It was another one of those days. Mad. Mad as hell all day long. Even my little happy pill the doctor gave me didn't improve my mood.
I wanted to break things and there was nothing inexpensive at hand. I couldn't even go into the little room and throw around the plastic chairs. I was too mad for that.
Luckily KP and Sgt Miz P (no relation) were there to help keep me calm. Sarge is always calm and she keeps me distracted from whatever is pissing me off. And KP is always working and keeping me moving so I don't think about it.
It started out with that rat bastard Chuck. Didn't show up for the third day in a row. If he shows up and isn't missing a kidney or been through a bought of ebola or something life threatening...... I just don't know. If he's just been shacking up with his little teeny bopper squeeze and just can't get out of bed, I'm going to make him cry.
This week has been bad enough without having to make do with untrained help. A couple of them were okay... the little Tire Man we had last night worked his butt off but he doesn't know what to do and kept asking questions. But that other dude... the one they sent in for Chuck.... I'll just refer to him as "Issues" because he has so many.... I could have done without him altogether. I think I would have rather run short.
I know I shouldn't let it get to me. When I get mad I make mistakes. I got lucky today and didn't make any major ones. I really need to learn to control my temper better. But at this stage in my life i just don't think that's going to happen. At least the inmates have learned the signs and don't mess with me too much when I'm pissed off.
I can't wait for this week to be over. Maybe tomorrow will be better.
Keeping my fingers crossed.
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