LMAO! I'm an ex aide (now retired) who still haunts the forum here. I happen to be a self-professed "Canadaphile" too. Done a lot of traveling to Canada and continue to do so.
Just find it very humorous to see someone think that "poop" may be a "naughty" word. Propriety is something we lost down here in the 'colonies' many years ago.
You keep monitoring this forum, your computer screen is going to burn up from some of the language.
All that aside, it's no different down here. It's like the monologue in Cool Hand Luke (I definitely see the similarity of aides and prisoners).
".....Them clothes got laundry numbers on them. You remember your number and always wear the ones that has your number. Any man forgets his number spends a night in the box. These here spoons you keep with you. Any man loses his spoon spends a night in the box. There's no playing grab-ass or fighting in the building. You got a grudge against another man, you fight him Saturday afternoon. Any man playing grab-ass or fighting in the building spends a night in the box. First bell's at five minutes of eight when you will get in your bunk. Last bell is at eight. Any man not in his bunk at eight spends the night in the box. There is no smoking in the prone position in bed. To smoke you must have both legs over the side of your bunk. Any man caught smoking in the prone position in bed... spends a night in the box. You get two sheets. Every Saturday, you put the clean sheet on the top... the top sheet on the bottom... and the bottom sheet you turn in to the laundry boy. Any man turns in the wrong sheet spends a night in the box. No one'll sit in the bunks with dirty pants on. Any man with dirty pants on sitting on the bunks spends a night in the box. Any man don't bring back his empty pop bottle spends a night in the box. Any man loud talking spends a night in the box.....".