Where Do I Start...

Outside life is most definitely hampering my blog posting and reading! I'm thankful for your concern and I'm sorry I haven't kept you updated. Geesh! All is a blur after my last post. I'm going to have to cut something else, so I have time for you guys

I didn't work yesterday because I didn't hear back from the man. I figured I was let go. I slept, devoted massive energy to pissery, sadness, etc. I was disappointed. Visited my brother yesterday evening and bitched and complained about jail and made plans for the lake this weekend. When I got home, I was waiting for another phone call when the man called. "What happened to you"? I said "I thought I was let go". Well, after about an hour of conversation, I agreed to go back today and have a conference call with O and the man. We did, she wasn't happy, but she'll have to get over it. I do give her a lot of credit though. She's been there until at least 10:00 every night since Monday and I know both of them are exhausted. She almost quilted me in to staying past 2:00 today and no friggin way I was going to give in. She needs to invest in some time management classes in the future.

Tomorrow, hopefully, will be somewhat normal. We only have to deliver one floor. Usually on Friday's it's catchup day, but since this is the start up, there are a lot of glitches. Get this shit...the Tech guy set the scanner up to only accept pencil OR pen. Not both. How friggin stupid is this, especially since the bubble sheet the inmates fill out CLEARLY states...use pencil or pen. Also, when she is delivering, if the inmate has a question about his order? She goes back to the bubble sheet, looks through all of them to find his name, and checks to make sure his complaint is valid. WTF? This is not Burger King and have it your way!! This is jail and here is what you get. No wonder she is staying so late. Not me, I put the crap out there and said sign at the bottom and date it. We are suppose to deliver 22 orders per hour. I passed her by 5 miles on the first day.

I seriously do not remember any of them from the first day. I'm sure I had a look on my face that scared them into signing and running. I was exhausted. There was one guy that was really sweet. He was really concerned about getting a haircut. I tried to help him, but we had no answers yet. I asked O and she told me. While waiting on the next guy to come up from out of his cell, I was gesturing to Glenn (can you believe I remembered his last name?) with hand language about his hair cut. Pointing to hair and making scissor motions and shaking head no. Please tell me why in the hell I was concerned? Next thing I knew, the swat-like guys were coming in, the Major, and the corrections officer was checking all the doors. Turns out there was an inmate that didn't want to do what they had told him and they were moving him. Yes, my little haircut buddy. We were detained 20 minutes waiting on that to happen.

Is it time for the lake yet?

David finally got with Employee Health today. All is well and based on the Federal guidelines, he will not be taking the preventive meds. The bitch perpetrator used small needles and the stab wounds injections were not deep. Thank you God and you for all your support!

David also just informed me, tomorrow night he is going to Galax, VA to a Fiddler's Convention for one night. I barely remember my only one of those, way back in THOSE days. I hope he will be careful.

You know where I am heading as soon as I pass go, get out of jail and pack. Yes, the lake and I think my bro and Sharon are going also. He doesn't get the thrill of the jet skis. We tried to explain it...the water, trees, nature, breeze, freedom and he said "Oh, it's like a SKI-GASM! We said exactly!

For use at home?