Have I mentioned that I share the label "inmate" with some real idiots? Yes? Well, here's one more anecdote to defend my statement.
I was in one of our hallways playing guitar, practicing for a possible talent show for the staff, when a sergeant came rampaging down the hallway. He and two other officers entered a three-dorm pod and shortly thereafter we entered lockdown. The whole unit was locked in their cells all night and I thought we would stay that way for a couple of days, but this morning all was back to normal. Almost.
It turns out that the sergeant had found a hacksaw blade in someone's cell. Why the guy had it I have no clue. This unit is too sedate to need a weapon and I can't think of anything else to be made with a hacksaw. I thought we would be back on lockdown at lunchtime because the maintenance records showed fifteen blades missing. Goodness!
Of course, I'm surrounded by idiot inmates and the records had been messed up by one of the maintenance workers. Blades are some of the most sensitive items in the department, for good reason, and the care of them was like that of the stepmother toward Cinderella: just forget about it.
Seemingly small mistakes can have far-reaching impact around here. I am often lambasted by other inmates for taking my job seriously, but they don't realize that a few slip-ups can ruin the library for everyone. I know inmates aren't generally thought of as bright individuals, but I wish at least common sense was a little more... well, common.
*From "How Stuff Works.com"
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