My Crying Eye!

I didn’t think I was an allergy sufferer until just recently.  My left eye is still red and constantly crying—it’s been like this for what seems to be weeks.  I wake up with a little bit of gook in the corner of my eye each morning, and I’ve been having those lovely sinus headaches more than usual.  Oh, and I’ve been sneezing more than I can remember lately.  Yes, I guess I’m an allergy sufferer. Oh joy. 

 

 

Today I get my new dishwasher!  Yeah!!  A part of my dishwasher fell off the other day; so this is good news.  Next on the agenda is a new fridge!  New kitchen appliances make me happy.  I discovered a puddle of Pepsi at the bottom of my fridge this morning—it was probably the “cat” that did it because I know no one else will fess up to it.  But, that is okay.  A new fridge will be replacing this one, BUT if I find another puddle in the new fridge, all hell will break loose! 

 

There has been finally a break in the weather over here, and it’s a lot cooler than it has been for the last two days.  The warmer weather brings in a lot of unusual and unruly clients into the lobby here at work.   

 

Criminal Love

 

 

Where do felons find love?  Have you ever wondered?  Well, I can tell you.  Some of them find love in the lobby of a probation office.  He was sitting there in the chair near the doorway, with his ripped up jeans, and his white muscle shirt displaying his many manly tattoos.  She was sitting right across skimming through a People Magazine, in her tight pink t-shirt, and matching mini skirt, sans underwear.  Her hair was tied up in a pink daisy rubber band at the top of her hair.  Her hair cascaded down to her shoulders; framing her perfect black eye-liner eyes, and rosy colored lips.  Their eyes met.  Yes, they thought each looked familiar to one another.  Was he at that AA meeting she went to the other night?  Was she the same “hot chick” he saw waiting in front of the main jail for pee testing that afternoon the week before?  At last they had found each other!  It wasn’t long until they exchanged phone numbers that they moved in with each other.  No, just a few short days later...  Aww...criminal love...  No. I’m not kidding.  I’ve seen it happen.  When you find love, for some people there is just no time to waste. 

 

A couple was in the lobby just last afternoon.  She was waiting for her travel pass, and he was busy on his cell phone calling parole for his travel pass.  Afterwards, he snuck out a can of beer from his coat pocket and opened it in the lobby.  Now, when is it ever appropriate to be sneaking beer into a probation office lobby?  He thought I didn’t notice, but I heard the distinctive sound of the opening can.  Before they had come in, another older fellow was in there, all nicely dressed and proper looking.  After he had left, a probation officer noticed that he had left something behind. It was a half smoked “roach” (mj butt) lying on the ground where he had been sitting.  Eeww.  I’m not picking that thing up...no way.  That was last week, and it’s still sitting there.  I passed the lobby a few hours ago and overheard some of the clients talking about it, giggling.  Not even the janitorial staff has bothered to pick it up.  I guess the receptionist thinks it just adds to the ghetto ambiance of the whole lobby.  All we need now is soft lighting and some lava lamps.  

 

This goes out to the "juvenile" one who likes to roll her eyes each time I open my mouth.  Grow up, already!