I'm So Glad We Had This Time Together

I submitted my resignation letter to Job #2 a little while ago. The new Job #2, which I will be starting later this month, just gave me an offer I couldn't refuse. More money, more hours, flexible schedule, less than 6 miles from the house. The only thing I'm not getting is a damn company car! Yet, I do feel a little sad. My best friend here at Job #2 isn't even here right now so I can tell her (she's home sick). Dang, I'm gonna miss the books here! I LOVE being able to just pick an item off the shelf and go home with it to cuddle, no late fines to sully the relationship! But I'll have some good books at the new Job #2 to enjoy, I'm sure. The new Job #2 is at a business school library, and I get to do all the ordering ("collection development", in library-speak) and so I bet I can find some interesting business and money books to read!

Lord, have I had a busy past few days. Worked at the festival, providing security, for 2 nights. Had some fun with S and the baby. Saw some friends, ate some nice meals, got our cars back finally from the body shops! Oh man, the festival was fun and mostly mellow this year. S and the baby came with me on Saturday and ate dinner and the baby played on the kid rides in the kid section. I ate soooo much good food... Also for the first time in my law enforcement career I made somebody cry, and yes I feel bad about it in retrospect. But she shouldn't have disobeyed me! Cops HATE it when you don't do what we say, ok?!? This is how idiots get Tasered and shot. Cops are always, always, always erring on the side of our own safety. We are going to go home with the same amount of holes in our body that we started our shift with and if we don't know who the fuck you are and we have to take you out in order to do so, then that's the breaks, unfortunately. I don't know how much more I can stress this.

What happened was, I got assigned to work the "money hall." This is a long hallway leading to offices where the festival organizers keep all the cash. There is so much money back there that I don't even feel comfortable disclosing the amount here, so I will not. This is my 3rd year working the festival and in previous years when I've been assigned the money hall, I've been so bored all I do is doodle on scraps of paper. This year I came prepared with my book! (I held it on my lap under the table so no one could see I was reading although the Lt. caught me and said that was "smart" of me to bring some reading material [the incredible book and subsequent documentary, Maxed Out]. The money hall is usually slow, quiet, and boring though a highly essential duty.)

Anyway, the rule is, NO ONE goes down the money hall unless they have a black festival badge or a neon orange festival badge. Pretty simple, right? Let me repeat that: NO ONE, unless, BLACK BADGE, or NEON ORANGE. It's not fucking rocket science. I don't give a shit if you're Houston Mayor Bill White, you're not getting past me. So usually all the non-black/orange badgers are fine with me telling them they have to find other ways of getting to where they're trying to go, just not down this particular hallway. Well, I couldn't believe someone had the--I don't know what it was, ignorance? disrespect?--to ignore me. It was a Mexican woman custodian and she just waltzed past me like I wasn't there. I stopped her and asked for her badge. She said in broken English, "I'm working," and also told me in Spanish. I said what I'd already been telling everyone else, that she couldn't go down that hallway. She repeated that she was working and I repeated she still couldn't go down that hallway. She just turned and continued on and I jumped out of my chair, PISSED, and absolutely screamed at her. (Those of you who have seen me pissed and screaming know what a sight that is.) I screamed at her so loud the money people peeked out of their offices. Fortunately for her she finally turned and went out the other door, but glared at me as she left. Like I give a shit!

A minute later she appeared at the other end of the hallway, having found an alternate route in. That's ok, all that matters is she didn't get past me, so I did my job. Then she was talking to the head money lady and she was sobbing b/c of the mean bitchy cop that wouldn't let her past! Wah wah wah! So the head money lady came down the hallway to get my side of the story. I said that I had my orders (which were actually the orders from the money people themselves, right?) about the badge rules. She sighed and said that they have so many workers that if I had a question about anyone to just give her a call. Whatever. Later I told the Major himself about what happened and that I had made someone cry in the money hall. He said coldly, "So what?" I guess he's no stranger to making people cry!

Later that night I cried myself. I watched the movie Freedom Writers which I got from Netflix. When I got home after midnight S and the baby were both out like lights and I was still wired from working and having done the money drop to the night deposit box with shotguns and everything, so I watched the whole movie. At first I thought FW was just going to be another Stand and Deliver, Dangerous Minds, etc. And it is. But it has a different kind of twist! A very, very sweet, very touching one. Historic, even! I couldn't believe what those kids pulled off, and I had to research the true story for my own disbelieving eyes. Check it out if you haven't yet. (See, mean bitchy nazi cops have hearts too!)

The baby was pretty good this weekend, just a couple of minor infractions, for the most part easily remedied and corrected. One annoying thing she did on Sunday was cry 3 times! She rarely cries and I take special pride in her not being a damn crybaby like lots of other brats out there. But she must be in a new phase of trying this new bullshit stunt of crying when something tragic--to her--happens. For example, S accidentally returned one of the baby's own books to the church library along with the church's books. Waterworks! WTF?!?!? The 2nd time later that day that she cried over something bullshitty I knew this was some kind of new con of hers and I told S we did not need to be responding to it. The 3rd time she cried even later I was done and told her to knock it off. Now.

I had to take her back to the dentist yesterday b/c the composite resin he put on her decayed front tooth had apparently fallen off or been chipped off, or who knows. He said it's hard to get the composite to stick to the baby teeth. But he tried a new material and didn't even charge us for this visit. I texted the whore to let her know and told her dumb ass to try and keep the baby's teeth fixed this time, which she probably won't. Worthless whore. The baby was so good at the dentist afterwards we went to the Chirren's Museum and I let her run amok. She painted her own face--twice!

The day ended well with me going off to teach 1 entire person the Folk Remedies class at another local public library while R. went with S to drop off the baby. After that we all went for sushi, man oh man, at our long-lost favorite Osaka! I had leftovers today. Damn that's good stuff.