I woke up this morning with deep red light streaming through my windows. The sky outside was a particularly disconcerting dark shade of brown and I still can’t sleep, no matter how much I want to. I really hate dust storms.

The violent, self-absorbed gangbanger at work was supposed to get transfered out yesterday to an acute psychiatric hospital. They denied him admission, however, because he is too destructive. Apparently my place of employment is considered more well equipped to handle such a person. There is nine days and counting until he has to be transfered out under a court of law; I have an awful feeling that he’ll decide to do something to get arrested on a shift that I’m in charge of, cutting those nine days short and basically guaranteeing him a trip to prison. Sometimes I believe I work at a truly ridiculous place.

This semi-violent, self-absorbed gangbanger girl tried to roughhouse with me today, which was exceedingly odd, because I don’t think I come across as the type of person one should/would attempt to to roughhouse with at all. Girl gang culture is strange though - from what I’ve been able to gather in a couple of years, it seems to fluctuate from some sort of uber-flashy hoodrat thing to a tomboy’ish “I can break your face” thing. I am rather proud to say I got her in a headlock and slammed up against the wall before she tripped me up and we both went down to to ground. She habitually sneaks up behind me on a daily basis and tries to screw up my already messy hair. Sometimes I believe I work at an okay place.

I need to sleep.