I may have pissed somebody off. I'm not exactly sure. But the way things have been going on the schedule, I suspect I have made the list.
When I left Friday I was penciled in to be on the front desk. That usually means that you stay there til 5 or so, then go out to the yard. Sometimes you have to go back at 9, and sometimes they send somebody else.
So, since it was snowing this morning, I dressed for the yard. When i got in, all bundled up, Lt Baby Boy looks at me and says "30 house."
I hate 30 house. It's the 'outside workers' house. The 'honor' house. The cells are just rooms and you can't lock the doors. Well, you can, but not so they can't get out. Only so other people can't get in. Each inmate there carries a key to his cell door so he can get in and out as they please.
And they do wander in and out of their rooms 24/7. Going to get ice or the bathroom or the showers or the microwaves. And there's not alot you can do about it.
Plus it's so hot in that place it's like spending the night in an EZ-Bake Oven.
It was a hot and boring and aggravating night, but nothing exceptional happened. I'm glad of that.
On the way out I checked the chrono to see where I was tomorrow.
And I very nearly gnawed my own lips off. They have me scheduled to be the bubble in 6 house with The Menace and Miz Train Wreck. Oh snap again!
Now either he's thinking "Let's put someone in there who can run a house and keep things moving on an even keel and maybe the place won't burn down."
Or he's thinking "I'm gonna get that lousy so and so and teach him a lesson!"
I hope it's the first, but fear it's the latter.
Whatever it was I did I promise I will never do it again!
Tomorrow is both Buzzard's Day and Everything You Think Is Wrong Day, as well as the Ides of March.
None of those bode real good auspices for my future happiness.
Wish me luck!
Mann Tracht, Un Gott Lacht - *That's an old Yiddish proverb that some translate to this: "Man plans, God laughs." I have had many occasions in my life to use that quotation.* *Don't ...
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