So, it is only 2:00 PM and John, Terry, Efren and Terrell and I came home early. Our boss had to deal with a lot of inmate grievances that were filed so he is busy with paperwork.
My morning was filled with dealing with other inmate work crews who have decided to take aim at our work crew. Being that I am the lead clerk, I have become a main target of theirs. Fortunately, I can play that game much better than any of those guys. All it takes is a little bit of aggressive observation. The other work crew believes that I have too much influence and pull, to get things done. The other inmate crews also consist primarily of skin heads and so, the color of my skin, and the fact that I am gay, really boils their blood. On top of that, we have a really good crew.
In any case, they have decided to pull proverbial punches whenever possible. We continue to hear some pointed, backhanded comments, but today, I guess I was feeling a bit feisty. John could see the wheels spinning in my head because there was a mischievous look on my face.Believe it or not, some people here are genuinely afraid of confrontation. I, on the other hand, am not and so I decided to confront these particular individuals. I went to them alone, and as I casually put them in check verbally, I could tell that they were totally caught off guard. They immediately began to back pedal; they knew they were busted. I did not stick around to listen but instead, turned on my heels and walked away. My physical composure was stoic, but inside, I was a bundle of firing nerves. With that, I decided to come ‘home’ and my partners, decided to do the same.