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I am not a happy camper right now. Chambers moved me down to 2 with 39-year-old Charlotte W, and I know I’m not going to be able to stand her, even though she’s done nothing but sleep since I got here. It’s just something I sensed right away. She totally creeps me out. It was just an instant bad vibe I had about her. Mary said she eats a lot and will steal my commissary. I can believe that because the first thing out of her mouth when I entered the cell was, “When do we eat?” Then, “Do you have anything sweet?”

That was so fucking rude. I mean, she doesn’t even know me!

She’s just as creepy-looking as she is creepy. She’s got a broken jaw and is bone thin and I’m sure she’s in for drugs, judging by the way she’s been acting. She’s very spacey and disoriented. She falls asleep for a few minutes, wakes up, grabs a cracker they give us at lunch, then falls back asleep eating it. She’s filthy. Totally gross. There are crumbs everywhere. She’s coughing this gross shit all over the place, too.

Chambers put me here because Silvia’s de-seg and needs to be isolated for 15 days. She’s in 3 now. Chambers was going to move me in with Teresa and Nancy. Maybe I should’ve just had her put me in there.

I got pissed off at Chambers for a minute there. I asked her, “Since when do de-segs need to be alone? They’re in twos and threes in A Tower.”

“But they’re in with other de-segs. I think I know my job,” Chambers says in a snotty voice, and I was like – excuse me!

Then later, she went to give me a piece of tape to tape my ID in the window and I yanked it from her in frustration. She threatened to write me up if my attitude didn’t improve.

Oh, so the DOs can be in any mood they want to be, but we can’t? We can’t be in a bad mood?

Fuck that shit! And fuck every single one of these fucking mother-fucking DOs! I hate them all! I’m going to use them to my advantage while I’m here and turn them into my personal slaves. I’m going to run them ragged by making them sharpen pencils for me and all kinds of shit! I’m going to make them work for their pay, then I’m going to be a ghost when I die and come back and haunt these people!

I know she was just doing her job and I did apologize later on for taking my frustration out on her, although I don’t think I’ll ever like her again, and I told her so.

“No problem,” she said smiling, then playfully poked me on the nose.

I guess she thought I was kidding.

At the rate I’m going, a part of me wouldn’t mind if Jackson and Jill did shuffle us around. This skanky thing just makes my skin crawl! She strikes me as the type to suddenly go on some psychotic rampage because the voices in her head told her to.

I made a mistake. A very big one.

I’ve got to get out of here.

Chambers, help me!