Nah, today I'm going to talk about food at work.
Ever since I started here, my boss has been constantly talking about how we needed to go eat lunch at the prison because they have great hamburgers there. He was so excited about it and he mentioned it at least every other week.
Some of our investigators finished a pretty gnarly certification course so we decided we needed to take them out to lunch to celebrate their hard work in finishing this course.
Let's go to the prison for lunch!
I have to admit, I was pretty excited about this. It was different and not something that I would have ever thought about doing. Until about an hour before we left, then I started to get butterflies. Ugh. I'm going to the prison for lunch...
Just don't tell them where we work and we'll be fine, I was told. Thanks for the reassurance guys.
I calmed down when we pulled up and I saw that the cafe sat on the outside of the barbed wire fence.
It sits on the frontage road with a sign that reads, "Serving Time Cafe Open to Public". Once I saw that we didn't have to pass through any gates onto the prison property, I felt much better and my excitement at doing something new came back.
It sits outside the women's facility and, while we were there, was operated by women inmates. Cord's brother is a prison guard there and he told us that working in the shops outside of the gates is a big deal for the inmates, so they do all that they can to be allowed to do it. Meaning, these people are on their best behavior because they want to be allowed to work "outside". We do a lot of contractual work with the prison and I've had to deal with inmates before when I ordered a sign for our office door. Their manners were in full force with pleasant voices and they were just happy to help you. Except the guy I dealt with sounded just like Teddy T-Bag on the TV show Prison Break
I digress.
Once we got there I got caught up in the details. They've made it a fun little place. Well, as fun as it can be sitting just outside a barbed wire fence that is.
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| a family portrait to be proud of? |
The food was good and the place was full of guards, not watching the inmates, but actually sitting and eating lunch. And there was a lot of public there too, the place was quite crowded for a bit. Would I recomend it? Absolutely. It's a great little "greasy spoon" and the atmosphere... well, it's like no other.
I would like to add here that I didn't see a single underwear necklace (here). Tina, you have some explaining to do.
Yesterday was Kerry's birthday.
Cord has a thing for The Office.
That combination results in this:
That would be Kerry's stapler in jello.
Since I'm talking about work and prison I might as well tell you a few more random tidbits that happen to be my life now that I work here.
When getting into the backseat of an unmarked police car (to go to lunch) please make sure that the child locks are not on. If you don't check this your coworker may or may not laugh his head off and may or may not let you out.
And this after making fun of one of my Young Women who told me that she got to ride in the front seat of a police car. And after I told her, "as long as it wasn't in the backseat." Let this be a lesson, Sariah. Never in the backseat. Even if it is an unmarked car.
The FBI knows you by your first name. (But only one agent. Not the whole office, so I guess that's okay?).
When your husband sends you a text that says, "these 11 hour days suck and I still need to go home and make a bracket and do parole. blah, " you don't even blink an eye. You just simply reply, "Parole? Do you need tell me something?"
Gotta love auto correct.
