What Gives?? We'll See...

Written on March 2, 2011,

   Still no passes for A & E Staffing and I'm starting to lose my patience. It's not the time that's bothering me; it's not knowing when it's going to be. They give you this projected time frame of 7-8 weeks, but I'm in my 11^th week now! What gives?? I don't want to write my staffing agent, or worker, or whatever you want to call them, for fear that she might see me as impatient as well and staff me into some program that I don't need. So I'll just keep on praying and hoping for that time to come soon. Someone else in my unit has the same staffing agent and is getting staffed today, so that gives me some hope. At the same time though, I haven't seen a single inmate get staffed at lower than a medium classification yet. That was originally one of my number one hopes. My attorney in this case even told me that with my criminal history and the nature of my crime and its low felony classification, there should be no reason why I would be classified over a minimum risk. We'll see, I guess...

  No new mail today. I guess I'll write a letter home and read some more. I need to get these blogs sent out, too.

Until tomorrow...

~J. Doe

Numbing Classificaton

Written on Friday, February 11, 2011...

  Today I was hoping for something to happen in regards to my staffing but my cellmate was the lucky one.  His staffing agent apologized for it taking so long to get him in.  I guess it was pretty much a straight forward process.  She staffed him as Medium security and had him choose three prisons he'd like to go to.  He chose Racine Correction Institution, Jackson Correction Institution or Redgranite Correction Institution, in that order.  They can't promise you placement anywhere particular, it depends on when a spot opens up.

  God, I hope I get minimum classification.

  At 5:30 PM we did count as usual and then the Sgt. came to the door with a bottle of pink stuff.  The nurse instructed me to swish it in my mouth for this cut I got on my gums that was incredibly sore.  Once I spit it out and rinsed the measuring cup out, I give it back to the Sgt.  The pink stuff tasted like cough syrup with novacaine in it.  It numbed my mouth so much.  I have to do this five times a day now for a while, at least until the pain goes away.

  My cellmate and I played Rummy from 5:30 PM until after 9:00 PM count.  Then, we both lay decided to down for the night.  Just after I started reading I remembered I had to write this and get my Valentine's cards in the mail.  After I sent those out I laid down to read for a bit....

  Until tomorrow....

~J. Doe