Transfer to Blythe Jail

Yesterday morning i chose to seek an „internal solution to my problem” (of being harrased by an inmate trustee) and the payoff came much sooner than i thought it would. But, instead of the philosophical insight that i expected, the solution came in a very material form. Rather than attacking the other inmate (which was my „old school” inclination) i released my irritation over his behavior and addressed the real problem: being woke up in the middle of the night and often kept awake by incessant noise.
The trustee only made himself a target of my underlying frustration over the noise levels in the cell i was in The noise was excessive, to say the least, because of the cell's location in a high traffic hallway and also because noisy and dissruptive inmates who yell and bang on the doors for no good reason are routinely placed in the cells adjacent to the one that i was in. So instead of „punishing” the intrusive trustee with a „golden shower” (spraying urine on him through the door), which probably would have only made things worse by instigating the trustee to find some way to „punish” me in return (which is also why crime escalates in the wider world when society turns to „punishment” as a solution), i instead sent a kite to the classification sergeant, requesting that some solution to the noise problem be found (withuot specifically mentioning the incident with the trustee). I had hoped, at best, to be allowed to have a pair of foam rubber earplugs (which they sell on commisary at other jails but not here in Riverside), but to my delight and surprise i got something much better.
I got moved to a completely different and far more comfortable jail! I'm still in Riverside County, of course, but they packed me up and drove me some 90 miles East to a jail in Blythe, which is right on the Arizona-California border along Interstate 10. The cell they put me in has a real metal bunk (with a top bunk over a lower which provides a little shade from the blarring florescent lights that are standard in most jail cells these days) a complete mattress, a 20 inch color T.V.! And even hot water on tap (for coffee). And the food is better!
I can't believe my luck. I even got a clean new blanket that is at least twice the thickness of the blanket i had at the other jail in Indio (and it's not torn up either). And of course, most of all, it' quiet! Relative to the cell i was in at Indio this one is like a morgue. I slept last night like a baby.
The only problem here could end up being a blessing in disguise. The problem is that i now have to be transported 90 miles for all court appearances. The ride can be a bit uncomfortable, but getting „out and about” once and a while is pleasant also. I know i won't enjoy all the hassles that go along with being transported (getting chained up and often waiting for hours in featureless holding cells). But the peace and quiet alone is more than worth it!