I did remember

Monday, Tuesday, FRIDAY!  How can a person not love a 3 day work week?  So up at 4:30, shower, eat oatmeal,comb out drippy hair and put gel in it, hope that it dries in perfect curls, laugh at self in the mirror for early morning delusions, try to slap makeup on a sweaty face, get dressed, walk out the door at 5:40.  Walk in to work 15 min. til 6:00, log on computer, turn on radio, unlock money bag, open all the programs needed to answer the public's questions and meet all of their needs, run the report lists, pick up coffee cup and head for squad room.  Most mornings the Capt is sitting at the table and coffee is made.  Not today so I started a pot of coffee and chatted with Ms Nancy while she tried to finish her report before going on days off.  Log all reports that have not been approved, log reports sent to CID, log reports coming straight to Records.  Now coffee, love the 1st cup the most.  It always taste the best.  It hasn't tasted as good since I got braces on but still not bad.  (I wonder if it will go back to tasting wonderful after all the metal in my mouth is gone?)  Talk with shift going off duty, make faces at on coming shift's smart @$$ remarks about my neck collar, return insults, drink more coffee, check mail box and pick up the ton of warnings Officers have done in last 24 hrs, take everything back to my office with a full cup of coffee.  Now it is time to run the daily log for the media.  For some reason people want to know what is going on.  So the last 24 hrs is printed off(Or the last 3 days if it is Monday), reviewed for any info that can not be released, all BIG secret CAN'T tell anybody stuff is blacked out, scan copy of report and store, print pdf of report, email report to 4 different people that are just as nosy as me.  Mark tally marks on calender (gotta keep track of how much stuff is sent out, Stats, always stats!), Review emails delete 99% because it is junk or does not pertain to me or my job, pick masterfiles from dispatch, check to see how many prisoners are still locked up, add reports picked up from squad room to the pile waiting to be checked in, Greet co-worker walking in the door right at 8:00, (being early is not his style) If it is Monday run last weeks arrest log, review to make sure no juvies are on the adult log, review charges make sure all is releasable, verify everyone on the lists really was arrested, give list to co-worker to be double checked, once double checked arrest report is printed to pdf file and emailed to 4 other people that are also nosy, well 3 are nosy and the other one is a boss that wants to make sure the nosy employee is really being nosy enough and doing the job right, mark down more tally marks (stats, remember? It is all about stats), phone is usually ringing or someone is at the window wanting a copy of a report or wants copies of the last 10 yrs of domestic reports that they have been involved in, look up info to try to give estimate of how many pages and how long it will take, while looking up check to see how many other times you or co-worker have released this same report to this same person, ask customer if they want all of the dozen reports where they had the crap beat out of them but decided to drop the charges, ask if they also want a copy of the prosecution waiver from all of those reports? (No?  You don't need those?  Are you sure??  The Judge might be interested that you never co-operate.  Are you sure you don't want them?), give estimate and listen to the customer complain that they can not wait that long because they have to be in court in 10 min in Tulsa, explain again that there is no human way to make that many copies any faster, take a sip of the full cup of coffee that you put down an hour ago, grimace at it's icy coldness, print off reports, redact all Big secret CAN'T tell anybody stuff, make photo copy, have victim (customer) fill out request form, take payment if needed, make receipt, give over the stack of reports while the customer complains that they are late for court, wish them a nice day, wait until they walk out the door before you shake your head and wonder how many more times will they let someone beat the crap out of them?, shred original copies that were redacted, pick up coffee and take another drink of the cold brew and decide that it is just awful and head back for a fresh cup. 
This is what most mornings are like at Owasso Police Departments Records Division.  There is always different reports, different customers, and new paper work to sort through.  But it follows this example most of the time.  This was what my return to work was like this week.  It took me a bit to remember what and where everything was.  3 and 1/2 weeks off and I was already forgetting things.  I was only working 6:00-11:00 this week.  Monday I had to come home and take a nap.  Tuesday I wasn't able to sleep.  Today I came home had lunch, went to the grocery store, then baked things to take to Gram's house for Turkey day.  I also made a maple cream sauce.  I've never tried it or made it before.  I saw the recipe online and thought it sounded wonderful.  It is wonderful.  I tried a small spoonful when it was done cooking.  OH MY!  It is going to taste so good on the pecan pie.  Once I cleaned up the mess I was worn out.  No oomph left, none.  I figure I should kick back on the couch a bit and listen to the radio.  Shy always wants to come give me kisses when I lay down on the couch.  So I spent a few min giggling at her and trying to dodge her kisses.  She found a spot on my shirt where I dribbled some cream sauce.  She liked it too.  I had to cover my shirt up to get her to leave it alone.  Out went the lights.  I didn't hold still for 2 min and I was asleep.  It felt good. 
My Aunt called and asked if we were going to come to the Wed. night Ham Dinner at Gram's house.  I had to turn her down.  I just didn't have the energy to put the hard collar back on and drive to Tulsa (OK, I wouldn't drive myself.  I would just sit in the passenger seat.  Geesh!).  I am sorry I missed it.  It is always good.  Just didn't have any oomphh left today.  Pretty sure that it was a good thing that I only worked 3 days this week.  I am sore and tired.  Not sleepy just tired.  It was good to get out of the house.  And 4:30 doesn't feel much different than 5:00.  It sounds worse but I didn't notice any difference.  I bet I do when I have to do it 4 days next week. 
I didn't miss all the afternoon work at all this week.  I wonder if I will remember how to do it when I finally go back on full days?