.... I were an octopus. It would make multi-tasking so much easier.
On the way down I stopped and asked the Lt at the desk how busy we were. He just smiled like nothing was going on at all and said "I think they locked up seventeen or eighteen today.."
Actually it was nineteen by the time Chuck and I got down there. Twenty, twenty-one and twenty-two showed up while we were trying to get our minds wrapped around the carnage. Twenty-three had the decency to show up much later in the evening.
Chuck and I threw ourselves into sorting out bags of property and filing things and stuffing the newcomers into cells while the Bear slaved away at the desk trying to make the numbers come out right.
Needless to say, we ran hard until after dinner and then it was time to do some rec. With that many lockups my rec sheet was a total mess and it is now about six inches thick with white out.
Amazingly enough we managed to knock out some rec during the night.
But you know what? I'm tired as hell. I'm going to bed.
Chief cook and bottle-washer - *I take my job as Cliff's cook seriously. It's easy, really, since he likes almost everything in the way of food, and so do I. Anyway, since I'm the cook...
13 hours ago