You have no clue what I want.

Thursday morning I thought it was Tuesday and that was a drag! It felt like that week would never end, then I realized that it in fact was Thursday. What a relief. I had to get to class today. I thought I was going to be off the crutches so that was not going to be a big deal, however I am still on crutches. For anyone who has ever had to use crutches, I feel sorry for you. Now I know that pain and I am part of the club.

I hobble my way to class and read the chapter in the book that is supposed to be read. The professor comes in and she starts to talk about an issue. On Tuesday she talked about swearing and how it is very unprofessional. I would agree with that. It does not sound professional to swear; however, I am a corrections officer. That is a profession with professional people. I don't swear in front of the inmates. I refrain. I think that if you swear in front of the inmate that they have won. As the professional I need to have the ability to communicating without relying on swearing. There are times when swearing is warranted and needed. When inmates never hear you swear and some inmate is flying off the handle, a dropping of the F-bomb makes them stop and think for a second. So, I would agree that swearing is not professional. But when you really need the F-bomb, it does come in handy.

Today's class she discussed an editorial that appeared in the Daily Evergreen. It was the one that I talked about yesterday. The whole Bible vs Homosexuality. She was talking about how people don't choose to be gay. In my younger years at college I would have challenged the professor with the comments she was making. These days I am there to go to class and go home. I was not in the mood to get into a discussion. There were many points she was making that I could argue. We could have spent the whole class arguing. As a highly-conservative guy I see a lot of left-wing comments made in my classes and at work. Even my friends are pretty left-wing. But most of my friends agree compared to me there are a lot of left-wing people.

After class I had to get to an apartment in Pullman and do a quick computer job for my company Lobo Computer Services. I was installing a new monitor on a Macintosh.

I got back to Colfax and started to work on rebuilding a computer for the park rangers. They have an old computer with only sixty-four MB of RAM. The rangers have been complaining that it is freezing up and crashing a lot. It does have Windows Ninety-Eight.

I called the jail and talked with one of the Sgt's to see if I could come in and work. I need to get hours at the jail. I would like to get about sixty hours. I suggested that shakedowns could be accomplished. He said that was a good idea. I offered to help with them. I said as long as the inmates are not in the area I don't see how it would be an issue with me being in the unit. As a gimp I can not have contact with the inmates. The sgt said no, I would have to remain in control.

When I got off work at IS at five-thirty I went home and changed into my jail shirt. I did not put the rest of the uniform on. I did have to shave though. I have not shaved in almost two weeks. I was starting to look like a mountain man. This was one of those rare times in my life where I could go without shaving for that long. With the fire departments and the jail I have to be clean shaven. I am not one-hundred-percent clean shaven. I have a soul patch.

I got into the jail and my partner's did a search of male work release. Other than general dirtiness they did not find anything else wrong. I help one of my partners with a spreadsheet. He had one Excel workbook for each month. He needed to pull data from each workbook into a different workbook. I helped him do that. Then I set up a single workbook with each month and a total's sheet. I helped my other partner print off the new WACIC manual. We have a new printer in the sheriff's office. It has duplexing. I set up the duplexing and printed off about three hundred sheets front and back.

Off the subject now, I am not sure of the word I am thinking about here, and maybe my thoughts will not be the same as someone else's, but for years I have listened to the Palouse Mall's commercials say "We know what you want and we got it." Listen to that first part. It sounds like the government telling me what is good for me. We know what you want. HA! You don't know me. If you did, where are all the gun shops? What about the indoor batting cage that operates year-round? Oh, and one other thing I want but you don't have is Nordstroms. Don't run commercials saying you know what I want. The other thing I don't want is a government worker to walk up to me and say "Hi, I'm from the government. I'm here to help."