Anyway, rumor once had it that we were going to move into this new pad, but I'm hoping that we don't. Even though we're technically living below standard (a prisoner at Supermax gets more space than I do), it's better where we're at than in the horrid little housing units on the new pad. Right now we live in three unit "CHU's, " or containerized housing units, with three people to a room. It's not too bad. Actually, it's a lot like college, except we have guns. Unfortunately, we don't have the parties or the booze.
The units that are currently being built are nothing more than shipping containers with a door and a window. I'm not even sure that they are the usual size of eight by twenty. So this is where I live now:
And hopefully they don't make us move here:
crapland
And this is my current room:
note the improvised computer table
all my worldly possessions, in this one little box
This is why they call it Camp Striker (I think):
Stryker Combat Vehicles
And this is a shot of our dining facility (hence the DFAC sign):
it's a really big place
In other news, I guess Ruby is up to his usual shenanigans, what with him denying OJ a table over the weekend. That even made news over here. I'm waiting to see if it pops up in "Stars and Stripes," our daily circular. Even some people over here that know where I work have asked me, "hey, isn't that your boss?" And I reply, "yeah, that's Ruby, alright." Speaking of, I found this on the net not too long ago:
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What does the panda have to do with anything?
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