MISUNDERSTOOD

          I have concluded many times that I must look extremely soft.  In one of

my previous episodes, I shared with the readers about how inmate/fool Donita

Good bitch slapped me, and the results of her rediculous actions. 

        Would you believe that a few days ago, a disgruntled co-worker was also

feeling a wee bit froggy?  I could not believe it.  She was relocated from working

beside me by the administration.  They had their reasons.  I attempted to go

hard for her, to no avail.  Because I have lots of cowardly haters in the building,

one got in her ear, and tried to get her riled up.  Ofcourse they told her that

I had her moved, giving me too much credit as an inmate. 

     I was sitting at this same computer that I am sitting at now.  She came and

sit at the computer next to me, that is not even one foot away.  She weights close

to three hundred pounds, which brought her body even closer to mines. 

     "I am fed up.  I feel like just smacking a bitch in here."  She said, while looking

at her computer monitor before signing in. 

     I started to address it, but instead I waited to see if there was any real meaning

to her words. I halted typing just in case, and put my feet flat on the ground.  She

didn't know it, but she was about to get a seasoned ass whooping if she would have

put her hands on me. 

    She did the right thing.  She finished typing and waddled her big beach whale

butt out of the computer room without looking back.

   See, the thing about prison is that people are always judging a book by its cover.

  Especially female inmates, and they shouldn't.  I am probably the most misunderstood

because I am introverted, educated, soft-spoken, even-keeled, and love to spend time

with myself.  Inmates keep reading that as a sign of weakness, instead of what it

is.  Real bosses move in silence, without many words, and that is the way I was

brought up.

Rhonda Turpin

May 4, 2014

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