After a lot of back and forth....I got my cell phone back...it is interesting to me how addicted I am to my phone and how disconnected I feel without it.
Charm doesn't work at the CCC. Its a whole new set of rules. I have always gotten by with wit, charm and manners...those paradigms no longer apply. What does apply is grit, determination and a willingness to accept rudeness and condescension...
There is this one guard. A large black woman who spends a lot of time on her hair and nails. She doesn't move from her post (at least when I was there) and reminds me of Mama from the 70's show, That's My Mama....yet more imperious. However, despite the outward signs of ill-manners, she has a fantastic memory and seems to be really pretty nice. She helped me get my phone and remembered later to ask me if I got it. Little things mean a lot at this time...
As an aside, this whole experience has been grossly humbling, laborious and frustrating and vaguely and sometimes outwardly humorous. Yet, I am grateful that this is ALL I have to go through. I am thankful that I didn't kill anyone. I am hopeful that I have taken my last drink. I realize that I am growing on a daily basis. I am grateful for the realization of who my true friends are. I am blessed with my family - my brothers and sister-in-law. My sponsor and my support group are ROCKS of support for me.
The remainder of the day was busy. I got a couple of new clients. Worked on some other matters. Good day.
At night I went to Group Therapy at the Morton Center. Again, another foundation of support for me. I really enjoy my group and feel very much at home there - free to express what's going on and I hope I help some people with my candor...who knows, maybe (and probably) I piss them off with it all.
After group I got back to CCC and found that they were on lockdown. Stupid-asses got caught smoking in the boys room...I don't smoke and I get to go out -- so I don't understand what the big issue is with not smoking...again, a learning experience for me.
There are a lot of career jail-birds. While the guys there are really pretty cool, I am shocked/surprised by the number of times many of them have been in jail and their seeming acceptance of their lot in life.
This is a really unique experience for me. I don't think I ever would have had the chance to experience this side of life.
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