At the federal low I was in, the guards were rotated from unit to unit in an attempt to keep any from developing friendships with inmates.
I think each guard would last a week or so before moving to the next unit. I really didn’t pay much attention.
Out of all the guards that we had on day shift, I only remember one who made a point of enforcing the “get your ass outta bed” rule. This was a real rule on the grammatically atrocious, photocopied, “handbook” some of us got when we arrived.
This CO seemed like he was ex-military. He just wasn’t going to allow a bunch of freeloaders to lounge about. His first day on shift he held an impromptu lecture, during which, he communicated his expectations. One of these was that we be vertical in the daytime.
So… each morning, lights on, cue the yelling.
The remainder of the guards just didn’t care unless an inspection was underway. Hell, lots of the guards spent their entire shift sleeping, so why not let the inmates do the same?
Plenty of guys only seemed to be ambulatory for a few hours each day. They all had prized ear plugs, and a clean piece of fabric to drape over their head to blot out the light.
It’s hard to imagine that anyone could sleep eighteen hours out of every twenty-four. Maybe it was a side effect of the antidepressants they all took.
I wonder how many will be able to sleep without covering their head with a towel or sheet when they finally go home.