yesterday i got up and prayed and i didn't read my meditations. i went to the kitchen, got some coffee going, turned my mother's pot back on and went to take my meds. as my mother was still sleep, i took a shower. it is very hot on the top tier, and anywhere but the lower level to be honest, because an AC compressor is out. so i knew i was sweated, as i am today. today, it's going to be a bird bath though.
i made breakfast for my mom and myself, just omelets and toast. i didn't do much else, shut it down after i had coffee because i wanted to be ready for the evening. i decided, as i have for today, to bring my lunch to work. today i'm also going to have to put air in my tire, but that's later.
i told my mom to take out something from the freezer to cook for today, and i went to Walmart and got a chicken wrap. long lines, insane people. that should be Walmart's slogan. went to Arbys and got two little sliders for a tide over and went and got gas and a bag of chips. i'd had a banana and a pack of cheese and peanut butter crackers, so that was lunch for the day.
i worked with a guy i'd worked with my second day, Sam, and Shayna (spelling as it sounds to me) whom i'd worked with Saturday as well. i have a theory that things are not what they seem to be, but there is nothing i want to espouse on with it at the moment. suffice it to say, it wasn't a bad day. i interacted more, i spoke to more of the residents, i learned more about doing breathalyzers and urine tests. i am memorizing the names and i am getting stronger, though it is still rough being on my feet that long. i think, after Tuesday, i'm going to consider the option of doing this part-time.
there was an incident at the end of the night, a young dude who walks around rapping to himself most of the day and an older man got into an argument with edged and threatening tones. they will both have consequences today, but it showed that there is something...really childish...about grown men who live incarcerated lives. rather than the idea that this facility has no bars, has windows for sunlight, has the capacity to further one's knowledge, has three very good meals a day apparently, has television rooms, movie rooms, pool tables, wash facilities, allows card playing, outside rec, so many things that they've been or will be denied in their lives...they choose to act like this is all just a game, and that everyone in the world is there to watch them play. and when confronted, they throw tantrums, they sulk, they argue. amazing.
anyway, i'm going to try to encapsulate what i was referring to earlier. this is a no-smoking facility. as in, staff and resident, prisoner and guard, are not allowed to smoke on their premises. it is stupid to me, as i've always felt if a man is going to smoke, the damage he does to himself is his business. but it's all political. so, no smoking. but they do.
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