Some Days Are Better Than Others

This last week or so has been really rough. My job is probably coming to an end due to cuts in the budget. That I do not mind too much, although the $20 or so pay each month will be missed. The job, since being promoted to lead T.A. in Vocational Office services has turned into a pain. I now act as a problem solver more than anything else, and I miss the one-on-one with the students.

I am due for my annual review, and that means I could go up for transfer. Transfer for an inmate means leaving behind every friend you may have made in the facility for good. You lose all friendships and can no longer have any contact with them. Period.

When I look out the small window on my door, the first thing I see each day is a sign: "No Warning Shots".

My cellie is terminal with liver disease of some kind. Two years ago, he was given just months to live. Friday, he sat down on his bed and could not move. He kept saying things that did not make any sense. I am blessed to be able to serve him. That means getting his shoes on, getting him dressed, etc. I just did his laundry, sheets and all. He seems to resent me and does little things to let me know it, like peeing on the floor. NOT a good day!

Last night, I was speaking to a family member about a request I had sent concerning a financial situation. I would normally be receiving a pair of shoes or something about this time of year. Instead I had requested cash for cost to cover my enrollment fee for the seminary I wish to enter. I have full tuition deferment until after I parole, but I must pay the $50 for enrollment. This family member amazes me with her support and care. When I called and breached the subject of my request, it seemed to upset her. Like maybe I was being impatient. I just hate the wait I feel as a result.

Some days are better than others!