Day Two
About 9:00 in the morning, two guards came to my cell and took me to the that bitch Kelley’s office. The time for my hearing had come.
“Well, Inmate Johannsen," Kelly said as I was escorted in chains into her office. “remember me? Your theft of that priceless lithograph was inexcusable…you should have definitely gotten more time."
I just glared at her. “Stand at attention when you’re in my presence!" she snapped." Let’s get down to business. That fight with you boyfriend in the visiting room….one strike!"
“The bastard ratted me out. Plus it wasn’t even violent!" I protested.
“You through the Coke you were drinking in his face. The ice could have blinded him girl! ½ strike more for questioning me!" She said….how chicken-shit! There went my medium security status, and a chance for a decent job and haircut!
“C.O. Ambrose told me what you and inmate McManus did to her when she was an inmate here! If you did that in society, you could get a life sentence! In here….Strike 2 ½ !" Kelly said. Damn, I thought Shelly would be too embarrassed to talk about that!
“Inmate #872431, Johannsen, B, for accumulating 2 ½ strikes, you are hereby classified as close security status . Your work assignment shall be hard labor in the license plate factory for a 12-hour period each day, and you shall be housed in “X dorm", the most restrictive housing here short of maximum security . Said classification and assignment shall be for a minimum of one full year….but probably longer. Take her away!"
