I already know I won't be able to sleep tonight. I've spent my hangxiety-ridden Sunday doing absolutely nothing, watching the minutes go by before I need to go to bed and spend another 5 days at work. I make $20 an hour scheduling medical appointments for inmates in a prison, in a tiny office with no natural light. At this point I might as well be an inmate myself.
Everyday I just get bitched at over the phone for things that aren't my fault for 9 hours straight. It's an utterly thankless job, and I feel myself deteriorating by the day. I do the bare minimum, and everyone knows it, but I don't care anymore. I'm starving on my current wage.
Last week a guy had a pot of boiling water thrown on him by his cell mate, another guy was scalped (yep), and someone decided to swallow 15 razorblades and 6 batteries. I've heard some pretty gut-wrenching noises through those office walls. I feel like I'm going insane.
I cant believe I've been here for almost a year of my life. At least I have some crazy stories to tell. I need to get out of here before it's too late.