I sat on the fire hydrant waiting for my afternoon bus to arrive to take me back to Camarillo last Friday. In the meantime, I was peeling the crust off of a sandwich I bought that, had I noticed wouldn't have been purchased, had poppy seeds to go with sesame and fennel seeds.

I don't know how much veracity there is in the claim that eating poppy seeds will piss-test you positive for opium, but I guarantee you that I would not be willing to find out. For this same reason, I passed up some good looking muffins in the IT department on Friday. My birthday was on Wednesday, so I'll be in the clear for the next two weeks or so, which is fortunate because I gave up on the quixotic attempt to rid my baguette of its crust, and decided that I was, in fact, willing to find out.

Mmm, that turkey pesto baguette was not worth the risk.

I came back to the facility late, and I got off with a warning, but this one 5'4" male officer (we all call him Napoleon) said that if I'm late, that I need to get a note from the bus driver. I feel like I'm the 3rd grade, but thems the rules.

Later on the evening, in accordance to my routine, I took a shower at 9pm. Our room is accidentally by Officer Johnson to do cleanup duty. Now, normally, being absent for chores such as this is grounds for a write up, and my two bunkies went when they were beckoned. When Office Johnson came up, though, to ask me where I was, I told him that I took a shower because I knew that the chore schedule was for the room across the way. In truth, he had announced the correct room number, but called the wrong numbers. My room's next scheduled chore was to do Saturday morning kitchen hall. I was in the clear, and my shorttime/inexperienced bunkies were, in effect, "volunteers" to make up for the "no-shows".

After serving up breakfast, late Saturday morning was spent cleaning the room and trying to egg Mike on to do his share, he being a prototypical sloven young twenty something. He's not so much an alpha male but more like an alpha salesman. My time with him is finite, I keep telling myself. I mean, he's a decent guy but not the type that I'd want to live with. He did, however, piss dirty when he came in, but the CSO's were lenient and only gave him three extra days.