,
Kelly Jones