Not too shabby of a day at work... 'Twas a double as is tomorrow's and the day after that. Tonight though was voluntary. Friday nights at my group home are pizza and bowling. Not too bad of a way to earn overtime, eh? The usual constant of working these shifts is the residents mopping the floor w/ me at bowling. For me, it's a drunken activity that I do fair at once I've warmed-up at like the second game. Not so with this crowd. The alley employee raises the kiddie bumpers and granny-stanced hell is released. 
Yesterday was my first day back after being on stretches of on/off vacation making up the last 2-3 weeks. There's the clear & definable ways that your presence is missed when absent. Employees muttering, "Thank fucking god!" may be taken as one. Another may be that raise & promotion they gave me in the middle of it.
The far clearer way is when some of the OCD-symptomed residents have their missing schedule piece back to them. The guy who works exactly such and such days is no longer gone so, all must be temporarily well in the universe.
One of the random things upcoming that neither I nor LittleSister is looking forward to is a court appearance for our younger cousin. He is someone who has had well documented learning disabilities. Through a combination of very poor parenting, a shitty school system as well as other minor factors, he has turned into his neighborhood's inside joke/cautionary tale. Since originally given his license, he totaled somewhere near 4-8 cars, almost always one-car accidents & clearly done while fucked up.
Keep in mind that each car was immediately replaced by our near-broke aunt in the hopes of him getting his GED and a job...clearly couldn't get either without a convertible Corvette, Geo, Chevy something-or-other, etc.
Anyway, his sentencing for a pseudo-heist he was involved in is Monday morning. Our immediate family was asked to appear as some visual representation of people related to him who give a shit. Problem is, I'm all for tough love! I've been a fuck-up by some measure for long stretches in my life. The only thing that I feel gave me any sense of myself or of accomplishment is personal accountiblility for my actions. It's not only the first step of AA, etc. but the first needed for any sense of true self-respect. Anyhow, I plan on showing up at the courthouse at 8:45 dressed better than few have seen and armed to the teeth w/ caffienation. What ever the outcome is will be for the best, by one measure or another.
And not to leave you all as brought down as I can only imagine, I leave you with what can (kinda) be seen as an art installation. The artist is Rikki Rockett (drummer of Poison) and rather than "go Zeppelin" on a hotel room and teach errant television to fly, he has instead custom pinstriped the toilet of every room he'd stayed in on tour. Behold, Diary for a New America.
Yesterday was my first day back after being on stretches of on/off vacation making up the last 2-3 weeks. There's the clear & definable ways that your presence is missed when absent. Employees muttering, "Thank fucking god!" may be taken as one. Another may be that raise & promotion they gave me in the middle of it.
The far clearer way is when some of the OCD-symptomed residents have their missing schedule piece back to them. The guy who works exactly such and such days is no longer gone so, all must be temporarily well in the universe.
One of the random things upcoming that neither I nor LittleSister is looking forward to is a court appearance for our younger cousin. He is someone who has had well documented learning disabilities. Through a combination of very poor parenting, a shitty school system as well as other minor factors, he has turned into his neighborhood's inside joke/cautionary tale. Since originally given his license, he totaled somewhere near 4-8 cars, almost always one-car accidents & clearly done while fucked up.
Keep in mind that each car was immediately replaced by our near-broke aunt in the hopes of him getting his GED and a job...clearly couldn't get either without a convertible Corvette, Geo, Chevy something-or-other, etc.
Anyway, his sentencing for a pseudo-heist he was involved in is Monday morning. Our immediate family was asked to appear as some visual representation of people related to him who give a shit. Problem is, I'm all for tough love! I've been a fuck-up by some measure for long stretches in my life. The only thing that I feel gave me any sense of myself or of accomplishment is personal accountiblility for my actions. It's not only the first step of AA, etc. but the first needed for any sense of true self-respect. Anyhow, I plan on showing up at the courthouse at 8:45 dressed better than few have seen and armed to the teeth w/ caffienation. What ever the outcome is will be for the best, by one measure or another.
And not to leave you all as brought down as I can only imagine, I leave you with what can (kinda) be seen as an art installation. The artist is Rikki Rockett (drummer of Poison) and rather than "go Zeppelin" on a hotel room and teach errant television to fly, he has instead custom pinstriped the toilet of every room he'd stayed in on tour. Behold, Diary for a New America.
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elmcitydrunk:
so how was the court thing? hopefully not too painful. so what are the chances you'll be making it out this week- wed. and/or sat.?
allied:
Hopefully things went well with your cousin. That can never be easy. 