...I hope you realize the delicacy of some of the information detailed within, but I thought it... time, perhaps, that you were aware there were other inmates who were frustrated with Herr Grey as well. That was not the first time wherein I offered my assistance and was... rebuffed, to put it mildly.
And for the record, my warden was given this discussion, confronted Herr Grey, and forbid him from talking to me henceforth, offering himself as liason for any important communication. This was shortly before he disappeared but I have no doubt Herr Archer would have been very firm in enforcing such a boundary on my behalf.
[A pause as he reins himself in to keep from ranting. Be. Professional. (Sung to the tune of Don't Be Suspicious)]
This is exactly, exactly why I want an office like this, people whose focus this is. What would an unassigned inmate be able to do, you know? You had Archer, and I'm glad, but how is anyone without a dedicated warden going to deal with-- Anyway.
[NOT ranting, not ranting. An audible exhalation.]
...Thank you. For sharing this with me. I knew I couldn't be the only one, not that I wanted him to have been an unrepentant asshole so far up between his own butt cheeks that he's an inch from folding in on himself to multiple people, but I knew it couldn't just be me.
No, and I thought perhaps a show of solidarity might be in order.
[ Slightly wry. ]
And he was not the only warden to engage in such... unhelpful messaging lacking in compassion. I had a rather startling experience on my first day here, fresh from being shot to death in my own home. I'll save that for another day, I think, as that warden is still here and that would feel just a touch self-serving. But I was hardly assigned at that point, and so you can see I understand that feeling.
As well as the feeling that airing such a grievance could only see me, the inmate, put in a worse situation. The feelings of helplessness and frustration and the temptation to believe that those supposed 'helpmates' who were to see me redeemed were merely professionals at a new set of rules placed upon me by a society uninterested in my own fulfillment.
I intend to support your venture, if asked. Though I would make some suggestions in implementation, if you're willing to listen to them.
I am. I'm doing this for us-- [A pause as he mentally corrects himself.] For inmates. The wardens might be the ones I have to wrestle into listening, but the inmates are the ones I'm focused on.
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...I hope you realize the delicacy of some of the information detailed within, but I thought it... time, perhaps, that you were aware there were other inmates who were frustrated with Herr Grey as well. That was not the first time wherein I offered my assistance and was... rebuffed, to put it mildly.
And for the record, my warden was given this discussion, confronted Herr Grey, and forbid him from talking to me henceforth, offering himself as liason for any important communication. This was shortly before he disappeared but I have no doubt Herr Archer would have been very firm in enforcing such a boundary on my behalf.
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God I hate that man so fucking much.
[A pause as he reins himself in to keep from ranting. Be. Professional.
(Sung to the tune of Don't Be Suspicious)]This is exactly, exactly why I want an office like this, people whose focus this is. What would an unassigned inmate be able to do, you know? You had Archer, and I'm glad, but how is anyone without a dedicated warden going to deal with-- Anyway.
[NOT ranting, not ranting. An audible exhalation.]
...Thank you. For sharing this with me. I knew I couldn't be the only one, not that I wanted him to have been an unrepentant asshole so far up between his own butt cheeks that he's an inch from folding in on himself to multiple people, but I knew it couldn't just be me.
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[ Slightly wry. ]
And he was not the only warden to engage in such... unhelpful messaging lacking in compassion. I had a rather startling experience on my first day here, fresh from being shot to death in my own home. I'll save that for another day, I think, as that warden is still here and that would feel just a touch self-serving. But I was hardly assigned at that point, and so you can see I understand that feeling.
As well as the feeling that airing such a grievance could only see me, the inmate, put in a worse situation. The feelings of helplessness and frustration and the temptation to believe that those supposed 'helpmates' who were to see me redeemed were merely professionals at a new set of rules placed upon me by a society uninterested in my own fulfillment.
I intend to support your venture, if asked. Though I would make some suggestions in implementation, if you're willing to listen to them.
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