Good day, my friends. Happy Thursday. We’re over the hump, and thus we begin the slide down to the weekend.
I didn’t look at my schedule for yesterday, and started my shift earlier than I was actually supposed to. Towards the end of the night I realized I’d punched in 30 minutes before I was scheduled, and MusicMan let me take off 30 minutes early. Most of the shift was pretty slow, and we talked about Chernobyl and the most popular videos uploaded to our YouTube accounts.
Shawshank is frustrated, but dealing with things. Capt. America, the facility’s ICE rep, couldn’t find any updates on Shawshank‘s case. There’s nothing on file. She tried to contact the ICE agent actually in charge of his removal, but the agent won’t reply to her emails, and her voice mail isn’t set up. When both Shawshank and I called her, she acted like she had no signal on her phone. Capt. America, for what’s it’s worth, has at least tried to get answers for him. I sent what will hopefully be the last care package to Shawshank. It should be delivered tomorrow. He doesn’t expect any movement anytime soon, and hes run out of snacks and commissary money.
Today’s shift is with StressedRPh. Somehow she ended up taking two of MusicMan’s shifts this week. It’s a late shift, but I’ll find a way to deal with her. I’m sure she’ll have found something to complain about by the time I get there. I think I’ll do a bit of a workout before Shawshank calls this morning, and figure out what to do with the rest of the day later.
Maybe Ill bring some shit to my sister this weekend. Anyone got anything good planned, now that things are starting to open up a little bit?
