I started writing this entry on Friday, February 11. It is now Tuesday, February 15. "Yesterday" here now refers to "5 days ago," but is still a kind of cool story. Without further ado:
I got back to my office to see an email titled "Armed man may be in our bld", about someone who allegedly stabbed someone in our building and was still at-large, NOPD suspecting he was still in the building.
Around the same time, I got copies of the sick call request forms that people use in jail to request medical attention emailed to me from the jail doctor. It took a little while because he had to ask the Sheriff's permission to send it to me. The sheriff is going to start hating me- in the last few weeks I've been associated with people bothering him for marriages in jail, sick card forms, "ambushing" the educational partners, and photo motions. I dig it.
Next, I did some training on intake and did intake. That included me coming within literal seconds of being arrested. But let's not get into that right now.
Coordinated volunteer work on getting this Spanish-speaking guy married before his trial, because he'll probably get deported afterward (or serve more time, then get deported).
Then I wrote memos and did bond calls for my intake people.
Got home in time for dinner and meeting Brian's dad.
Went to Le Bon Temps to see Soul Rebels with a few of my housemates and one of their friends from out of town.
Got home at 3AM.
Got up at quarter to 7.
Start over.
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That's a bit of a dramatic example of a day, but really not a whole lot different from how my life goes. Probably the biggest difference between that and an average day for me is that I had contact with more clients than I usually get to these days. Today I spent a few hours at a clinic with a client of ours, but other than that I spent most of my time doing volunteer recruitment, coordination and training. But enough about work. I feel like I always talk about work. That's probably because that's the most relevant and time-consuming part of my life right now. But there's more to my life than my work, although maybe the world would be a little better if there weren't, and I'll talk about it a bit now.
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I didn't work at all this weekend. I laid out for a while, went to a (miserably attended) "Know Your Rights" presentation, biked around, gave blood, went to mass and dinner with the National JVC board, went to a dive bar with housemates and FJV's for a friend's birthday, ate copious amounts of pancakes, wrote a letter, made hummus and flatbread, went to a coworker's boyfriend's art show and out with some coworkers after, bought fabric and spray paint to finally make a "New Orleans Hornets"-themed bag toss set, and actually slept for almost 8 hours one night. On the agenda for this week is coaching our house's intramural basketball team, finally making those bags I keep talking about making, and hosting our America-themed party on Friday night. Oh yeah, and getting an MRI in the morning. That will be interesting. I don't think it even makes sense to talk about the shoulder until I figure out what happened with it. There's too much uncertainty. Everything will be fine though- that much I know. At least I got a whole season of softball in before it blew up.
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The Stacy boys are considering having the next FOSAA reunion in New Orleans. I can't decide which is worse- how much my housemates are unprepared for FOSAA, or how much FOSAA is unprepared for NOLA. Either way, I can't wait to see how it pans out. Things like this can only end up one way - flawlessly.
