RIVERISMYGODDESS'S BLOG
From Bad to Worse
Monday, January 22, 2007 5:53 AM
Yes, it is the title of my shorter (but completed) fanfic (the one I gave Summer and Alan at D*C last year), but it applies to my life as of this weekend.4 pm Thursday - Go to work, covering a bartending shift for Crystal, hoping to make at least some decent cashy-money.
8 pm Thursday - Most tips all night, both tables and bar guests, have been weak tea. A young groups sits down at the bar, the guys order large Bud Lights, girl a Diet Coke. I go to get the frosted mugs for the beer and the first one slips out of my hand. My instant reaction is to catch it before it hits the others, while it's instant reaction is to hit the others and break one off in a very sharp configuration. I am instantly aware that I have been cut deeper than I can ever remember, so I apply pressure and hurry to the kitchen, where I almost black out. Amazingly wonderful co-worker takes me to ER, talks and jokes with me through it all, and even manages to take pictures and video on her phone while doc is stitching me up (I am hoping to get copies). Doc was cool too, goofy Scottish looking guy, knew his trade. As stitching was being done, I had my eye on the TV, which had been left on the Lifetime channel from the room's previous occupant. A movie was coming on, and who's name did I see in the credits but our own Jewel Staite! I had seen the movie before (I watched a lot of Lifetime with Ami, a lot). I went back to work, Heather had taken over bar but Crystal was coming back in. *sigh* I go home and zonk out.
5:30 am Friday - the Yeti is awakened by faithful pet PJ barking and goes to determine source of canine agitation (was sleeping in to take most of Friday off due to hurt finger). Opened the door,
"James Spettel?"
incomprehensible affirmative noise
"We have a warrant for your arrest."
I know that we have all heard the line countless times in movies and on TV, but let me assure you that it takes on a whole new context when it is being spoken to you. They let me get dressed and get my contacts in and get my wallet. During this time I asked what the warrant was for, and was told: Terroristic Threats and Acts (felony). I was cuffed and taken to various holding facilities until I could be transferred to the Laurens County Sheriff's Dept (once again). I got there in time to have a bologna sandwich. I was given a bond that day (they said it wouldn't be until Saturday morning), so I called my dad back and let him know. He came and got me right after dinner, which I didn't eat.
We returned to Warner Robins, and ate at the Hooters here (the girls aren't as enticing as some of the other stores I have been in, but they have a Red, and I was in dire need of a beer and something fried and tossed in buffalo sauce).
I spent Saturday relaxing and most of today in Atlanta, which I will document later, as it is late and I need rest for work tomorrow. I will be around my work e-mail, james dot spettel at robins dot af dot mil, but I might not be on the FFF or the 76th boards until I get off.
If something doesn't actually kill me in the next 9 days I will be very surprised.
One positive thing I pondered this weekend - if my life ever includes winning it big in a lottery, I have decided that in addition to taking everyone on a Browncoat cruise, I want to build a to-scale replica of our favorite Firefly-class transport. Wouldn't it be a fun place for a shindig?
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