Tuesday, April 15, 2003

This weather is unbelievable. It’s mid-April yet it’s cold out! It’s wet and windy, too. I won’t need to water my friends today. No change with the tulip trees or lavender bush. The question is, are they alive or just dormant? When you get bare-root plants, it’s hard to tell.

Anyway, I wish it could be like this tomorrow when we go out. I’ll have to sweat my ass off for these welfare bums enough as it is in the upcoming months.

I really do hope Scot’s back. I didn’t like him, but I was at least comfortable with him. With these other POs, I can never know what they may get in mind to do, so he can come on back, tell me that with a “victim like this” I can’t get off probation early, then tell me how much time I have left as if I didn’t know or might forget.

I still can’t believe I once felt the judge wasn’t to blame because he was simply going along with the sentencing laws, but after having time to reflect on things, I realized that that’s no excuse. Any normal, decent judge would’ve stepped back and declared 3 years unreasonable and unfair, yet he didn’t so I very much blame him. He could’ve done the right thing and he didn’t. He still could’ve done the right thing when Scot recommended I get on with my life, but no. Everyone knows I don’t deserve or need to be on probation and it’s more than obvious that they’re doing it just to do it just because they can.

I was wrong, but not so wrong on my vibe about that guy returning to work. He did return, but Meagan was out, so he still had to work twice as hard. What are his employees doing? Making sure that at least one of them is absent? Do they secretly find out ahead of time who’s going to be absent and decide on who it should be just to make Tom’s life more miserable? He’s miserable as it is with a severe head cold. He said he never had a cold come on this fast. Just yesterday all he had was a scratchy throat. He says he hopes it’ll go away fast since it came on fast and that I might get it. Not a chance, I assured him. I’d have to be severely sleep-deprived like I was in jail in order to get sick. I told him not to put himself out on account of the blacks if he’s too sick to go out tomorrow. I’ll report next week if we have to and they’ll just have to live with it. He said, though, that he’d be fine for going out.

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