From Prison to a Cubicle

Apparently, prisoners have access to typewriters in Texas. I have never been in a prison but I have heard they have quite the amenities now. I am sure it depends on the security level as well. Anyway, I landed back in my cubicle farm this morning after a wonderful vacation. I sorted through the pile of mail and sifted through the gazillion emails I had waiting for me. Okay, only 100+…

Once I returned my focus to the mail to actually do something with it, I noticed that one of the envelopes was typed. I removed the page and began reading an interesting note. The writer was requesting an information kit on our organization and how could his family donate to us since we sounded like a worthwhile endeavor? Hhhmmm… it all seemed a bit odd. Especially that someone had used a typewriter in this accelerated age of technology. Being the dutiful admin that I am though, I gathered the information packet together and was prepared to send it out. Something wasn’t right though and I decided to do a search on the address to see what I could see. Part of the address seemed like a radio station as it had ”1400 FM” included. I stared in amazement when I saw an entire page or more of elements of the address included. It all started sinking in when I clicked on one of the links and the Texas Dept of Criminal Justice came up! Whoa! I quickly took the brochures and information out of the envelope I had prepared and threw it along with the grateful letter I had composed into the trash can. 

Lesson learned: always follow your gut instinct. I KNEW something wasn’t right about receiving a hand-typed letter in 2008.

 Knowing the organization I work for, I can only imagine what this guy is doing time for and that makes me sick… I felt I needed to wash my hands afterwards.

 So, on that note, have a lovely day and be wary of hand-typed notes in the mailbox near you…