So no, we didn't get our visitation with the baby this past weekend. The whore is being the asshole evil whore that she is. Like I stated previously, more ammunition for our court case--like we need any more. Just when we think this is a slam-dunk in our favor, the retard whore screws herself even more. It's all over in February for her.
Since I had the whole weekend free, I went on patrol on Saturday with my old pal, the hilariously fun deputy that calls me "Coffy Brown." He says he can retire in 4 months if he wants to, but he's having too much fun. Can you imagine a job where you have "too much fun"? Jeez. I am always a little scandalized when I ride with him, but it's always in good fun! We spent a lot of time goofing off, including an hour at Hooters. Also we went to this really huge, really cool store called "Outdoor World" where I took a picture sitting on Santa's lap. Hey, he patted his knee so I sat down on it! Then he gave me a candy cane.
Later we put this dumbass punk kid in jail for POM (Poss. of Marijuana). It was hilarious how we caught him. I don't even want to say in print in the blog. If you're dying of curiosity, you will have to ask me about it in person or send me an email. But it was fun tearing his apartment apart and looking high and low for the stash! Turd.
While at Hooters the other deputies gave me an idea. They said that with my credentials and education I should consider getting a Law Enforcement job with the feds. They say it's great benefits, but at my age if I'm going to do it I need to do it now. So today I spent some time researching the idea--FBI, DEA, ATF, ICE, Marshals, Border Patrol. I have to admit, I'm a little reluctant due to 2 factors: leaving Texas, which I most assuredly will have to do for awhile for training and/or a job, and passing the PT test. I CANNOT climb fences and I CANNOT run 2 miles. Period. I am too old for this shit. I admit it, I don't want it bad enough. I'm not starving in the streets, I'm not enduring intolerable conditions at Job #1, I'm just a little pissed off on some days.
Still, I am considering some other things. I had to go in to Job #1 this a.m. and had to deal with more bullshit. It sure would be nice to have a job that is actually "too much fun."
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Oddly enough, my job is "way too much fun" on many days. You wouldn't think working with kids with neurological disorders would be a blast, but there ya go. I highly recommend gettin' yerself one of them "way too much fun" jobs!
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