Day 8 Month 3 Year 2016 in BookThree: Flight Log 2016

So, I’m already not feeling well. Sore, stiff, sore throat, mildly feverish. But… I only have 4 more days at my job; and I need to train Boss’ Assistant because I don’t trust Pedro to do it right. Call me a control freak; but that’s how I feel. So… feeling like absolute dog shit; I enter the jail. Which, strangely, smells like a kennel today. Boss’ Assistant will be tied up in meetings all morning but will “swing by during the afternoon” to get trained. So a “three hour” shift turns into a 6+ shift. Get into the Law Library… Pedro hasn’t shown up since Wednesday! No wonder we’re so far behind, Christ! If you’re going to be gone for that long… e-mail me, Boss and get some assistance. Damn, son. And then I realize… wait a minute… all of the fans are off. It is sweltering in here. What the hell temperature is it? 78 degrees. I am in a library that is 78 degrees. Already feeling feverish. This does not bode well.
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And I am excited this is my last week here. 24 year old kid put in 10 separate requests (all dated the same day) basically asking that I teach him how to defend his case. His charge? He was involved in yet another of Omaha’s many black on black shootings. You should talk with your attorney… because you need to know if they have physical evidence linking you to the gun and/or the gun to the crime. Asking me to teach you, personally, how to do the job of someone already being paid to do that job.... these assholes drive me crazy. Plus an increase in “Please mail this” requests. No. That isn’t how shit works. You don’t get to bypass security by asking me to personally snail mail shit for you. Guh!! Is it any wonder my perspective is so fucked up? I deal with the stupidest, the shittiest, and the neediest.... and all convicted criminals. Can’t wait to see how my view of the world changes when I don’t have to put up with this constantly.
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Due to Pedro’s negligence and incompetence (and not asking for help)… the Law Library is a full 7 days behind schedule now. So… what do I have to do today?
FIRST call in as many Maximum Security Inmates as this room will hold. Then babysit all of them until mid-afternoon. Then I get to train Karen in how this place should be run. Honestly? I’m like… Wife Level Pissed Off right now. Last week I was doing 8 people’s jobs… even the COs kept saying “You are all over the building today!” I just needed Pedro to do his ONE job. He failed. Now this is the week I’m leaving. Boss has already given me 12 Intake Interviews to get finished before Thursday (so many because, his words, “You’re really the only person that does them and we wanted to get as many people through before you left.” Instead of… you know… training someone to take over!) So I have 12 Intake Interviews… 5 Pretrial Court/Paperwork Shifts. AND… apparently… I need to do two weeks worth of Law Library Visits… all within the next 4 days. So… just… gr. (And… oh yeah… since my sore throat is killing my voice; all the COs over the phone apparently have no idea what I’m saying! So add that little frustration to the pile). As worried as I am about getting work elsewhere.... as frustrated as I already am with Wife’s presumptions that I’ll “sit home and do nothing all day”… getting out of this job is worth all of that. Wife can be as much of a bitch to me as she wants that I’m not “actively working” but… I’m not putting up with this place anymore. This place can go fuck itself with a flourish!
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…And after 9 hours… I’m back home. And exhausted. And feel like shit. Of course I’d be ill on my last week. Just keep pushing through… a 14 hour day tomorrow; 10 hour day on Thursday; and 7 hour day on Friday… then it is all behind me!