We seem to be having a MRSA problem at Bastrop Federal Satellite Camp. Our new medical director called a Town Hall Meeting to assure us that our only 5 confirmed cases was "great". I wonder if it's only great because he doesn't live here, or if he hasn't been told there are really 6 cases. He did suggest that we might want to use spray disinfectant on the phones and other high contact areas. Apparently he did not know that our disinfectant spray bottles were removed months ago because we were using them too much. He also said that we really didn't need soap, explaining, "The soap just serves as a lubricant. It's the friction from rubbing your hands together that removes the bacteria." Yep, that's really what he said.
If you have ever been unconditionally loved by a dog, you should read The Art of Racing In the Rain by Garth Stein. It's the first person life story of Enzo, a Labrador/Airedale mix. I could not put it down.
I have a new job. I'm now the the Clerk in Maintenance I. We're responsible for electrical, plumbing, HVAC and capital improvements. I have an office, a desk, a semi-comfortable chair, air conditioning, a radio and a "state of the aren't" IBM Wheelwriter 3000 typewriter. Did I mention that I have a radio?
Someone found a sausage in the shower last week, then a pickle a few days later. I'm not going to otherwise comment on these discoveries, other than to remind you that I can't possibly make this stuff up.
Terrorism is deplorable. But is anything more terroristic and at the same time more cowardly than a drone strike?
In the almost 11 months of being here, I've finally found something I might be able to do to hopefully make a positive impact at this place. I'm teaching a class on resume writing, job interview skills and employment re-entry for inmates soon to be released. Who knows if it will be good, but we're going to give it a shot. It won't be a "Ghost Class", that's for sure.