It was a hairy crazy busy as snap day. Got sent down to the Hive for my utility day.Not only did I have an excellent crew but we had some other stuff going on so they actually sent extra officers down there to help. Something I haven't seen in the Hive in a good long time.
I kept up the boards and the lockup sheets and the count breakdown and made the files and the guys did all the rest.
We had six transfers off the bus, two sleepovers and five or six lockups from other places in the camp. Thirteen or fourteen altogether. Quite the busy day.
And despite all of that my guys managed to knock out both med passes and catch up on almost half of the nurses sick calls that didn't get done during the day. And get in a round of rec at the end of the night.
All I had to do (really) was just wave the baton and keep them in tempo and they did all of the real work. It was awesome.
The only real hiccup was when some idiot got stupid coming back from rec. The guys caught him with a small amount of tobacco and he tried to bull his way out of getting a violation.
What he almost ended up with was a movement team. They would have thumped him good and he would have spent most of the night with nothing in his cell but his boxers.
Luckily for him he wised up and all he got was a violation. I wanted to give him two, but Capt Wheelie nixed that. Ah, well.
It all worked out and we all got to go home in one piece at the end of the night which is all that really matters.
But my crew was really awesome. I'd work with them any night.
Ah one and a-two.......!
So here's the weekend lineup:
Wednesday is going to be National Zucchini Bread Day, Hairstylist Appreciation Day, Secretaries Day, Hug A Plumber Day and Malaria Awareness Day.
Thursday will be Richter Scale Day and National Pretzel Day as well as Hug An Australian Day and Poem In Your Pocket Day.
Friday is going to be Tell A Story Day, Arbor Day, Babe Ruth Day, Morse Code Day and National Prime Rib Day. Sweeeeet!
Prime rib....... droool.....
Well done, Maestro. Now if they would just let you wear a fancy conductor tuxedo you'd be all set.
ReplyDeleteDoug- I'd probably be less worried about spilling food on a tux than I am with that white shirt!
DeleteI've been thinking about your ghost and figured out the problem! See, you told the story of Ian O'scent, the fun loving Irish ball-knocker who was locked up over protecting his lass, during another rowdy round of Irish Pub singing. He has been trying to get out of that place forever and the one time someone actually opened the damn door, you then shut it and lock it back, teasing him even in the after-life. You need to leave that door open and let Ian know it's cool to come out and play now.
ReplyDeleteSorta Scot- If that's him, he could have walked out when I walked in. On the other hand, I'd much rather he stayed right there where I know where he is, thank you.
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