Just Not Right

Some things are just not right. Where you just want to slap somebody upside the head and say "What the snap were you thinking???"

Putting me in the control center is one of those things.

I haven't been up there since they put the new panels in and I didn't have a clue what to do. I think I opened the wrong thing about thirty times and I know I hit the "clean screen" button and froze up my screen at least four times.

Fortunately I didn't do anything monumentally stupid.

And luckily for all of us Vinnie and Sgt Puddle showed up for work or we would all have been screwed.

I spent the first hour trying to figure out the dang panels and wanting to chew my own foot off.

I spent a good part of the next seven hours watching those two try to poison themselves with Pixie Sticks.

That wasn't pretty at all. They were like preteens with a platinum Visa card in Willy Wonka's factory.

I will probably never eat a Pixie Stick again and I didn't even have any.

Not to say we didn't have a good time. Once I stopped stressing out about the panels, anyway. We spent a good amount of time talking about songs and movies and books. We have alot of the same tastes.

Which worries me just a little sometimes.

But I think it worries them too, so it all works out.

I think I would have enjoyed it more if there wasn't so many things to screw up. But you can really screw up in the control center and I don't want any part of that mess. Give me one of those simple straightforward "Talk him down or thump him" situations every time.

My brain can handle those better.

Give me 200 inmates to account for at one time and in one house. Not 3000 of them scattered all over the place.

No thank you.