__As you might have heard, I might have some ill-gotten gains coming thanks to some coworkers that feel like our lunch breaks weren't the best they could be.
Without going into detail; I kinda agree, but it was one of those iffy things that a moderately decent person would just put up with.(We make good money, after all)
So since I'm doing the "My name is Earl" bit, I'm spreading it around.
During the annual refresher training this week, I bought $180 worth of meat and experienced the joy of organizing a staff barbeque.
In a prison environment, that entails getting permission from an assistant warden, clearing it with the training instructors, itemizing all the foodstuffs, setting tasks and timelines, ensuring that no contraband-type items get misplaced/stolen, reserving a secure area away from the general population, greasing various palms to get gates and doors opened in a timely manner, bribing a trusted local(staff) warlord to get the meat started while I was in class, etc, etc.
Minus the bullets whizzing by, It's a lot like running foreign aid in Somalia.
While planning all this out, I was informed that we can't use the company grill anymore because of some trouble with the fact that it was built using funds from commissary. (Profits from inmate purchases)
So technically, it belongs to the inmates.
-Who aren't allowed to have anything not issued by commissary or the BOP.
Last I checked, neither one issued steak, tri-tip, bratwurst, pork ribs or charcoal in any shape or form.
So the campers have a barbeque, and nothing to put on it.
For whatever political reason, I can't buy the barbeque directly from IMAC, so...
This is the new STAFF BARBEQUE.
Good old Harbor Freight; Always good for raw materials!
So here we've got the frame, tow hitch, suspension and wheels all ready for rapin'.
Oh dear, Let's not do anything rash that might void our warranty!