OK all caugth up after this

         Today is the day I get to go to PASS so they can analyze me. This should be an interesting experience. I don’t want to do this. I already have my doctors and therapist. So I pretty much just need to put on a good show, just like in an interview. Hopefully it won’t take more than an hour because this is my Friday. I want to just go home and catch up on my sleep then start my weekend. Hopefully they will just sign off on me showing up and not make me come back. I mean I have an appointment with my therapist on the 27^th and an appointment with my psychiatrist on the 28^th.

     If Catrenna don’t keep here hands off my keyboard I’m going to start breaking fingers.

            Anyway, before I was so rudely interrupted, I was going no where with my rant. Next topic. I went over to my buddy Donny’s house yesterday after work and when I get there I am jumped by at least 3 kids, if not more. I start talking to the boys playing video games. This is when they proceed to tell me they have no memory card for the PS2 I gave them. I told them that was too bad. Then it happened. They looked at ME and stated that I needed to get them one. First of all, I gave them the game console with a bunch of games for nothing. Second of all, ya’ll got parents. Ask them for a memory card. Kids spoil easy. You have to be so careful these days. And yeah I know, I was probably like that when I was a kid, but damn. I love all them kids to death, they just crack me up.

            Catrenna is laughing her fucking ass off at what I typed above about her. I told her she made it into my blog and I will post this one. I just heard the funniest damn song. It’s a rap song called That Baby Don’t Look Like Me. The title pretty much sums up the song. That makes for a good laugh. I’m gonna have to check the video out when I get home. Last night I was telling my Dad a story about something I was told. In the story I said that one of the guys said “That’s what’s up.” My Dad looked at me and asked what does that mean. So I told him it means he understands. My Dad went on a small rant about the way some people talk these days; one being me as well. He said something that made me laugh. He said someday you’re gonna ask what time is it. And the response is gonna be chocolate bar. That’s what’s up.

                        Camo shorts and bubble kush.

I wanna talk she’d rather fuss,

Bout this and that and such and such.

Damn where is the fucking trust?

            Sorry, went off on a whole Lil Wayne thing. I just can’t seem to get it out of my head. Well I believe that I have said all I want to say today. So I will holler at ya’ll later.

Still catching up on everything I wrote

I hate being where I am in life. This fucking sucks. She could have gave me some mother fucking warning that she is getting fed up and thinking about ending it. All I want is one more chance. I want to live in the same house with my children and wife. I tried as hard as I fucking could. I have some things about me that I don’t even like, but I’m trying like hell to not say stupid and hateful shit. Hell, I don’t even think like that anymore. I have actually grown, mentally. God, I would give my balls for one more chance with the only woman I ever really loved. This fucking hurts so bad. How can you not hate yourself for breaking the trust of the only person that means everything to you? And I’m never going to get her back. Fuck. I just want my kids, wife, heart, and life back.

Still catching up

  Okay. Fuck it. I miss the hell out of my wife and I can’t get over her. Not even a little. Last night I sent her a text message that simply said I miss you. I did not expect any response at all. But she actually did. She said OK. Then I made the mistake of trying to talk to her about us. Big fucking mistake. Now I know that she loves me like a friend. I thought that was a teenage thing. And I guess it’s just me, but I don’t understand how you can just change your feelings that quick for someone. And on top of that my job mandated me to go to PASS yesterday. PASS is a program with mental health people you can talk to if you work for the Sheriff’s Office or the police department. The mandate I was given stated that I was admitted to Parthenon Pavilion on May 30, 2010 for suicidal tendencies. It also stated that I was currently going through a divorce and seemed depressed per supervisor. It’s been almost five months since I was in the hospital. I have absolutely no desire to kill myself. And my divorce is moving at a snails pace, which is fine with me. If the divorce does go all the way I will learn to except that and move past it as best as I can. As far as the shit about being depressed, I have been depressed for a long ass time. I am actually doing a hell of a lot better. My medications are working great and I feel better than ever. I can think more clearly than ever before. It’s amazing. I go to therapy and a psychiatrist. So the last thing I need is PASS. I am already doing everything I can for my mental wellbeing.

Cathing up on my posts

  Sunday morning. This will probably be a long day, but I will try my hardest to have a nice day. Good news for me is my left side of my stomach stopped hurting finally. It has been hurting the last couple of days. Everyone around me, including me, that it was either a kidney stone or a kidney infection. But I woke up this morning and no pain at all. Anyways. I think I’m going to go do my weekly bag audit so it will be finished for the day. I’m not going to do my supply order until tomorrow.

            Well, less than an hour later and Wendy and I have done our bag audit and ten releases. Now they are scheduling dress outs. Hopefully we can knock everything out early and be done for the day. I mean it is Sunday and I do want to watch some football. I am not sure who the Titans play, but I am going to watch as much of it as I can. I wonder if the Bears can pull out a win today. I kind of feel like writing a story today. I think I might give it a stab.

            It was a cool October morning when Peter stepped out on his front porch. He was headed off to work, or at least that was as far as he knew. He walked over to his garage and opened the doors with his keychain. For a moment he just looked around. Then a smile began to spread across Peter’s face when he saw his cream colored Aston Martin Vantage. He walked over to it and admired its beauty before jumping in. When he revved up the engine he knew it was time to go. Peter shot down his driveway and out of his cul-de-sac.

            After his wife, Haley, hears the engine fading out of ear shot she grabs her cell phone. She begins typing quickly and then she sends her message out. She climbs out of bed and goes to the restroom. When she finishes up in the bathroom her phone goes off. Haley runs over to her night stand to retrieve her message. She gets the smallest, little smile and a tiny giggle. She puts her phone back down and runs into her walk in closet. A good twenty or so minutes goes by and Haley is out and ready to face the day. She looks stunning. Her long sandy blonde hair goes midway down her back and her make up is perfect. Today she wants everybody to look at her. She is dressed all in black. From the black dress to the black stockings with black boots, she is ready to go. She steps outside with a bit of bounce in her step. Haley goes over to the garage and heads straight for the Range Rover, also black. When she turns the engine over her Keith Urban CD immediately starts. She backs out of the garage, pushes the button that closes all the doors to the garage, and takes off.

            On the way to work Peter gets a call from an old friend, Lauren. Lauren knows Peter and Haley both very well from college. Apparently she had had a big fight with her husband, Phong, the night before about the kids and he walked out on her. Now he had never walked out and not returned the same night. Lauren wanted to know if Peter had heard from him since last night. He had not. Lauren was very worried. Peter told Lauren that he could call Haley and see if she could come by and stay with her until they knew what was going on. Lauren did not hesitate at the offer. So Peter called Haley and caught her up on the situation. She had no problem going over to Lauren’s; she just had some errands to run first.

            After Haley finished what little running she had to do she hurried over to Lauren’s. Once there, she knocked on the front door. After a minute or so Lauren opened the door with tears in her eyes. “I don’t know where Phong is and I’m scared.” Lauren cried on Haley’s shoulder. Haley helps Lauren back into the house. They walk over to the couch and both sit down. Haley goes through her purse looking for her pack of tissue. When she finds it she gives it to Lauren. After a few moments she starts to calm down and explain what happened. “Thomas got expelled from school yesterday.” said Lauren. Haley lets out a gasp. “What? Why?”. “Well they apparently found a bag of pot in his backpack after lunch. They also think he was high when they busted him.” “Oh my Lord.” said Haley. Lauren goes on to explain, “I wanted to ground him and take away his games and things, but Phong had a different plan. He thought that Peter should have been arrested for having the pot.” Haley asks Lauren why Phong would want that to happen to his own son. Lauren said that Phong wanted to really teach him a lesson.

            While Lauren and Haley are talking over the events of the night before, Peter is about five minutes from work. Peter works about an hour and a half from their home in Savannah. His phone rings; it’s Phong calling. He had gone out drinking after the fight with his wife and wrecked his car. He was calling from Mercy Hospital. Peter told him that he was on his way there to see him. Peter called his secretary and explained what was going on briefly and told her he would not be in today.

            So Peter took Phong home to Lauren. They worked everything out and Haley and Peter went home for the rest of the day.

THE END

            Yeah… I couldn’t really figure out what I wanted to do with that. Sorry. Hope you weren’t too into it. How would you finish off this story? I just think it could go so many places. I would like some input on this, people. I love writing stories because your imagination can take you anywhere. That story was just not coming to me so easily. Oh well. I tried.

Friday

Well, let’s see. It’s October first, two thousand ten. My blog is called Wake Me When September Ends. It ended. So I guess that means I need to change the name of this thing. It’s seven seventeen in the morning. I am at work. There are twenty two males and eleven females down in Booking. I got here at a quarter to seven and since I’ve been here I have done the morning audit, checked the stock, relieved third shift, pulled stock for the dressouts we will do today, and switched the laundry from a bin it’s not supposed to be in to a bin made for laundry. I got quite a bit down in a half hour.

            I got 6 new CDs from a friend yesterday, but I left them at work. So I’m enjoying them right now. I’m listening to Drake. I have been wondering about this album. Just haven’t had the money to get. Besides Drake I also got Lil Wayne – I Am Not a Human Being, Fabolous – There Is No Competition, Gucci Mane – The Appeal, Jeremih – All about You, and Freddie Gibbs – Str8 Killa. I got a lot of new music to listen to. I’m excited. What’s really nice about these CDs is that they are just CD-R discs and were free, so if I don’t like something, I will just pass it on to someone else. Drake has a flow kind of resembling Lil Wayne. I like it. And it’s got an R&B feel to it as well.

            Laundry just called me and the last thing we need back here is more fucking laundry. We are covered for the whole weekend, which is all I care about. We will get more laundry Monday. We do get the supply order today that I ordered yesterday. It was 54 degrees outside this morning. I wish this time of year would last forever. Well, releases are here and dressouts are scheduled, so I guess I’ll be back later. It’s now eight twelve and I have done my releases but the dressouts haven’t shown up yet. But my supervisor was nice enough to call to tell me I she needs me to fill on of our red bins up with supplies so the inmate worker can make the mesh bags up for dressouts. I feel like just staying back here in property today, but she going to find a way to make me come out.

            Well I took care of the supplies and my dressouts are done now too. It’s only nine twenty two. There is so much of this day left. I wish they would send up more dressouts so that the time will go by. Right now I’m listening to the Lil Wayne CD. This disc is off the chain. That is CD over now and I’m listening to Gucci Mane. Both of my coworkers went to smoke, so I am finally alone. I have no problem working in Property by myself. As long as it’s not too damn busy. What sucks right now is that I know we won’t do anymore dressouts until after noon. That’s two hours pretty much just sitting here. Something will come up here and there, but that’s it.

            My baby momma is going on a cruise with our kids in December. I’m happy for them. They deserve a vacation. I think the whole family is going. I didn’t know that babies could fly in planes. I think it will be a nice vacation for all of them, but how much fun can you have with little kids there with you? I am thinking about going to the concert for The Country Music Hall of Fame. I know that Keith Urban, Brad Paisley, and Miranda Lambert are going to be there. There is going to be a lot more people there than that, I just can’t remember who. I like seeing Keith Urban live. He is very entertaining. I would like to go with somebody, but I wouldn’t know who to ask. I wish I had internet at work. I could look up ticket prices. Oh well. I hope I can remember to do it when I get home.

            I can’t use my laptop, because of something weird. When I tried to open the internet yesterday, it took me to a Comcast account activation page. I did not get a new account. I don’t have an account at all. It is wireless. But it won’t let me go any further than that page. Does anybody have any clue what I can do to fix this? I need to go get that laptop from my Mom. There is something wrong with it too, but at least it has all the keys on the keyboard. It would be nice if I could get both laptops working. I’m supposed to sell my old on to Donny, but I’m not going to sell him a busted ass laptop. Hey, the supply order is here. Finally something to do. It’s now ten thirty seven and we are done with supplies now too. It’s good that we stay caught up, but then there ain’t shit to do again.

            Every CD I have listened to today sounds really good on these computer speakers. I can’t imagine how nice they’ll be with a real system. At this rate I will probably get to listen to all six CDs before the end of my work day. Well the Gucci Mane just ended. So what’s next? I put Fabolous in. I have decided any one of these CDs I don’t like I will give to Gleaves, my coworker. I’m not a Fabolous fan so this might be the first one I get rid of. I have one of his CDs now and I only like about two songs on it. This CD is ok so far. Well that Fabolous CD is over and it wasn’t all that. But this Freddie Gibbs is pretty tight.

            I just came back from lunch. I had a grilled ham and cheese sandwich with some sweet tea. Now I’m back at work and there still is nothing to do. More people have gotten arrested, but nothing has happened here in Property. Hopefully there will be some dressouts in about thirty minutes or so. It’s too bad I can’t take a nap. That would get me in trouble though. Why can’t my evenings go by as slow as my work day? Catrenna (another coworker) must have gotten really bored. All the over stock I pulled for the day, she folded it all, even though it didn’t need to be. I guess if we get bored from writing or reading books we will find something to do. I am only half way through this day and I have managed to write all these paragraphs. I wonder how much I might type the rest of the day.

            Now I got this asshole sitting outside my window for dressout. He wants to start shit because he says we got his name wrong. We can’t do anything about that. They just had to cuff him because he wants to buck at officers. He’s lucky he didn’t get laid out on the floor. I hate when the inmates try to start shit. This job is so easy, unless an inmate decides they want to start something. It’s been fifteen minutes since I typed last on here and the asshole is still getting dressed. I guess he thinks if he goes slowly that he won’t have to do anything he is told.