Our Cheif of Police has this weird thing she does...it's called AHOD (All Hands on Deck). It's when all of us (police) have to work. It honestly just irritates us to no end. Plus the hucks know when it is, so they lay low...yeah, smart plan!
Anyway -
I was on a detail so I didn't have to work in the section (thank god too). I was on a bike detail, but working out of the main station. On Tuesday, a bunch of the guys decided to cook out at the station and have beers/parlay at the end of the night. I had a lock-up like 23 minutes before check off, but I type rather quickly, so I busted that out (after I broke the printer...I'm not sure how I did that) - and went to the cookout in the back.
I called him and told him that I was at the station, had a couple of beers...was playing beer pong...would have one more drink and would be home. That was at 11:22pm.
So I had more than 1 more beer. I had a few more. Mind you, I haven't been 'out' like that since January. Before I met him. I went out once before with Flyy but Husband called me kind of constantly through that.
He calls me at 1:31 and says "WHERE ARE YOU?" *before I could answer* "Are you still at the station?"
Me, thinking nothin is wrong, fire back "yeah...I'm still here, are you ok?"
"Am I ok? You know what, just do what you do".
I get a little like no this mutha-fatha did NOT just ruin my fun like that! I say "What? So what, I've gotta come home now?"
"No [Sig], just do what you do man. Do what you do!" -click-
Oh I was hea.ted! Like, you're kidding me right. I'm probably in the safest damn place I could be. I was so mad. But I didn't just leave right then. I had uno more beer. Then I rode home.
When I walked through the door, I grabbed it with both hands and SLAMMED the door shut. I went to the bathroom, made sure the cat had enough food, grabbed my medicine, some clothes and a couple of books - walked up to him and shoved him on the shoulder and yelled "It's 1-fuckin-50am. Clock what time I got here! And feed the goddamn cat!" And I was headed to the door.
He kinda ran ahead of me, and slammed the door shut when I opened it and was like "I"m not lettin you leave". We get into this back and forth thing. I'm yelling at him "I"m good enough to fuck, but I can't even go out one damn time without you flippin out" - he's yellin at me to calm down and won't let me leave.
Finally I walk off and stalk downstairs sayin "I'm not sleepin in the bed with you! don't follow me! go away".
He comes downstairs and we are screaming at each other (mind you, I don't yell...it just isn't me). Back and forth back and forth. I was soooooo mad.
Mainly because I don't get to do practically anything anymore. I mean...he doesn't even like that I prefer to work out after I get off work...so I haven't seen a gym in months. (I'm faaarrrr to lazy to work out before I go in....like I express all the time...me getting up at 9am is like someone with a normal schedule getting woken up at 2am --- it throws ya whole schedule waaayyyy off).
But the unfair thing....I encourage him to go out with his friends. Seriously. He would rather us spend time together, and sometimes its rather suffocating. I don't say anything...it's better not to stir that particular thing, and just deal with it. I mean...like they are starting a softball team at my station. I want to join -- really bad. We just fought about that, because the games are on a Sunday, and he feels that we won't spend "any" time on Sunday together if I go do that. wtf? We sleep until usually 12pm anyway - and I've gotta be out the house by 1:20 to make it to roll call on time.
So it looks like I won't be joining that. And then he says he prefers it when I'm working in the station (which I despise b/c I listen to ppl complain all damn day long) because he knows I'm safe. What?! Ugh! That's so frustrating. I have a better chance getting robbed or something out of uniform on my day off or something, than I do in full uniform in a damn scout car.
And then....
Then - I was asked if I wanted to go to this specialized unit. It's plain-clothed....I have badly wanted to get out of the mundane rut of patrol. Plus it's a detail, so if I hate it, and the rotating shifts...I can bounce. I tell the Sgt that asked me "yes!" (after I got the low on what exactly they do) -- and yesterday Husband tells me "you accepted without even asking how I felt about it". Huh?! He jumped at it when he heard I'd have 3 day weekends every other weekend....but then he all of a sudden is irritated b/c "I have a less chance of being safe". What?? I just don't get it.
It's frustrating.
But I have this book that I want to go read....plus I need to iron....take my medicine...do the dishes.......
'night.
Jeter - Monday, Sept. 28, 2009