An Old Spanish Custom

Rumor has it that the siesta was first accepted as a custom in Spain hundreds of years ago. Every afternoon everything would come to a halt in the heat of the day and everybody would catch a quick nap. Because, from what I've heard, summers in Spain can be brutal.

And who wants to work when it's so freaking hot?

Better off catching a nap and recharging your batteries rather than working yourself to death in the heat of the day.

The whole camp felt like that this afternoon.

Not exactly sure what the high was today. Somewhere around 104, I think. An announcement was made: No running, no weight lifting, no basketball or handball or baseball. They were trying to keep the number of heat related injuries to a minimum.

I applauded that decision.

Even if it meant that the inmates were bored, at least none of them were getting sick and falling out running the track or on the basketball court.

Mostly they were sitting in the shade talking. A few of them seemed to be asleep under the trees.

It was almost..... bucolic. I think that's the right word. Calm and peaceful and kind of boring.

Even the knuckleheads down in the Hive were laying down and behaving themselves. It was just too hot to act the fool, it seems.

Gotta be one good thing about it being so dang hot, I guess.

Saturday is going to be Meteor Day, and..... I screwed up and listed the days wrong on my last post. Ah well. We'll just stick with meteor Day and call it good, shall we?

Glad That's Over!

Whew! I'm glad that night is over. What a freaking nightmare.

You know, working in a prison is very dicey at times. It's alot like working around large dangerous machinery or caustic chemicals or one of those biotech labs where you have to wear the big space suits all the time. All it takes is one screwup to ruin your whole day.

This afternoon a combination of things all happened at the same time and managed to screw up our count something wonderful. And one of the things we tend to take pretty seriously is our count. If count is bad, nothing else happens until we get it right again.

We knew it was going to be complicated, because it was transfer day and, as usual, the transfers showed up right before count. Really should do something about that timing.

Like I said, a combination of things happened and we could just not get the numbers to add up. We kept having different places recount and I'd call the Lt and give an update.

Finally, we had to admit defeat and the Captain said "Send them all back and do a name and number count." and he came up to the control center to supervise, as he was supposed to do. We sent all the inmates back to their houses and called for a name and number count.

I suspected where one of the problems was, but the only way to be sure was to send them all back and do a name and number count, which we did. And when it finally cleared (almost an hour late) it turned out I was right, but by then it was too late to do anything about it.

So everybody managed to get all pissed off about count being screwed up and everything being late. Some square staff case manager came up and chewed out one of my officers for being curt with him on the phone during the count while I was off doing something else. I wish I had been there. I would have been curt with him in person. And probably made a remark about wearing his big girl panties to work next time.

Not very professional of me, I know. Still getting the hang of this stuff.

And more odd things happened.

A car was driving slowly up and down the public road behind the prison and making the P-car drivers nervous. We're trained to watch for suspicious activity and that looked suspicious.

About the time I was on the phone reporting that to the Captain, the guy driving suspiciously was on the phone trying to get hold of me. Turns out he lives back there. And there's a mother fox and her kits living down by the firing range and he was driving back and forth hoping his kids would get to see them.

I explained that my guys were doing their jobs and that making people with loaded shotguns nervous wasn't a good idea but I was glad his kids got to see the foxes.

Then the other P-car driver came up and got me and said he thought there was a bag of clothes down by the training building. I almost freaked out when he said that and I was glad he didn't say it on the radio. That would have gotten us locked right back down again and started another count.

Turned out it wasn't clothes at all, but a bag of string mop heads for the porter in the training building. Someone had just hung them over the railing and left them there by mistake.

All in all, the whole night left me feeling drained. If I hadn't had a good crew up there, I would have been seriously hosed.

But it's over now. Nobody escaped and nobody got hurt. That's what counts.

So Wednesday is going to be National Columnists Day, Decide To Be Married Day, "Happy Birthday To You" Day and National Indian Pudding Day.

Thursday is going to be Paul Bunyan Day, National Bomb Pop Day, National Handshake Day and National Tapioca Day.

Friday will be Camera Day, Leap Second Time Adjustment Day, NOW (National Organization for Women) Day and National Almond Buttercrunch Day.

How many Indians do you need to make that pudding?

Some Random Book Porn

I hope nobody was offended by that title.

Of course considering I spent the formative time of my blogging career blithely chatting about grown men smearing themselves with poop, maybe I shouldn't worry too much about offending people.

Not that I worry overly about that anyway, you understand. But I do know that some of you are prone to delicate constitutions.

One of the great loves in my life is the printed word. I pretty much taught myself to read before I got to school and when they tried to get me to read "Dick and Jane" I tossed that aside and was reading Isaac Asimov instead. And I have never looked back.

I remember once seeing an ad on teevee for the Evelyn Wood Speed Reading course and I wanted to get it. My mother threatened to beat my butt if I went anywhere near a speed reading course as they couldn't keep me in books fast enough as it was.

At the moment I am reading several books at the same time.

The Sherlock Holmes Mysteries by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle.

Coraline by Neil Gaiman.

How To Attract The Wombat by Will Cuppy.

And The Seven Habits of Highly Effective People by Stephen Covey.

That last one is going to be a chore. I'm not all that good with nonfiction unless it's history or true crime or something like that.

I read for fun. And entertainment. And escape from the real world, believe it or not.

My office right now holds somewhere around four hundred books. It's a little crowded, but it's comfy.

As you can probably guess by now, nothing of importance or of any great humor happened at work this evening. That's a good thing, in retrospect.

I'll just skip to the calendar, then.

Tuesday is going to be National Chocolate Pudding Day, and... that's about it.

Hey! Chocolate pudding!

Change Of Plans

Well.... That changed. Whoops.

Supposed to be on my one day off before I start recert in the morning. That's how it goes. You get one day off before and one after.

Lt Sienna calls me this afternoon and says "Are you okay? You didn't come in to work and you didn't call in or anything!"

Whups. They had me down as a "no call no show" which is pretty bad. I splained that I was on my TDO (Training Day Off) before recert and he told me "We took you off of the list for recert. You're supposed to be here!"

I allowed as how it would have been nice if someone would have told me that. He agreed with me. Hopefully we can just write this off as miscommunication. I'll go ahead and burn another eight hours of sick leave and we'll call it good.

So I guess I'll go in and work my regular shift tomorrow.

That beats the heck out of getting up with the chickens to go to training, trust me. Let other folks, them "morning-type" people get up with the chickens. I'll sleep in with the dogs.

Monday is going to be Log Cabin Day, Color Teevee Day, Please Take My Children To Work Day and National Strawberry Parfait Day.

Dang chickens!

Took A Sick Day

I did actually call in sick today. For several reasons.

My flu is getting better, but I'm having a couple of negative side effects from the antibiotics. Mainly having to run to the bathroom every five minutes.

I'd actually gotten dressed and had all my stuff piled up on the table ready to go. And just as I was heading out to the door I got cramps in my guts that sent me scurrying back to the bathroom, sweating.

When I managed to get out of the bathroom about fifteen minutes later I thought "Frack it. I have almost five months worth of sick leave saved up. I'm going to use a day."

As an added bonus, we moved our daughter and her two kids out into their own place today so i got to have the house all to myself for a couple of hours.

Peace and quiet.... Ahhhh................

Snap, that was nice.

It still remains to be seen if I will post next week or not. I'm in recert training and I'll be up early. And you know what that does to my disposition.

We'll see, I guess. Maybe I will learn something. Who knows?

Sunday is going to be Museum Comes To Life Day, International Fairy Day (don't go there), Log Cabin Day and National Pralines Day.

You went there, didn't you?

Didn't Even Make It Inside

Sometimes I don't even make it inside the fence before I have something to write about. Heck, today I just barely made it out of the parking lot.

Normally, I don't have alot of contact with the admin people across the street. I go there twice a month for my check stub and now and then for some paperwork, but for the most part I leave them to their world and they leave me to mine.

It's not that they aren't nice people or anything. I know almost all of them and many of them know me.

It's just... they're admin and I'm custody. Even though we all have the same ultimate goal and job to perform, we move in way different circles.

I try to stay out of their way and for the most part they stay out of mine.

Anyway, I'm walking through the admin building after checking my mail box and on my way out the back door when one of the assistant wardens comes around the corner. He looks at me and smiles real big and raises his fist in the air and says "Go get 'em!"

I just stopped and raised an eyebrow and said "What?"

He pumps both fists in the air like a cheerleader and says "Go on in there and get 'em!"

I just looked at him for a second and he smiles again and says "You don't look happy to be here! Why not?"

I just shook my head and said "You aren't supposed to be smoking that stuff here."

He laughs and punches me in the shoulder and says "Boy! Wouldn't that make working here easier!" And he laughs again and heads on upstairs to his office.

Maybe I'll just let the stuff in my mailbox pile up a little longer.

Sheesh!

I've heard that Uncle T is out of the hospital and back home. Hopefully he'll be able to come back to work soon. It's too hot for me to be out on the yard.

Saturday is going to be National Pink Day, Pink Flamingo Day, Let It Go Day, The Great American Backyard Campout and National Pecan Sandy Day.

Think pink!
And go green (but only in a totally legal way).

A Long Week

What with the training and all, I've worked twelve days in a row. I know that's not alot or anything, but it seems like a long time to me.

And next week is going to be even screwier.

Off weds-Thurs.
Work Fri-Sat.
Off Sunday.
Training again Monday through Friday.
Off on Saturday and then back to work again.

It's no wonder I can't get any sleep!

Here's the weekend lineup:
Wednesday is going to be Ice Cream Soda Day, American Eagle Day, Ann & Samantha Day (?) and National Vanilla Milkshake Day.

Thursday will be Cuckoo Warning Day (again, I don't have a clue), Atheists Solidarity Day, Handshake Day and National Peaches and Cream Day.

And Friday will be National Chocolate Eclair Day, Stupid Guy Thing Day and Take Your Dog To Work Day.

When is Catch Up On Your Sleep Day?

Not Good News

Got some bad news today. Sgt Uncle T is in the hospital.

I knew he'd been sick for almost a month. The same bronchitis and associated ick that had all of us down for the past week. It's just hard to kick those lung ailments when you smoke.

He was at work yesterday and seemed okay. Looked and sounded fine. Gave me a bunch of grief just because he could.

Hey, we're guys. It's what we do.

Anyway, he didn't show up today and they held Miz Sgt Wildcat over from day shift. I was wondering what happened.

It wasn't until later in the shift that I heard he was in the hospital. From what I hear the bronchitis turned into pneumonia and other associated problems.

He best get his big butt better and come back to work soon. Too dang hot for me to stay out on the yard. I'm spoiled. I need an office with air conditioning.

Tuesday is going to be Make Sgt Uncle T Better Day.

And National Dry Martini Day, for criminy sakes.

Just Can't Get Comfortable

Too much snot in my head and too much snap in my mind. Sorry.

Monday is going to be International Panic Day (ohhh... snap), Ride Your Motorcycle To Work Day, International Sushi Day and International Picnic Day.

Pack your own lunch for that one.

Shoulda Took A Sick Day

Yeah. I guess I'm on of that 32%.

Everyone in my house has been sick for the last three days. Except me.

The wife, the daughter, both grandkids. Bronchitis and sinus infections. We have gone through enough Kleenex in the last couple of days to fund a small country. And our kitchen counter looks like a pharmacy. I'm willing to bet Walgreens will call us if they run short of any children's cold meds in the next day or two.

I've been lucky.

Well, I was lucky for a couple of days, anyway.

Woke up this morning coughing and hacking. The wife said "Are you getting sick?"

"Nope."

"You look like you don't feel good."

"Nope. I'm fine."

To prove it I helped her move books and bookshelves all morning so we can clear out the extra room so our daughter has some space for herself.

That almost kilt me but I wouldn't admit it. I really should have stayed home today. Chills, fever, cough and sniffles... the whole works.

Me, I blame those rotten kids.

I'll feel better or worse tomorrow. I'm sure of it.

Sunday is going to be Watergate Day and Eat Your Vegetables Day.

But I wouldn't recommend the vegetables at the Watergate.

I hear they might have bugs.

Not Dead Yet

Well, that was a dumb move on my part.

I was going to be in training all the rest of the week and I fully intended (knowing it was going to mess with my sleeping schedule) to make an announcement that I wasn't going to post anything this week. Rather, I was just going to come home and go to bed instead of writing.

As a matter of fact, I did add that announcement at the end of my post for Monday night.

But when I went to publish that post blogger went kerflooey and it just disappeared. And I tend to type fast when I'm in the groove so when I went back to reopen the draft, I only got about half of the post. The autosave hadn't caught up with me before my post went poof.

Nuts.

I then had to try and recreate what I was going to say from memory. Obviously, I forgot to put in the bit about being in training all week.

So there you are.

In case you were wondering, I've been in training all week. Sergeants Skill Building. Kind of a distilled version of the training I got earlier in the year right after I promoted. But more focused on actually dealing with staff rather than making sure we knew that we weren't supposed to tie our boots together when we got dressed in the morning.

It was a small class. Only ten of us altogether, so we got alot of personal interaction and the classes went smooth and quick. The instructor was awesome and just dead sexy as well (in case he's reading this) and he kept things light and interesting for all four days. Plus it helped that he used to be one of us and he knew exactly where we were coming from when we had questions.

One of the things we touched on in class was social networking sites and how so many people shoot themselves in the foot on them.

Facebook and blogs.... and stuff. (rolls his eyes)

I do try to behave myself.

So.... another thirty two hours of training under my belt for the year. I'm up to seventy two hours so far. And the last week of the month I'll be in training for another forty.

Hopefully since I will have gotten almost three years worth of training hours in six months I won't have to do any more this year.

And just in case something happens and I forget to write it or blogger goes toes up on me again... I'LL BE IN TRAINING THE LAST WEEK OF THE MONTH AND I PROBABLY WON'T BE POSTING ANYTHING!!!

But then again I might, you never know.

So! Saturday I am back to work my regular shift again. And it will be National Hollerin' Contest Day, Bloom's Day, Fudge Day, Ladies Day for Baseball, Recess At Work Day and World Juggling Day.

And just in case you were wondering, everybody in the house is sick but me. Bronchitis.

Wife... Daughter... Both Grand kids.

Yikes.

We Call Those Escape Tools!

There are certain things that offenders are never supposed to have inside any jail or prison anywhere, any time. Simple common sense things that anyone who has ever watched "Hogans Heroes" knows should never be in the hands of anyone inside the fence.

Dangerous or narcotic drugs, of course. Weapons. Cell phones. Two way radios. Wire cutters. Picks and shovels. Cutting torches. Lock picks. Rope. Ladders. Cash money. The secret bug in the coffee pot thing. That sort of stuff.

And freaking maps. Especially maps of the institution. Those are a major no-no.

If we did a search and found an offender in possession of a map of the institution he would get locked up immediately and transferred to another higher-security camp so fast it would make his head swim.

So today I'm walking down the hall in 10 house and I happen to glance over at one of the drawings the counselors had one of the inmates do for a class. And what do I see? A fairly good representation of this whole side of the prison, all done in felt pen on a 2-1/2x3' piece of paper taped to the wall.

It hit me and I thought "Hmm.... that shouldn't be there."

And when I looked inside the room there were close to a dozen more just like it taped up all over that walls.

I said "Are they fracking kidding me?"

Called Lt Wyatt and told him and he almost had kittens. Told me to take them down and confiscate them. And to send a memo to the boss and remind him gently that we aren't supposed to allow that sort of thing.

So off I went, through all three wings. Taking down maps and adding them to my pile.

Twenty one maps. Twenty freaking one of them. Some were kind of crude but some were pretty accurate, showing fences and walkways and such in pretty good detail.

Lt Sienna said "The counselors do that every year. And every year we confiscate them."

Are these people even on the same planet as I am?

Tuesday is going to be Machine Day, Crowded Nest Awareness Day (oh freaking yeah), Loving Day and National Peanut Butter Cookie Day.

Crowded crowded nest.

A Bit Stressed, But It Worked For Me

Sheez.... After the hard evening with all the running and the fire alarms and whatnot I didn't sleep good at all last night. I could still hear those stupid alarms ringing in my head and my legs cramped up several times in the night, bringing me out of a sound sleep.

Then we had a rather rough morning at our house. Kids screaming. Dogs barking. Too many kids in the house.

Was rather stressed when I got to work and things didn't get any better. LT Sienna told me three of my guys were out and I was getting three utility officers.

**Sigh**

Not that I have anything against utilities. They make this place run. If it wasn't for them we'd be severely hosed. But it always works better when you have people who know the house and the offenders and don't have to be told what to do.

I made sure and told them "Let the inmates know that Sarge has had a bad day and isn't in the mood for any silliness."

Don't know for sure if that was the main reason, but we had a pretty calm night. And the silliness was kept to a minimum. The ones I caught doing the two things that get my goat the worst, pants sagging or putting their hands down their pants.... All I had to do was top and look at them and they fixed the problem and apologized. A few of them even called me "Sir."

I don't like being in a bad mood.

But tonight it worked for me.

Monday is going to be National Hug Holiday and King Kamehameha Day as well as National German Chocolate Cake Day.

Mahalo nui loa na ho'olaule'a me la kaua!

There Wasn't No Freaking Fire

Jeez. And here I was thinking it was just going to be another boring day in 25 house, where hardly anything ever happens.

I guess that's what I get for thinking, eh?

Hadn't been in the house but a few minutes. Just long enough to get a pot of coffee going when they called a Code 70 over in B-Dining.

That's a fire alarm, in case you were wondering.

I'm most of the way across the camp and I wonder briefly who is here that can get to it.
No, he's off today. No, he's not here, either. No... No... No... He's here but he's further away that I am.

Snap! I have to go.

Out the gate and through. Hey! Someone left a golf cart unattended. Sweet! Snagged that sucker and drove the rest of the way. They were frying potatoes on the griddles for chow and the smoke most likely set off the detector. No fire. Just smoke.

I no sooner 10-6 it when Lt Stringbean calls me. I know what he wants. Paperwork on the alarm. Yeah yeah. I tell him I'll get to it when I can.

I get my paperwork written but don't send it over yet.

About an hour later when we are halfway through count one of the offenders up in D-wing passes smooth out on the floor. A Code 16 (medical emergency) gets called. I run through my wing to count and toss my count sheet to Miz Slim and rush upstairs.

He just passed out. Not really sure why, but he's okay now.

Since we are so close to the sally port, we get to go process vehicles through when they come in on our shift. About 6:30 Tilt and I are out in the sally port processing a vehicle inside when we hear a noise.

A dang fire alarm!

Tilt looks at me and then at the house.

"Is that us?"

Snap! Race into the house and start chasing the offenders out. Some were asleep. Some were in the shower. One guy was halfway through a haircut.

Chase 'em outside anyway. Wet and hairy.

Trot all the way up to the top and start working my way down, checking. Five floors up and six down, counting the basement. Nothing! No fire.

10-6 that one. Tear up my old memo and write a new one about two fire alarms.

About an hour after that I'm sitting in my office when the alarm goes off again. It's a good thing that sucker is loud because I said some really unprofessional snit right about then.

Chase them all out again. Then all the way to the top and back down checking for a fire.

Nothing, of course. 10-6 that one.

Tear up the newer old memo and write another one about three fire alarms.

Just about the time I think I can sit and relax....

"Raccoon Station to all radio units.... Lock down and prepare for a name and number count!"

What the snap? An hour and a half early?!? Oh... snap.

I never did find out what that was all about. But apparently nobody was missing.

And I spent the rest of the evening waiting for the other shoe to drop and wondering what it would be this time....

So glad this night is over.

Sunday is going to be National Yo-Yo Day, Alcoholics Anonymous Founders Day, Ball Point Pen Day and National Iced Tea Day.

I like my yo-yo's with lemon and sugar, thank you.

Not Even Bribery

At least once a day someone will ask me "So.... How's that Sergeant thing working out?"

Most of the time I'll roll my eyes and shrug and say "I don't think it's killed me yet. But I could be wrong."

"Are you sorry you did it now?"

Yeah. Kind of. I had alot less worries when I wasn't the one in charge. When someone had a question I could always just throw a thumb over my shoulder and say "Ask the Sarge."

Now it's someone else pointing at me and saying "Ask the Sarge."

Half of the time I look around and say "We have a Sergeant?"

Oh yeah. That's me. Snap.

I have seven days left of my probation. I've been told it's a pass/fail thing. Lt Beez said "I have your probation paperwork. I'll get it filled out and turned in the first of the week."

I offered him five bucks to fail me. Heck, I figured since he's an ex-Marine he probably can't count very high and he'd think that's alot of money.

No dice. I changed tactics. Said he if he didn't fail me that he obviously didn't have a hair on his.... head. He still wouldn't go for it.

Not that I really want to fail, you understand. I'm just naturally reticent about being in charge. Kind of neurotic. Like Woody Allen with a badge, if you can imagine that.

I have issues.

Some parts of my life would be easier if I was still just a COI.

But then I wouldn't have all of that fun paperwork to do almost every day. Whatever would I do with my time?

I still have seven days.

Let's see.... Saturday is going to be Donald Duck Day, International Young Eagles Day, The Wicket World of Croquet Day and National Strawberry Rhubarb Pie Day.

I'll take the strawberries, you can keep the rhubarb.

Too Tired To Post

Sorry, but it's been a long week.

Tired.

Bushed.

Too pooped to post.

Tomorrow (Wednesday) is going to be Teacher's Day and National Applesauce Cake Day.

Nite. nite.

Trash Bags

I usually don't post "personal" stuff here. I figure my personal life is my own to deal with.

After all, I started writing this mainly as a means to vent my frustrations at work, of which there were many at the time.

Anyway, here's something personal that's getting to me right now. I hope you aren't too offended or dismayed.

Eons ago, in a galaxy far away... the wife and I became foster parents for the first time. Our ultimate goal was to adopt a couple of kids to call our own. That did and didn't work out so well, but that's another story entirely.

Over the years we had a lot of different kids in our home. Over the on and off space of about ten years we had forty or fifty different kids staying with us. The shortest stay was overnight. The longest was a couple of years.

At one point we had eleven kids in our house at the same time. That was horrible.

Anyway, each time they brought us another kid they brought us most of their stuff jammed into black plastic trash bags. Not luggage or even cardboard boxes. Just a pile of black plastic trash bags.

I always thought that was kind of a sad commentary on how kids were being treated.

When they left us we tried to at least send them on with some halfway decent cardboard boxes to keep their stuff in. It was the least we could do.

Our house has been completely kid free for the last couple of years now and alot of the old scars were fading and I was really enjoying the peace and quiet. I was becoming a hermit and liking it.

This weekend our adopted daughter shows up with her two little girls. They'd lost their place and needed somewhere to stay until she got back on her feet again.

We couldn't say no, of course. And we can't afford to rent her an apartment. So what choice did we have, really?

Now once again, after numerous trips back and forth to pick up her stuff and bring it all here.....

There's a large pile of black plastic trash bags in my garage full of toys and kids clothes. And strange kids sleeping in our guest room again.

And one day soon something either good or bad will happen and they will go away.

I'm really starting to hate black plastic trash bags.

Okay, I'm done. Just had to get that off of my chest.

Tuesday is going to be Old Maid's Day, Audacity To Hope Day, Doo-Dah Day (The national salute to silliness) and National Cheese Day.

Doo-Dah... Doo-Dah...

Telling Ghost Stories

As you may or may not know if you've been here awhile, I work in a prison that was once a century old insane asylum.

Sure, they called it a "Psychiatric Hospital" but that's just like putting a dress on a pig. It was a funny farm. A nut hut. The boobie hatchery. A cracker factory. A looney bin.

I know... It sounds like the premise for a cheap horror film. But it's true.

I couldn't hardly believe it myself when I got here. Standing around out side thinking "Really? Do I even want to walk inside this place?"

Some people who have worked there for years and haven't seen anything out of the ordinary. And when I start telling my ghost stories they look at me like I've grown a second head or something.

Cowboy came up to me tonight and said that someone is writing a book based loosely on the truth about this place and making it the horror novel that it just screams out to be. I offered up a few ideas for plot twists.

But I swear, if they make a movie about it, people will just say "Well, duh! They made a prison out of an old mental hospital? What were they thinking? Of course it's haunted! And nobody in their right mind would want to work there, right?"

Nobody in their right mind. Exactly.

Monday morning will dawn bright and early as Festival Of Popular Delusions Day as well as Apple II Day, Hot Air Balloon Day and National Gingerbread Day.

Popular delusions...... yeah.

His Name Is What?

I was sitting in my office on the computer looking at the computer version of our newsletter. There's a column every month about the people who get hired and fired or transferred.

There was one name that jumped out at me in the new hire list.

I just sat there and wracked my brains and said "I know that name..."

It was very distinctive. I won't say what it was exactly because....

Well, you know.

Anyway, it was a name you would remember mostly because it had a unique spelling of the first name. Just for snits and grins I'll say his name was Jawn Dillinger. And it really bothered me when I saw that name on the new hire list.

Leaping into action, (figuratively) I got on the AS-400 system and typed "Jawn Dillinger" into the offender database. And got results.

Out of the entire state, how many people do you think ended up in prison with the name Jawn Dillinger?

Two. And one of them had been down in the Hive a couple of times while I was working down there. That's how come I remembered him. The other one got out of prison back in 1989.

I really do hope there are at least three people in this state with that same funky name.

And I do hope that this new one isn't related to the other two.

What are the chances?

Sunday is going to turn out to be Repeat Day. Repeat Day. (grin) As well as Children's Awareness Day, Chimborazo Day (any help with that?) and National Egg Day.

Repeat Day.

I just hope it isn't a repeat of today.

Too Much Company

Too much company in my house tonight. All at freaking once and after work when I'm used to the house being quiet and having it all to myself.

At one point we had both kids one daughter in law and all three grandkids milling around at the same time.

Holy snap.

So whatever it was I was going to write is completely gone. Along with any hope of getting to sleep before 2 am.

**sigh**

Saturday is going to be National Rocky Road Day, National Bubba Day, Yell "Fudge" At The Cobras In North America Day (really?) and Pencil Day.

Fudge!

Cobras or no.