The New Guy

We have added a new member to our crew. Actually, he started last week, but I was waiting to see if we would run him off before I said anything. I've referred to him as KP, because he's been running around cleaning up after us. A pretty good cat, so far.

I'm always iffy about new people. You just never know how they are going to react in a place like the Hive. We've managed to drive off alot of people. And those people may work out fine out on the yard or in the GP houses, they just can't take the stress of the craziness here.

But I think KP is going to work out fine. If we don't let him overwork himself into a heart attack or something first. There's still a few things he needs to pick up, but he's learning fast. I'm over most of the anxiety I had about him. Now we just need to see how he reacts in a use of force and we'll know his measure. But I don't have too many doubts about that. KP has been around the block a few times and from some of the stories I've heard, he knows how to handle himself in a fracas.

I guess I'm just a worrier when it comes to these things. I like to know who has got my back when stuff starts getting flaky. BG is there and he's a rock. I can always count on him to back me up when the chips are down. Chuck is..... well, Chuck. Even with that disarming grin he can be a real handful and he's actually more verbally aggressive and less likely to take any crap than I am. I'm more likely to let the crap pass by me. Chuck will turn it back on them and make them look stupid. He's good at that. He's better at getting the inmates to do what we need them to than I am sometimes. I'm better at reasoning with them, he's better at directing. Even if he is turning into a soccer mom. But with this crew I'm a little less worried. We just need a couple more good people to fill in the empty slots and we'll be complete.

Sarge 1 is still broken and on light duty. Hopefully (fingers crossed all the way around) he will be back this week, Sarge 2 (Miz P) is always there when we need her and handy like pants pockets. It doesn't hurt at all that we have been friends for years and she used to work the Hive with me back when she was a nobody like me. If I could get away with it, I'd just hang myself on her duty belt and go wherever she went. Or visa-versa.

Well, I need to get off of here and go take some drugs. I have a dentist appointment in the morning and hopefully they are going to pull this bad tooth that has been keeping me awake at night. It's really going to suck going to work with a mouthful of gauze and not being able to eat. But it's only for one day. My friday.

I'll survive. Wish me luck.