saturday.
shifting shifts at work pretty much obliterates my weekends...not that I really DO much of anything, but it's kinda nice having the option open.
graveyard last night pretty much consisted of re-reading "Something Wicked This Way Comes" & going around with my little flashlight every two hours to make sure everyone was tucked in, in the right beds in the right cells, clutching their stuffed animals & dreaming of sugarplums, & that nobody was dangling from the top bunk or had a shank sticking out of their neck.
the housing unit I was in last night had a little post-it note from the previous shift saying that there were two new inmates: one was known for keeping his weapon in his sock, the other fancied himself a bit of a kick-boxer & was pretty good with his feet. the note-writer neglected to write down which was which. (sometimes I kinda miss jobs where the post-its say things like "Almost out of Coffee" or "Don't Touch my Sandwich. I Know Who You Are, Sandwich-Toucher!")
my partner called last night from the Bronx. god-damn but I miss her. I had put in for time off in December but I'd eaten up most of my leave being with mom in the hospital in SLC & attending to matters back here. maybe I'll have it built back up by then.
pondered the notion of sending her to one of the SGNY gatherings as a sort of surrogate.
then realized that's pretty damn lame.
ah, well.
shifting shifts at work pretty much obliterates my weekends...not that I really DO much of anything, but it's kinda nice having the option open.
graveyard last night pretty much consisted of re-reading "Something Wicked This Way Comes" & going around with my little flashlight every two hours to make sure everyone was tucked in, in the right beds in the right cells, clutching their stuffed animals & dreaming of sugarplums, & that nobody was dangling from the top bunk or had a shank sticking out of their neck.
the housing unit I was in last night had a little post-it note from the previous shift saying that there were two new inmates: one was known for keeping his weapon in his sock, the other fancied himself a bit of a kick-boxer & was pretty good with his feet. the note-writer neglected to write down which was which. (sometimes I kinda miss jobs where the post-its say things like "Almost out of Coffee" or "Don't Touch my Sandwich. I Know Who You Are, Sandwich-Toucher!")
my partner called last night from the Bronx. god-damn but I miss her. I had put in for time off in December but I'd eaten up most of my leave being with mom in the hospital in SLC & attending to matters back here. maybe I'll have it built back up by then.
pondered the notion of sending her to one of the SGNY gatherings as a sort of surrogate.
then realized that's pretty damn lame.
ah, well.
catculus:
Sandwich Toucher! *giggles*