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Here's a random thing that somebody sent me at some point. So I'm a little foggy on the details...what's it to ya!? Bah. Whose blog is this anyhow?!

Wow. It's been awhile since my last post...that would be because I'm very boring. And tired. Working in a prison sucks the life right out of you. It's true. I'm but a husk of my former vibrant self. Kidding. Ish. Whatever. And I can't even wear any of my cute outfits or makeup or anything to minimize the huskishness because well, you know. I'm so foxy as it is that it just wouldn't be right to be artificially enhancing my inherent foxiness when dealing with inmates. It would just be cruel. But today they had a bbq for the guards and other working type people at the prison so I got me some sweet cheese burger action. I still looked like crap but at least I had snacks. It was good. I like free stuff. Mmm...free stuff...and they're having another one on Monday! Woo hoo! Of course being surrounded by a whole lot of people in the blue uniform kind of freaks me out a little still but whatever. I'm getting over it. I can make eye contact now (most of the time) so that's a plus. I want a uniform! I could be imposing! I have uniform envy. Grrr (that's my imposing, guard-like snarl - just so you know).

One really weird thing about working at the prison is knowing that you're being watched at all times. That takes some getting used to. And then, just when you're starting to adjust (which in my case means doing my hair in the morning in the one way glass window of the control office - I think they like it) they freak you out by doing something like opening the doors (I have to go through a series of 3 or 4 security doors and one giant metal detector to get to my area) before you even buzz in to identify yourself. And sometimes they sing to you from the intercoms of all the other doors as you walk through the prison. The other day I had some guy from control talking to me all the way from my door to the parking lot intercom. Toward the end he was asking me to buy him a grass hula skirt and giving me his measurements. I'm not sure quite where that came from. It was pretty funny but really, really disturbing at the same time. And a little reassuring (the watching part, not the hula skirt - that was just disturbing). Because I'd be more than a little worried if I were working at a maximum security prison where nobody was paying attention at all. :-) I also enjoy when the inmates in my program make jokes about me pushing my personal security button if they colour badly or look at me funny. One of them was also offering to get me a new computer for "cheap" the other day because they like me. That wasn't so good. I told him if he didn't shut up I really would push the button (kidding - I really just told him that wasn't really appropriate but thank you for the offer). You've gotta be polite.

Oh, and today I was talking to another woman who works there sans uniform and I was demonstrating the crazy Lilo butt-wiggle she does when she's happy to see you and realised only at the end of it (pardon the pun) that I was in plain view of at least 2 cameras. That may come back to bite me...in the ass. Tee hee. Whatever.

I'm still unpacking. Who knew I had so much stuff? Okay, so pretty much everybody knew. Whatever. I have a lot of stuff. Blah.

The doglet had some serious diarrhea for a couple of days which was both gross and worrisome but I took her to the vet who stuck both a thermometer and a finger up her butt (she made her bum happy 2 times - for information on what that means exactly you'll have to contact my mom - which really didn't come out quite the way I meant it...) and injected her with saline (for the dehyration because that was a lot of pooping for such a little peanut-butt) which made her look like a camel (it was awesome, I wish I'd taken a picture of her squishy lump - so gross) and gave me some medicine to give her for the tummy as well as some special food and now she's all better. Which is good. Because she had one stinky butt. I was thinking of making her sleep outside. Not to mention the one night where she woke me up every 2 hours like clockwork all night long to...you know. Poop. With noises. Of the icky variety. Let's just leave it at that. So gross. Who's broke now? Me! But at least the peanut's butt is happy (three times now).

So that's pretty much it for today. My super cool friend the Senor came over and helped my clear out my storage unit on the weekend which was great...he also fixed the toilet in my ensuite (about a 5 hour job as it turned out), changed the headlights on my car (they burnt out) and did some yard work in the back yard. It was awesome! Super fantastico you might say. I dug it. Thanks Senor!!! Of course after that he'll probably never come back to visit me again...:-( Oh yeah, he also put together my easel and desk. It was kind of starting to resemble some sort of forced labour camp or something. Poor Senor.

And tonight I'm going to the night market with the cousins. Should be good. I'll take pictures. And formulate some snide remarks and anecdote-y type comments for your enjoyment at a later date.

Okay bye!