Love, Justine

3/31/24

Easter Sunday

10am

I talked to the boys–Henry now has an ear infection, and is still coughing terrible. They got their Easter baskets though, so they’re happy. They don’t have any electricity, for reasons unknown. I also called Motorcycle–he’s tired because he can’t take any of his supplements in preparation for surgery. His surgery for his sinuses is April 4th. I hope it goes okay. I’m sad I won’t be there to take care of him. 

I’m worried about these new charges, Daisy got really bad news about her new charges. Burgundy, however, seems to think she’s going home soon.

Who the hell knows.

I’m reading, “The True American” by Anand Giridharadas. I wish my radio would come. I wish a lot of things. Like that I didn’t have to be here for another fucking holiday. 

11am

OMG. 

The freaking CO is sleeping at the desk with her head back and her mouth open. Everyone’s making jokes about throwing things into her open mouth from the top tier. 

Earlier, it was my phone time at 9:45am, and all of the phones were full, so I said, “Phone check,” which is what we’re supposed to do. Then, the fucking bitch CO starts freaking out: “IF IT’S NOT YOUR FUCKING PHONE TIME, GETOFFTHEFUCKINGPHONE!!!” 

Everyone on the phone turns to look at me. 

Great.

Thank you, CO.

Now I’m going to get punched in the face for wanting to call my kids on Easter Sunday.

Thanks a lot.

I fucking hate this place.

5:30pm 

Things just get worse. Burgundy called me a racist tonight. I’m reading this book, “The True American,” about this racist guy who shoots three people he thinks are Arabic after 9/11, and so Daisy and I are subsequently discussing racism. I’m telling her we have neo-Nazi rallies in my county, and how awful they are, and Burgundy pipes up with her unsolicited response, snapping, “Oh, I’m sure you go to those!” I, taken aback, say that the only reason I would be caught dead at one of those would be to cover it for the newspaper. 

I ask Daisy afterwards if she was calling me a racist. She thinks so too. And earlier Burgundy was telling me how “people are talking” about the phone thing, and how it wasn’t my time yet. Um, yes it was, I say. It was 9:45am. I wouldn’t have said anything if it wasn’t, duh. She dismissed me with, “I don’t know, cuz I wasn’t there,” obviously siding with “the people talking.”

What an asshole.

I fucking hate this place.

And she seems to be friends with everybody! How is that when she’s such a jerk?? Oh, yeah–because they’re all taking her pills.

Fuck.

7pm

Burgundy invited me to the bathroom to interview a “kingpin.” I said no. The bathroom is where people get hurt. 

No thank you.

I’ll pass.