Fighting The Good Fight

Against boredom, mostly.

It seems that when we are doing our jobs properly and paying attention, then our biggest enemy is boredom.

I liken it to being the night watchman in a nuclear power plant. As long as we are vigilant to problems and monitor all of the gauges, then nothing should happen.

We can just clock out at the end of the night, tell the next shift "business as usual" and walk out the door.

But lawsy lawsy it makes for some long nights.

Luckily I spent the evening locked up in a house with TJ, Sgt McGiggles and Mr Toad. Quite the combination. Most of our evening was spent talking about movies and teevee shows and telling bad jokes. Really bad jokes.

Really really bad jokes.

Some of them should be criminal. I'm just saying.

And the worst part of the evening was after count cleared and TJ and Sarge went home and left me alone with Mr Toad.

The man is not a stunning conversationalist, to say the least.

It was less of a trial than being locked in a room with that annoying wobblehead last week.

But not by much.

Caught!

Well, they finally caught me. After four years, someone finally noticed that I never had stayed over to work a double shift. They caught me tonight. They had never gotten me on evenings cecause I worked the 2pm to 10 pm shift and they would have had to get me out of there early. The state says we have to have eight hours after two shifts before we can return... It doesn't make alot of sense to me, either. The people that were there when I came in this morning were there when I left tonight. But I got put out on the yard and the yard sargent likes me some so it was a good night. But Lawd! I am tired. I am going to bed. It was nice to get out of the hole for at least a day. Saw some new faces and saw some startled ones, too. Some of my frequent fliers saw me on the yard and did some great double-takes. It was fun. But I'm gonna be one grumpy mo-fo in the morning when my alarm goes off at five, trust me. 'Night, all.