Chillin' Like a Villian... at the Station... How Ironic

I'm at the Police Station right now. Chillin'. I just performed my rap. While Adarsh and Ann go get food for themselves, I'm here toiling away... sitting mostly. I hate being bottom 10 because I just got scheduled the crappiest shifts ever. Matt has me working BOTH Friday AND Saturday nights. WTF. Does he want me to never do anything? I'm goign to talk to him about it because I was going to probably pick Saturday Reshall shifts up almost every week anyways, but I just don't want it as a permanent staple on my shedule. Oh well. I think I'll battle the Friday NightPowell first. I really hate Powell. I hate everything about it. Grr....

Shit. I really love this. Maybe I should be a police officer if the whole Paramedic/Othopaedic Surgeon thing doesn't work out. Hell, I'd do it. The only thing is I think that my radio traffic is the biggest mess. The thing is, I slur everything together, especially "s"... just my luck that I'm CSO 66. Shit... "CSO Thlix Thlix to contrlol"... That's seriously how it is sometimes. Or "YRL" becomes "YllllrRlllL" "l"s just find themselves in my speach over the radio.

I'm happy this school week is finally over. It was pretty draining. I'm not sure how I'm going to be able to handle it for the next 9 weeks. 5 classes is probably a bit much, especially with 2 jobs that total about 25 hours of work a week. I love it though. Everything is tying in together so well. I really feel like I've got things figured out... or maybe I've just convinced myself that I have. Either way, I don't mind... I'll take any reassurence I can, whether or not it's blind.