It seems like just yesterday it was my monday and here the sumbitch is again!
It's always the hardest day of the week. Sometimes I feel like I need to be retrained just to come back to work after my weekend. I spend the whole day chasing after myself trying to get re-acclimated to the house. There's new offenders and there is always some little rule that they have changed while I was gone.
But many things are just the way I left them. The Singer is still in C-1, singing his heart out and laughing like the Riddler from Batman. The Flamer is still in B-13 all by his lonesome and the pile of kites we have intercepted from other offenders trying to move in with him grows by the day.
Sgt Miz p is back from vacation and Chuck is back from his two week hiatus after both a death in the family and his annual recert training.
I got my crew back. This is a good thing.
Even if it is a monday.
I survived it. Nobody got hurt and nobody escaped.
Now that it's over, I can say it was a good day.
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