A quick blurb while at my desk.
I was just sitting here at my desk, typing up a very lenthy report about an HIV, drug addict, who just can't seem to get his act together while on parole, when suddenly I had to stopped and was again blown away by the fact that I am a PAROLE OFFICER. Somedays life is just so...well, surreal, I suppose. A gun? Arresting people? In and out of jails? Wierd. Not to mention the fact that I live with two other parole officers, work as a barista part time, and help run an inner city youth group. It is almost too random to handle sometimes.
I'm tired.
I'm tired.