I was in a county jail for about 40 days. It really wasn't that bad. We were allowed out of our cells from 6:30am-9:15pm, except for a few 30 minute head counts and 1 hour shift change. In the common area of the pod there was a TV (with cable), newspapers, and board games; and a small basketball court in a walled cement courtyard. Because of all this time out of our cells, everybody observed bathroom etiquette, you asked your cell mate to leave if he was in there and put a piece of toilet paper in the door to let people know not to come in. Between the solid door and the bed, it was private, nobody could see you. There were 4 semi-private showers (for 60-72 people) with solid doors that blocked view from the knees to mid chest. The food they served was aweful, but there was a large selection of junk food that could be purchased from the commissary (ramen noodles, potato chips, cheetos, honey buns, cookies, m&ms, etc), which also offered name-brand shower and body products to replace the standard crap. Prices were just about the same as gas stations and we could spend $70/week. Fights were rare, and were broken up very quick. If you didn't bother anybody, nobody bothered you.
The biggest problem was the medical care. I came in dopesick, and was refused treatment. 2 weeks later I had abdominal pain so severe I couldn't stand up, chest pain, and the worst headache of my life, and I was ignored for 14 hours then given a Tylenol and an antacid after the nurse refused to let me talk after 2 words and refused to examine me. Another guy in my pod had increasingly worse chest pain for 24 hours and they didn't even let him talk to someone from medical till he dropped in the middle of the pod and they had to call an ambulance. It wasn't the guards causing the problem either, they placed calls to medical whenever somebody asked. Any requests to the nurses who came in for med pass were written down and written responses came back at least a week later, saying an appointment would be scheduled in the next 2 weeks; regardless of severity of condition. The time I got really sick it took a call from my lawyer to get them to do a proper examination with a doctor.