Rumbling, bumbling, Bumblebee

I was working graveyard in the jail again. When that happens my day starts at midnight. But this graveyard I woke up late and got to work at about thirty after midnight on Wednesday. It was my turn to have the first four rounds on the floor, so I got there and pretty much had to get a round done. After the first round, I get supplies for the units and fulfill requests inmates place on jail kites. On my second round I delivered all the things that I gathered after the first round. When the second round was complete I took my truck to the basement and washed it. It was in need of a good washing. I did a third round and a fourth round without incident. Those rounds are pretty much just the normal hourly welfare checks. It rare for there to be a problem at that hour. Then I spend the next four hours in the control room answering phone calls, confirming warrants, opening doors for the floor officer, monitor cameras, and confirming warrants. At four o'clock in the morning, typically the only thing the control room officer does is open doors. I actually only spend three hours in control because another officer is coming in early to relieve me. I have to work for Information Services at seven o'clock am. This is going to be one of my seventeen hour days. I leave the jail and peal off my uniform and get into my IS clothes.

In IS I update my Information Services Manager (ISMan) tool. It tracks users, computers, peripherals, issues, images, and software licenses. I added a new page that will allow my manager to run a quick report and see all the issues from a particular department for a time particular time range. She wants to be able to see what departments are eating our time.

I was checking my spam filter and Jason sent an e-mail to me in response to the one I had sent him. For some reason it got caught in the spam filter. Anyway, I read it, and it was interesting. He said that no one hates me and then he talked about a few of his problems that he had had in the past and how friends are there to lean on when you need them. He said in my situation that I need to rely on my friends some more.

I went home for lunch and got the Bumblebee up and running. I drove him to work. It was nice to drive him, but I feel so weak. I don't have power steering in it, and I have a hard time steering now. I am too use to power steering.

I called Joey and talked to him for a while. He was getting ready to party a little bit. Sounded like there were people there. He asked how I was and what not. I let him know. Then I told him about boating on Saturday. He said he got roped into playing in the softball tournament. The same one I was snubbed by my "friends" over. I think they made a choice. It was me or Garrett, and since they had a first baseman, and they have a pitcher/catcher they had no use for me. I have a hard time dealing with this whole situation. It is leaving a real bitter taste in my mouth. I don't know what will come of it. I had a hard time dealing with that. Knowing that Joey will be there, and I would assume Garrett, but not me. I feel horrible. Joey is not going to be able to go boating either. So, I am going to need to find a day before it gets too cold to go boating with Joey. I don't think he is going to be here next summer, so I have to do it soon.

Once I got out of work I headed home and donned my fire department uniform since I was on call in Pullman from six o'clock pm to six o'clock am. I hung out at the station for a while and then I went to my office. I checked my e-mail. I hit the hay at about ten o'clock pm. I was so tired that when my head hit the pillow I fell asleep. I could have kept going if I had to have, but I was ready for bed.