Hard blue light encapsulated Deomni’s face as he clicked away at his keyboard. Another night of no sleep, all because he was the only one who did documentation correctly. Tilting his head from left to right he got a few pops, there was also the manipulation of his hands and wrists. Deomni had his exercises that he did in order to keep himself from falling asleep or getting carpal tunnel. Once he finished his hand movements he stood up and stretched. Daylight peeking through the cracks of his blinded windows. He had tried to set up curtains, however, even though they seemed to slump in the heat. Which was strange considering he was the one who corrected the air conditioning systems in the area.
Papers were scattered all over his desk next to his computer monitors, keyboard, and mouse. One screen read: Detailed Patient Information and evaluation. The other screen read: Maintenance Log. There were many tabs of other programs and the like opened as well. Before he left his room he made sure to lock the desktop. With a defeated sigh he moved over to his minifridge and pulled out an energy drink. Afterwards he took his tablet and pulled the data from his PC to it. He noted the memo of new arrivals the sender was listed as Boss. Another sigh and a sip. His lips tingled as the drink passed by and into his system.
“Today is going to suck.” He lamented out loud in his office. He was walking toward the exit then stopped. Hastily he moved to his desk and pulled out a small fan. Deomni made sure that everything was closed and locked up correctly. His PC was something that was actually inside the ground under the desk. He had suggested setting it up like this in order to secure it. He unplugged the cords and moved the desk, so the ports were no longer in view. Afterwards he moved the cords to a side of his desk where it looked like a tower or laptop would plug in.
Another sigh left his lips as he put his drink down on the ground nearby. He tried to tidy up the paperwork but just ended up stacking it all together. That would probably be a headache when he got back. Once finished he placed it into a file cabinet. He remembered to pick up his drink as he moved out of the room. On his left wrist was a bracelet which he used to lock the door. It was early in the morning so he made his way to one of the guard stations. There he picked up some food and ate. An apple and some bread. Seemed like a light breakfast or an almost non-existent dinner.
Deomni could already feel the heat. Well, it was more that he could feel the AC units kicking on. The heat didn’t really bother him, not as much as it did the others. It was just that electronics had issues with being too dry. That and his patients were all grumpy… well, more grumpy than normal. Which increased the difficulty of getting through to them. He considered everyone here a patient and had files on the guards and his boss as well. This was because he was told that he had to send the information. It was one of the reasons his documentation was so detailed.
Shaking away his thoughts he focused on eating. He needed to use this time to let his mind rest. If he were lucky he would finish the initial meet and greet documentation early. If he did he would be able to actually sleep. A full night of sleep is what he dreams for, well, daydreams for. Deomni could hear Olivia screaming at someone outside. Thus he knew that the day had really started. He moved through the complex and sat in a chair. Around this chair was a small desk and a thick plastic see through pane. There were lines outside that had colors leading the prisoners to specific sections of the jail. This section he sat in was listed as intake.
Outside the doors there would be a sign which held the letters Intake. This was the door where the buses dropped off prisoners. Once inside they would get the collars or upgraded collars. There were cameras placed everywhere and one to take an image of when they arrived. There was a mechanical arm that Deomni controlled with the assistance of the computer. He would ask people for their general information as they came in. Then they would get the upgraded nano dampeners collar. Each person would then receive clothing and would have to line up. The guards usually led them in groups of 5 or 10 depending on the amount they were able to find.
The Boss would usually make an appearance during intake. Mainly to stuff his finger in people’s faces and show them who the “big dog” is around here. To Deomni the man had a set of different complexes and that was why he was here. The people he worked for or with didn’t want him around. Deomni usually just looked like he was ignoring the situation but wrote down everything the Boss did. He wasn’t sure if the Boss knew he was doing this. However, he assumed that he did and did not care.
The Boss reminded him of the person at work that no one likes, all the females felt uncomfortable around him, and somehow he got promoted. Then all the females on the team shifted to being reviewed by someone not him. No matter how many people reported him, nothing ever stook. No matter what he kept his job and position. It wasn’t like people would tell on him but Deomni had to in order to keep his job. It mattered little to him what the Boss would do. Then again he could end up in this prison as a prisoner. That was the only thought that scared Deomni.
Intake days lacked personal one on one interactions. It was all business all the time and in this monotony, he found himself akin to a robot. There was little he did other than ask the correct needed questions in order to get the lines moving. This was probably because the Boss didn’t like it when Deomni tried to “make friends.” Another sip of his drink as they started flowing in. He had hoped that this experience would pass quickly. Then perhaps he could get some sleep or interview some of the new patients. The dark bags under his eyes told people that he didn’t sleep much. They would probably be able to tell that he was overworked. However, he smiled at every person who passed in front of him.
