Had a probie show up unannounced this morning (a DUI offender who needs probational community service). She had failed to call on the day her probationary office had told her to, had in fact not called at all. Showed up . . . in flip flops. Um, when you chose to do your hours at an arboretum, what kind of work did you think you'd be doing?
On one hand, I feel bad, because the whole world doesn't do my work and even give it a second thought, and the girl has no license and had to hoof it over here by train and bus and foot. On the other hand, you just took up an hour of my director's time that was not part of today's very busy schedule (and I'm very protective of my Friday time, so that we're not going over going into the weekend). At least her name isn't Skye this time.
And speaking of which, another woman has to do 180 hours (one hundred and eighty hours!!!) for a DUI. Sheeeiiit. If that's for a DUI, and my no insurance thing is worse in the eyes of the courts, my attorney better work miracles, because I cannot handle that with an over 40-hour work week. At least this woman is "in between jobs", so she can knock it out in just over a month (she'll practically be our full-time assistant, which I'm totally down with. Keep drinking and driving, people, we've got lots of work for you!!).
Our first probie we liked so much that we kept joking that we'd celebrate his completion of his hours with a few too many drinks and send him driving home (of course on the third strike it was jail time, so it was only ever a joke). And I adored my pot smoker, poor doobie. The shoplifter was a lazy little sh*t, though. No more of those little princesses, thank you.