The Touchstone , Vol. It's never advisable to give in to unreasonable expectations, but I sometimes do and the results always seem to be the same. I get that awful sense of being let down and betrayed. After years of benign neglect, the accumulated dirt and grime of human institutionalization has been assiduously scrubbed away. The place no longer smells like the Primate House of the San Diego Zoo.
New paint covers everything.
Cells that still wore the original paint from when the unit opened in 1990 are no longer peeling like crack houses. The administration even ordered them to wax the concrete floors in the multipurpose rooms, and hallways. New rules and regulations regarding what prisoners can and cannot have in his possession were enacted. Some staff members assigned as Compliance Officers or Safety Officers, made videotapes detailing what was expected for compliance, but were roundly ridiculed and ignored. They looked and sounded more like automatons on tape than they do in real life.