Saturday Bloody Saturday

It was just a weird day full of death and injury! For starters, at the zoo we had the fortune to see the green tree pythons get fed their lunch of 1 white mouse each. I actually ran to the reptile house ahead of dawdling S and the baby so I wouldn't miss it. And I picked up the baby and pressed her up against the glass so she could get a good look. Hey, it's science! The poor mice. And I hate mice!

Later, as I parked my car in the parking lot of the new Job #2, as I got out I saw a dead squirrel right near me, his head bloodied. Eww! At first I was worried I had hit him, but his paw seemed to already be in rigor mortis.

Finally, I ended the night by going out on a quick 5-hour patrol so I could finish up my hours for the month. There were all kinds of knuckleheads getting into car accidents all day long due to the rain, but the very last call of the night that we got was a man that got hit by a car. When we pulled up he was lying in the road, face down in a puddle of blood. A concerned citizen was holding a towel to the poor guy's head, staunching the flow and doing a commendable job, I must say! The victim was awake and alert though in a good amount of pain, and the lady that hit him was a homeless ex-con with no driver's license and no insurance on the car she was driving, which was her daughter's. I think it was just one of those unavoidable accidents due to the rain and the guy who made the bad choice to walk in the middle of the road. The lady was shaken up and was quite remorseful, so we wrote her 2 tickets and told her not to drive the car--its windshield was all busted anyway.

Man, I am looking forward to having a couple of days off this week, although I do have to work here at Job #1 on Sat. AND Sun., bummer. But we pick up the baby again tomorrow and have her all the way through next Sunday, so that'll be fun. Unfortunately, we had a little incident last night when we dropped her off b/c dickhead had the gall to speak to me and ask a retarded question that if he and the whore knew how to read, they would find the answer in the court order. But since she's third-world trash and he's redneck white trash they don't know how to read and they're too lazy and stupid to contact their doddering old fool of an attorney, so they think they can waste more of my and S's time and I refuse to let them. So since I ignored dickhead he actually had the balls to knock on my car! I shot him the finger through the window and told S to drive off, and so dickhead knocked again, harder. This time I rolled down the window and gave him the finger again in his face along with a "Fuck you!" Then S drove away.

S says I need to be more zen about any confrontations we have with dickhead and the whore. But my temper always gets the best of me, unfortunately. This is just how I deal with it. I'm sure this anger is not doing anything good for me, especially physiologically, but obviously I'm nowhere near to being ready to accept zen-ness.