June 2009

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TUE.23: 18h MMLib It’s been too long since the last time I posted to this but the most frightening aspect is that the insanity of the shelter has become so common-place that nothing seemed worth posting… Until this morning…
To begin with, Rey is gone. The last bastion of sanity in the room. Geo. got shoved out, I can’t recall who was in 16 but that’s gone to the nuts (I’ll have to post about the “MFing Jew-ass fagt” statement made by Gregory Price) and so too has Rey’s place. I hardly get any sleep as it is and I’m finding ways to stay out of there until later at night… something I didn’t do before. Right now I’m burning with fatigue…
This morning, I woke at about 5h05 and as I was getting things together for the morning routine before rushing off to work, some shaved-headed guy comes into the room, taps me on the shoulder and asks if I know where there are any empty beds. I sent him to the second floor. Why? I still don’t know. But I wanted him OUT of the room! (5W-101). He leaves, I go to the loo and as I’m sitting there I hear, in the hall “You’re dead!” repeated a couple of times. Next thing I know, a guy from the room at the end of the hall is in the toilet room with blood dripping from his head, all over the sink and floor! How charming! By this time it’s about 5h25 or so. From as I hear it, somebody came into his room (a double, I think) and tried to take something from his locker. Next thing you know he’s being bashed in the head with a lock. There are those who think in those terms: putting a lock in a sock and hitting somebody in the head with it. Well… This morning, it happened… I’ll have to see what exactly happened when I get back there.
So I take my shower to get the hell out as quickly as possible and as I return to the room, Michael Bailey, th enew 17 (Rey’s bed) has the radio playing! 5h40 and he believes he has the right to do so. Well… this is my philosophy for this day:
Humanity is not “e”volving, rather it is “de”volving. The animalistic behaviours are returning, as in our cave-dwelling ancestors. It’s not a racial slur, but if one was to take a good hard look, especially around the entire city of New York (and other towns and villages) one can see, clearly, blatantly, certainly, that those who are not of the North-Western European ancestory are multiplying much quicker. In fact, the stats are showing that “White” is dwindling. Reality is proving that as that happens, the increasing population is more violent and certainly less inteligent and civilised. The animals are returning to the world and it’s not pretty. Those of us who are accustomed to civilisation are being pushed out. Caos is the rule and we’re losing.
So, that said, I’m not looking forward to surviving this one much longer. I thought I’d make it to 2010 but it doesn’t look that way. I can’t take much more of this in the shelter and it doesn’t look like things are goinmg to get much better too soon. So…

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SAT.27: At 6h I was getting ready to go to schul and suddenly somebody comes walking into the room, goes to bed D17, takes his shoes off, throws himself on the bed and goes to sleep! When I went to get somebody from “Security” to get him out of the room, well, I walked the ENTIRE 5th floor and there wasn’t even ONE “security” person to be found! 6h on a Saturday morning and NOBODY working!
Later today, I went to see Simmons. Uloma was in the office yelling that she had been in the office this morning when somebody came knocking on the door and just walked in! She was alone in the office. When she went to get “Security”, she too found nobody available. But she told me: one was in the locker room, sleeping… the other was in another office, behind the copy machine… sleeping.
They sleep, get paid. We get smacked in the head with locks, robbed, and what else.

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MON.29: It’s about 17h and I’m at the Far Rock library putting this together. Last night was worth the entry and today I’m paying for the farce.
When I got back from work today (Monday) my pillows were gone! I had 2 of them in the case with some linens so that I could sleep with my head raised and breathe comfortably. I’d had them on the bed for months now! One of the pillows came with the bed, the other one came from Rey (he had an extra). But, while NOBLDY IS SUPPOSED TO BE WANDERING THE HALLS, Security (what a laugh… security)
Every night now, for about 8 months I’ve signed for my bed as I should. That way I know that I have a place to “try” to sleep. (Lately it’s been impossible because the $#!t in D17 plays his radio all night.) So tonight, since I was so tired from not sleeping last night because of the radio, I signed at about 20h45, took my shower and tried to get some sleep in spite of the theft of the pillows.
23h30 the lights come on, “Security” comes in yelling at me: “D18! You have to go downstairs to the office!” and somebody has an over-night meal ticket with MY bed number on it! (The one they call “Resident President” was there too. He knew I signed for the bed and did nothing to stop this farce.)
I get down to “Operations” and Cyrus from D19 is there too! Same $#!t with HIM! The ubangy Afrikan in Operations is insisting that we did NOT sign for our beds in spite of the fact that we KNEW we DID. So I said I wanted to SEE the sheet where we “didn’t sign”. Ubangy sends us back up to the 5th floor where Cyrus and I both see not only the sheet but our signatures on it! The idiot in that office (on the 5th floor) just tells us to go back to our beds. Cyrus says he wants confirmation. We get sent down to the 1st floor again to Operations. Ubangy-boy gets on the phone to Mr. Johnson on 5. They chat.
Nobody tells anybody anything about the matter but Cyrus and I both over-heard parts of the conversation: D118 and 119 were unassigned. In the course of telephone calls and copying information over the phone, the idiots dropped the first digit off the bed assignment listing for the night!
Meanwhile, there’s somebody in my bed, my linens are thrown on the floor in the hall. I’d just washed the blankets since somebody ELSE had slept in the bed during the day AND the towel. Everything on the filthy floor in the hall!
As all this is taking place, Michael Bailey (I’ll mention his name because he’s such a piece of $#!t) is playing his radio on some rock station.
I didn’t get a bit of sleep ALL night. Thankfully I didn’t have any patients today so I got to go to the beach where I slept for a few hours.
Hey! Bloomberg! WTF? Why isn’t anybody watching any of this? Why the hell are the friggin Afrikans taking over the show? When is the building closing? I hear it’s sold to NYU for 4 years now. Get us out! Get the ILLEGALS out! Maybe President Obama needs to get a letter? But I doubt he’d do anything constructive about any of it. These are “his” people.
Me? This is taking it’s toll. I’m coughing like crazy and bringing up all sorts of nastiness. I’m exhausted. I’m mentally and emotionally drained. But I’m close to having enough to jump ship any day now. I just hope I can hold out for as long as I really need to.
It’s 17h15. I have until 20h to sign in. I have 18 minutes left on this computer and a 2-hour ride back to the hell hole. I don’t want to go back there. I don’t have the strength any more. It’s amazing how much I can take. I’m stronger than I’d ever have believed.

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