I got the mail, which included the phone I
ordered on eBay. I really liked the lobby shift. It was basically
barge work plus standing a watch. I managed to take some phone calls,
remind guys when they had mail and laundry, and otherwise just do
stuff for two hours straight. I really liked it.
I also finally got around to doing my
laundry. I had forgotten on Thursday do it, and in all of the
confusion had to put it off Friday and I finally got a heap o' stuff
washed. Bono called in and he said he was going to be working late
with his disabled brother and wanted me to pass that on to Yesbert,
who—as I'd suspected—told me that a phone call about that shit
wasn't enough.
A lot of folks here are recovering from
drug problems so it's important that they not be able to vanish for a
night and simply come back in the morning. Purgatory House doesn't
want to help folks that are just going to crash here between getting
high, so suddenly going on an unauthorized absence with no notice is
a red flag.
I rebuilt the personnel list and
discovered that I didn't have a card on file. You know what they say,
the misfile you find may be your own. I kind of miss me being on
lobby because everyone since then has misspelled my name.
Lunch rolled around, and I guess Dennis
is adamant that folks on lobby can't duck out to get food. I'd like
to stay on his good side, so I was resigned to not having any, but
Wheelchair Guy offered to get me some. Heart of gold, that guy.
Between being on watch and having to
shake people down for watches, I've been learning a lot of people's
names.
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