Friday, August 29, 2003

We’ve had some auditors here this week, checking the criminal desk files. They’ve been tying up our conference lunch room, which has been a bit of a pain. Today was the worst because lunch came at about 12:15 and they were still in there.

So we went into the training room, using the weight benches as tables. I walked in to hear loud yelling and see some of the fellas staring up at the wall-mounted TV. They were watching a videotape of the Ultimate Fighting Championship or whatever it was called. For those who have no idea what this is, it’s a combination of wrestling, boxing, and martial arts and it’s fought by very buff idiots men. The deputies watching were completely mesmerized.

I was disgusted and fascinated all at the same time. What I found amazing was that the guys were talking about it like it was the NFL or some other sport rather than some pay-per-view-only violent freak show.

I was shoveling food into my mouth, trying not to drip on my clothes, when they let loose with a loud combination grunt-whoop yell. Apparently, whatever happened was so good they had to rewind it several times to watch. Two guys were circling each other when all of a sudden Baldie #1’s left arm came flying across to hit Baldie #2’s chin. Knocked unconscious, B2 face-planted the mat and lay there for several minutes unconscious with medics of some sort hovering over him while B1 danced in victory.

< sarcasm > Yeah, that’s good lunchtime viewing. < /sarcasm >

I work with hoodlums.