I think it’s Tuesday. I don’t know anymore. The days have all bled together since last Thursday.
Shawshank is still in the US. His birth certificate hasn’t been received by ICE. The detainee counselor explained “overnight” shipping is more of a guideline right now. He told the counselor there was a copy of his long-form birth certificate AND a very worn out short-form original in his bag – the bag that’s already sitting in the property room in the building his ICE agent works in. “Would that work for travel?” the counselor asked. Unsurprisingly, he made a snarky comment about the fact that he’s not the one in the room who works for a government agency.
We talked twice last night. At this point, “frustration” is the understatement of the year. I made it through the first call without mentioning his birthday, but I couldn’t not mention it when he called an hour later. He’s pushing for the counselor and/or the unit captain to let him know as soon as things begin to move forward. The sooner he knows, the sooner I can let his mother know when he might leave.
And the earlier she knows, the more time she’ll have to make arrangements with Justin Trudeau to personally pay for Shawshank‘s hotel room.
StressedRPh is up to her regular shit. Yesterday she was complaining about MusicMan. He didn’t make an effort to find coverage for NewTech‘s weekday shifts. Unless things are super busy during the day, working three hours without a tech is perfectly doable. StressedRPh doesn’t like working alone.
I’ll be spending the day with StressRPh and just doing everything I can to get through my shift. I’m sure she’ll have something to complain about. Shawshank will call earlier than usual because it’s an early lock-in night. Hopefully he’ll have more news on what he can expect for the next few days.
