maybe it is all the crap that is going on in my life that brought me back to live journal. i am going through so much and trying to find direction all at the same time. i know when God closes a door he opens a window, but i am still trying to figure out where this window is! i am currently staying with my mom and grandma with tori. jerm and i are trying to figure out where to move, but he is staying with some friends. there are obvious problems there so i don't need to go on.
work sucks. i have my good times, don't get me wrong, but i have some problems that i am going to have to bring up soon. i have a business guy as my immediate supervisor (i am stuck in the front doing office work/evidence intake/reporting/finding everyones stuff/picking up the slack wherever it may be kind of thing. oh yeah, and serology, fingerprinting, crime scene training, and drug chemistry training and soon case review. i have a lot to do, but we don't have much case work for me to do at any particular time. but when i have something to do, i have to ask permission to do it, i have to drop what i am doing and take in evidence or watch the phone while my supervisor "goes to lunch" or whatever. things get better and then he goes back to normal. i dunno. maybe it is just because there is something about him i don't like. interns have the relationships in the lab that i want. i kinda miss the smell of the flammables cabinet. i miss the cold feeling acetone on gloves gives you. i miss the sound of timers going off when a test is done, and the feeling of finding that one positive stain. some days i wish we get a call to a scene so i can do something other than answer phones and send messages.
to make things better my uncle committed suicide last week and i had to deal with that and everything else on top of it. it was out of the blue. we just saw him the day before for his son's b-day party. he was fine, nothing out of the ordinary. then i got a phone call that he was dead and he did it. no note, so no definite reason why. we have theories that it was a medicine thing, but no certainty. it was just so out of character. so not my Uncle Bill. my 8 year old cousin doesn't have his daddy anymore, one week to the day of his bday, his dad is gone. and my aunt, wow, i don't know what to say. it is so hard to talk to them and see them. i know i can't make them better but that is my only thought. so i just stay there, i hug i talk to them. i guess that is all i can do. i just worry and wish i could do more.
work sucks. i have my good times, don't get me wrong, but i have some problems that i am going to have to bring up soon. i have a business guy as my immediate supervisor (i am stuck in the front doing office work/evidence intake/reporting/finding everyones stuff/picking up the slack wherever it may be kind of thing. oh yeah, and serology, fingerprinting, crime scene training, and drug chemistry training and soon case review. i have a lot to do, but we don't have much case work for me to do at any particular time. but when i have something to do, i have to ask permission to do it, i have to drop what i am doing and take in evidence or watch the phone while my supervisor "goes to lunch" or whatever. things get better and then he goes back to normal. i dunno. maybe it is just because there is something about him i don't like. interns have the relationships in the lab that i want. i kinda miss the smell of the flammables cabinet. i miss the cold feeling acetone on gloves gives you. i miss the sound of timers going off when a test is done, and the feeling of finding that one positive stain. some days i wish we get a call to a scene so i can do something other than answer phones and send messages.
to make things better my uncle committed suicide last week and i had to deal with that and everything else on top of it. it was out of the blue. we just saw him the day before for his son's b-day party. he was fine, nothing out of the ordinary. then i got a phone call that he was dead and he did it. no note, so no definite reason why. we have theories that it was a medicine thing, but no certainty. it was just so out of character. so not my Uncle Bill. my 8 year old cousin doesn't have his daddy anymore, one week to the day of his bday, his dad is gone. and my aunt, wow, i don't know what to say. it is so hard to talk to them and see them. i know i can't make them better but that is my only thought. so i just stay there, i hug i talk to them. i guess that is all i can do. i just worry and wish i could do more.
