Day 14 Month 1 Year 2016 in BookThree: Flight Log 2016

Alan Rickman dead at 69 after battle with cancer.
David Bowie dead at 69 after battle with cancer.
Cancer sucks, y’all!

In other shitty news… I had my recurring dream that I was a telemarketer again. I despised that job. Seriously. Cold calling businesses to see if we could supply them with their battery needs? From 1640 miles away? Yeah… ridiculous job. But I did it for 3 months. And since then, at times like this, I have dreams that I’m going to have to do that again.

In even further shitty news… I use my computers “Notepad” to take notes when I’m on the phone. Doesn’t waste paper. The phone number for Webster County Attorney was one of those notes. In the night, my computer turned itself off. The note is gone. I’ve gone ahead and looked up the number to the office (hoping it is the same as the number I was given) but… an annoying thing for my computer to do randomly.

Called Webster County aaaaaand… Interview on Monday at 2. So… I have an interview tomorrow that will be an 8 hour round trip and then an interview on Monday that will be a 6 hour round trip. I’ve said it before: With that much driving… one of these better turn into a job, darn it.

Then there is some good news. Last night, I asked my wife if we could try some Good Luck Sex before my interview. She wasn’t sure. It certainly wasn’t going to happen last night! But… this morning? She initiated… as much as she does. She got out of bed, got breath mints for us both and just smiled at me as she climbed back into bed. We started kissing and I asked her if it was about my request from last night. And then… yeah. We both finished. So… mark it on the calendar… 2016, Sex 1, on 1/14.

(Something completely different)
Powerball winners in California, Tennessee, and Florida. I just find it humorous because California and Florida (as far as legal precedent) are batshit crazy.

I e-mailed my boss, supervisor and co-worker that I was going to be in the Law Library a lot less this week and next week “because of interviews.” The boss, the one worried about budgets, responded if that was going to be okay because of my co-worker. After pressing the issue… my Boss, worried about budgets, is worried about my “replacement” working by himself. He’s been doing the job for three months now. I get that he’s an idiot, but if he can’t do the job on his own by now… he should be fired. So… either he’s good to work solo and you (as boss) hold him accountable… or he isn’t good to work solo and should be replaced. Seriously… a boss that has (1) no idea what we do; (2) no idea how to work the department; and (3) no interest in learning it… just shouldn’t be the boss. Day One kind of thinking: Know about something before you have to supervise it.

I decided to come into work briefly as I had not come in yesterday, could not come in tomorrow, and cannot come in on Monday.
I can’t leave this place soon enough. Pedro did none of the paperwork. He never does any of the paperwork. He never does any of the “staying organized.” I’m starting to agree with my boss that he can’t be left alone… but how does that help budget? And more importantly… if he can’t be left alone; what does that mean for me? Am I going to have to be present for all of his shifts? So that we’re paying two people to do the work of one? How does that make any freaking sense?
If the whole co-worker/replacement/boss stupidity wasn’t enough… I really, honestly, can’t keep doing law library. I know I say it all the time… and I know I mean it all the time… but really. I’m tired of responding to “How do I file a police report on the cops that arrested me?” You don’t. You can’t. We’ve talked about this at length before. You have no access to the police while incarcerated. If you want to file a complaint, you may but you cannot “have them arrested.” And “I need 15 copies of X, 29 copies of Y and 84 copies of Z” that isn’t a joke by the way. Those are the actual numbers they were requesting. MAYBE if the individual was here on a felony case and were Pro Se… but this person is looking at a Misdemeanor Protection Order violation… and has an attorney. And just… all of these requests. If a department in the jail doesn’t want to deal with “crazy” or “demanding” or “troubled” or “complicated”… send the request to the Law Library! One of the reasons I keep thinking “Get me a real job” because… this kind of thing wouldn’t happen in a firm or county attorney’s office. Yeah, I’d have to deal with distraught victims, irritating attorneys, and the like… but I wouldn’t have a five page rambling request to get someone a new social security card. Something else I’ve said ad nauseam: “If you want me to deal with the clients other lawyers won’t… you need to pay me better than those other lawyers.” If I’m expected to take care of the inmates whose own attorneys won’t return calls… why am I being paid less than the damned custodial staff?

RANDOM: I have a friend that has always struck me as… just… painfully immature. I can only spend limited time with them before I worry that I’ll be sucked into her crazy perpetually 16 ways. Hell, she married a man 20 years her senior and constantly makes “Daddy Issues” jokes. That’s just… yeah. ANYway… she always makes me think about “Terms of Endearment.” Not the movie, the actual concept of calling a loved one “Dear” or “Darling” or “Babe”. Growing up, I heard my Dad call my mom “Babe” often. He wouldn’t ONLY call her that… because who calls their wife only by a “generic nom de guerre?” Well… apparently… my friend’s much older husband… to the point where my friend actually gets annoyed when he uses her name. That would be one thing. But the “term of affection” her man calls her constantly? “Baby.” Not “babe” or “sweety” but… “Baby”. And… if he doesn’t call her “Baby” she gets upset. I understand that it is her life and she can do as she pleases… but it totally gives me a bad feeling. A baby is a helpless creature that needs protection, guidance, and nurturing. An adult is a contributing creature that has agency, intelligence, and more. If anyone called me nothing but “baby”… I would probably take it as an offense. Again… I realize… her life, her decisions. But… yeah. Every time it comes up… it just… affects me a little.