I was accidentally useful today. That was so startling that I almost decided to take the rest of the day off in shock.
I figured that was probably going to be the high point of my day.
It turned out that seeing Peggy Sue was actually the high point of my day, but that came later. But boy! That was nice.
Even though I have a radio (or several hundred of them) up in the comm room, I get a little disconnected from what is going on in the camp while I'm up there. I don't get to see any of the hustle and bustle and all the comings and goings. Heck, I don't even have a window.
Or a pot to pee in, for that matter. I have to go downstairs for that.
The first thing I knew that something had gone bad was when I heard Vinnie call over the radio for everybody to send their workers back to their housing units and prepare for a name and number count.
Oh snap. That means that somebody either screwed up or somebody was actually missing.
I hoped nobody was missing.
The phone rings and Sgt Puddle asks me to go down to the visiting room and send the barber back to his house. That entailed doing a quick inventory of the barber tools and strip searching him before sending him out.
Yeah, I could do that. No worries.
So I get the inventory and the strip search done and as I'm about to call him out to the yard, he says "I live in eight house now." No big deal. I thought he was in thirty house, but they move around all the time.
So I get on the radio and tell the yard that I'm sending the barber back to eight house and off he goes.
When I go back up front Sgt Puddle says "You sent the barber to eight house?"
I nodded and said "Yup. That's where he lives now."
Sgt Puddles eyes get real big and he says "Oh-oh..."
I said "Let me guess. The problem with count was a difference of one between eight and thirty?"
It was about then that I notice Capt Fluffy sitting in the control center nodding his head going "Ah-hah!" He points at Puddle and says "This is your fault!"
Even though we had figured out the problem we had already sent everybody back to their houses so we went ahead and did the name and number count anyway. Just to make sure we had the problem fixed.
I should have went ahead and gone home at that point but then Peggy Sue popped by to visit and I got one of those spectacular hugs of hers. Made me see little twinkly things in my eyes for about twenty minutes, she did. Made my whole night.
So, my dogs really enjoyed International Dog Biscuit Appreciation Day. Between the two of them they appreciated quite a few biscuits.
Tomorrow is National Tortilla Chip Day. Hmm... a little salt and some mild salsa..... yeah. I'm all over that! Ole!
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