Day 6 Month 1 Year 2016 in BookThree: Flight Log 2016

Something must be done. Last night, I offered to sleep on the futon in the living room. Wife would have none of it and insisted I join her in bed. Reluctantly, I did so. For the next 4 hours; every time I fell asleep… I would be quickly woken back up. Wife would grab the hair on the back of my head in a handful and yank, hard, waking me up. Finally, I got supremely fed up with it and said, “Wow. That is a mean thing to do.” Her response: “YOU’RE mean! I’m tired of wearing ear plugs that don’t work and not getting enough sleep.” I reminded her that I had offered to sleep on the futon; and she again claimed how she didn’t like that idea, saying it wasn’t fair that one of us would have to sleep out there. So… maybe I should try to find a sleep specialist or a doctor or something to look into all of this but… in the meantime? Seriously… Wife is acting crazy. The “head jerk” thing from last night just seems… sadistic… bullying… all for something I’m not doing intentionally and (by definition) am not conscious of doing at all.

Leaving from that frustrating and unpleasantness… I get to go to work. Where I should expect these three people to make my life suck and yet it surprises me. (1) Old Man Vicious Killer: wants to sue everybody because he isn’t being treated “as his age and wisdom demands.” (2) Guy who shot the 2 year old girl in the face: Another twenty requests for every law he can think of… dude- the state have oodles of physical evidence… I get that you have a low IQ but… you murdered a little girl. You aren’t winning this. (3) Zamorra.... so fucking sick of this guy… I tell him every week that he gets “UP TO” 5 hours in the Law Library and ONLY if he is working on a Deportation Case and ONLY if he is not represented by counsel. And yet… every week, he threatens this department and demands (this is how he words it) his minimum 5 hours. Tears hair out. I get it. People in here are lower intelligence and/or mental health issues and/or will always demand to have things their way. But when you are trying to get my department in trouble every week… for your inability to listen, understand, comprehend.... I almost feel like I shouldn’t have to be nice anymore. I should be allowed to say “Shut the fuck up, straighten up, and stop being an asshole. Because that’s the kind of shit that got you in trouble in the first place!”

I realize I sound cold-hearted about all of it but… it is for good reason. A lot of these guys are being represented by attorneys that are capable, intelligent, skilled. But instead of relying on their attorney or listening to their attorney… they bother me with questions like (taken directly out of a request this morning) “How important is evidence to a case? Can I get off if they have lots of it?”

Especially after a recent entry… this is silly to say… but between the shit with Wife (seriously, still pissed about the hair pulling, neck injuring shit from last night)… and mix in the Jail bull shit.... the day isn’t even 3/4 of the way over and I want a Felix Funhouse!!

Just saw this video. Or videos. This is one of the guys that constantly kites and asks the dumbest questions I’ve experienced in this job. And… it makes sense. Instead of “turning himself in” to the Police… he came to my building (the Jail) to turn himself in. I understand that I have much more experience in the Criminal Justice System but… honestly… if you are “turning yourself in to the police”… would you more likely go to the POLICE or to the JAIL? Again… maybe I’m the asshole but my instinct would be to turn myself in to the police at the police station.

Call me petty but… I’m still having trouble getting past my wife’s whole “pull my hair to yank my head back” thing. Because I think about it and something obvious strikes me. If she saw any human being tugging on a dog’s tail for any reason… she would be horrified and furious at the abuse. Translation: she treats me worse than she would treat a dog. Granted… Dogs are awesome and should always be treated right… but the sentiment stands… based strictly on her behavior… I don’t rank worthy of the value she would place on a random dog.

That’s my work day! Wife has the day off today (another reason to be upset with her behavior last night)… so I’m going to see if we can run some much needed errands. Glasses, shoes, and the like.