Karma Is A Cast-Iron Beeotch

It seems like it was just the other day that I was talking about working down in the Hive and how I might be missing that just a little bit.

Not all that much.  Just a little bit.

And guess where I ended up today?

Oh, you betcha.  And on a transfer day, too.

Between the transfers and the knuckleheads misbehaving we got twelve brand new customers in the space of eight hours.  Four of them one right after another between 3:30 and 4:00.  Then five transfers after count cleared.  Then three more spaced out over the rest of the evening.

And each and every one of them had a whine or a moan or a complaint.

None of which I heard nor even paid attention to.

For one thing I was too busy keeping the paperwork and the boards straight so we wouldn't mess up count.

For another thing I just didn't want to hear it.  My job, as far as I was concerned, was to keep these idiots secure in their cells and make sure none of them escaped or hurt anybody else.

Making them comfortable and happy is someone else's job, not mine.

Their being there was a result of their own karma, just as me being there was a result of mine.

The self-help guru's all say "If you aren't happy with your life, change it!"

Orrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr..........not, as the case may be.

I saw many of the same old names on the boards down there.  It was almost like I had never left.  Or they hadn't.  Or both.

I like to think I've grown and moved on.

But then I find myself right back there again.....