I was cranky when I went in to work today. I'll admit it.
I was about half sick to my stomach and had the beginnings of a killer headache that only managed to get worse before it got any better. And it never did really go away. It's still hanging on in the background even now, pestering me. Like one of those people who will follow you to the parking lot to continue a pointless conversation just so they can hear the sound of their own voice.
If you can't tell, I'm still cranky even as I write this. My internet connection keeps going in and out and it's really pissing me off.
But I made sure when I got to the house that they knew that Sarge was in a bad mood. Good old Meatball went around to spread the word. I knew I could count on him.
And for the most part the little nits were as good as gold.
Well.... I wouldn't go that far. Gold plated turnips, maybe.
There was one young man who was trying to get out of something or another. Someone had been smoking in their room and the whole room got punished. He did ask me politely if he could discuss it with me and I agreed.
Things were going along well until he pulled out his rule book and started waving it in my face. I was just about to the point of wondering how funny he was going to be walking with that rule book shoved up his..... Anyway, one of his cellies jumped up and said "Thank you, Sarge! We get it now. Thanks for your help. Have a good evening, Sir!", sparing that annoying young man an impromptu prostate exam.
I guess I was getting "that look" in my eyes. I don't know.
But they seemed to get the point, as we needed no further discussion on the subject.
Now if I could just get that kind of cooperation without feeling so bad, I'd be happy.
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