Yeah... [There's a dry laugh on her voice.] It was rough when I messaged him privately after, too. You know, because I wanted him to know I was serious, not just taking shots at him for shits and giggles.
I'll tell you what I told him:
Asking for volunteers doesn't work. Some people will sign up to be helpful, but they're not necessarily the right people for the job, and the wardens were giving off pretty mixed signals at the time –– desperate for help, but also insisting they were fine without it. Most people in less important jobs will just look at that and decide it doesn't apply to them, so now we've got barely dozen people or something trying to cover three meals a day, seven days a week, plus snacks, for a hundred or so people. They're going to burn out, and I don't care if Archer's willing to pick up all the slack personally, because that's not a real back-up plan. Harry leaving left the infirmary in the hands of a bunch of people with patchwork training. If I'd arrived with only Tiffany and Bodhi, I would have been dead within the hour. Even if I trusted he knows what he's doing, you can't hinge our fucking access to food on one guy.
There's also the supply itself. Not wanting to "settle" for just sandwiches, all the cookies and all that –– that's a waste. People don't need that much food every day to get by, and they definitely don't need fancy. Reserving supplies is more important. Archer insisted food supply isn't an issue, but Arthur says otherwise, and... [a pause] well, they always say that. They don't want to cause a panic, so they ask for help while pretending they don't actually need it.
He also suggested we all individually stock up. Most people here probably have never starved in their lives, so they could stand to stock up, but it's still trite bullshit to spout. Inmates don't have kitchen access, and they can only wait for a port and hope a warden will help out to keep them stocked. You can't blow off my concerns, do nothing to make food more accessible, and then expect me to trust you have things under control, either.
[A deep breath; she can feel herself getting worked up again.]
I don't mean to rant, but that whole thing really pissed me off.
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I'll tell you what I told him:
Asking for volunteers doesn't work. Some people will sign up to be helpful, but they're not necessarily the right people for the job, and the wardens were giving off pretty mixed signals at the time –– desperate for help, but also insisting they were fine without it. Most people in less important jobs will just look at that and decide it doesn't apply to them, so now we've got barely dozen people or something trying to cover three meals a day, seven days a week, plus snacks, for a hundred or so people. They're going to burn out, and I don't care if Archer's willing to pick up all the slack personally, because that's not a real back-up plan. Harry leaving left the infirmary in the hands of a bunch of people with patchwork training. If I'd arrived with only Tiffany and Bodhi, I would have been dead within the hour. Even if I trusted he knows what he's doing, you can't hinge our fucking access to food on one guy.
There's also the supply itself. Not wanting to "settle" for just sandwiches, all the cookies and all that –– that's a waste. People don't need that much food every day to get by, and they definitely don't need fancy. Reserving supplies is more important. Archer insisted food supply isn't an issue, but Arthur says otherwise, and... [a pause] well, they always say that. They don't want to cause a panic, so they ask for help while pretending they don't actually need it.
He also suggested we all individually stock up. Most people here probably have never starved in their lives, so they could stand to stock up, but it's still trite bullshit to spout. Inmates don't have kitchen access, and they can only wait for a port and hope a warden will help out to keep them stocked. You can't blow off my concerns, do nothing to make food more accessible, and then expect me to trust you have things under control, either.
[A deep breath; she can feel herself getting worked up again.]
I don't mean to rant, but that whole thing really pissed me off.