This place is gross, there’s just no way around it. Maybe it’s human nature or perhaps adaptation but no one seems too bothered by it. No one but me that is, a proudly self described germaphobe.
In the restroom there are two soap dispensers which ran out 2-3 days ago so people simply stopped washing their hands, ew. Fortuneately on my second day here someone gave me half a dozen bars of soap. Each morning when I wake up I take a bar, break it in half, and leave the halves on the sinks to combat the inevitable spread of disease that’s sure to afflict me. Prison is bad enough already, I don’t want to be sick too.
To give this nex part context I must first point out that literally every urinal has piss on the floor; I don’t know why or how but there is. Further, the showers spray over their thresholds soaking the entire bathroom floor thoroughly – mixing with everything. Obviously, this means it’s impossible to walk out of there with clean shoes and as such the floors throughout the unit are filthy.
Someone whose name I shall omit, someone I consider a friend was tearing away at a piece of steak (more on that another time) when it slipped out of his hands and landed on the floor. Laughing and without hesitation he picked it up, said “30 second rule”, then continued to eat it. I feel nauseous even writing about it.
The thing is, that’s normal in here. On the same day I witnessed someone cook 15 pounds of rice in a stained, and I’ll assume dirty, mop bucket before serving it out to a half dozen people. Ashamedly, myself included – I didn’t want to be disrespectful. Yuck.
Making it through,