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On a Friday night, I worked for another officer In B-West. They asked me if I would work the bubble. I told them that I would. Entering the bubble, I detected odors. It stunk. Trash was piled up and rotting. Everyone was too lazy to empty the trash. The place was a disaster. Junk was lying around everywhere. It took a while to get the clutter cleared out so I could actually do my job. Before the end of the shift, I had everything squared away, clean and in order.

I went through all of the bunking requests. When the inmates saw me in there, many of them came asking me to do things for them. More bunking request slips started pouring in. I told them that I would set up paperwork, but it would be up to the block officers tomorrow whether or not they would make the moves. The next morning, I received an email from one of the block officers thanking me for all the work I did. They made all of the moves that I had lined up.

A 3^rd watch officer in B-West told me that the books had not been the same since I left. He said they needed me back. I told him I appreciated it, but I would never be back.

Another 3^rd watch officer in B-West had been enforcing policies. The inmates give him static and called him Basham Junior.

One of my block sergeants, when I was in B-West, became a caseworker. He said, "Most of my memories of B-West are bad, but you're a good one."