Sometimes, being hit in the face is the best therapy

*sigh* I feel better.

My fight team, Capitol Punishment Mixed Martial Arts (doing business as "College Park Mixed Martial Arts": http://cpmma.net/), was hosting a sparring session with a pro kickboxing/MMA fighter this morning. The same pro fighter was having one of his students train for her first amateur MMA bout. With the cow manure, horse shit, and sewage affecting me two weeks in a row, I needed to hit something (or someone). So, yeah, SPARRING TIME!

Naturally, I was to spar the pro fighter. I don't remember his record. He was training for his next fight. As you could expect, I was excited about it. It also helps to play some Wu-Tang Clan and Lord Have Mercy to get hyped! *both thumbs up* Then we start the sparring session...

:-/

I'll get straight to the point: I got my ass kicked. But, aside from some technical issues with my fight game, I beat myself because of inconsistent training and bad cardio. The end result may have been the same, but it's not a good look when the cardio is sub-par and you can't move as fast. Even with my legs being kicked (and I can verify this because I fought in an exhibition match almost 2 years ago), it was not affecting my movement. My cardio is affecting my movement. I get hit a lot while sparring. I'm one of those people that adhere to the notion of being able to take hits while landing your own. With that said, cardio determines whether you can maintain some control or if you get ragdolled. I think I was in somewhere in the middle today.

My boxing still needs work. I'm not delusional about my hand skills. But what I need to do is throw two- or three-punch combos (and end with a kick...or two, in kickboxing sessions). What's also more interesting is as the pro fighter was giving me tips, he said that I could read his movements well. *nods* Hmm...not bad.

Yeah, getting hit in the face (and legs and right arm and right obliques) was the best therapy for me today. Almost makes me wanna try my hand at fighting again....

Crisis Contained

Oh my...

This week needs to end. Like, I'm glad it's Friday and I cannot wait for Friday to end. I'm almost savoring it like the Checkers burger/wings/fries I just ate. ^_^

For 8 days, this particular youth made his life difficult for everyone involved. I have to figure out the next steps for this fool as he alienated almost everyone in his family with his misbehavior. But, he ain't dead. And I'm not traveling up to Baltimore to answer any questions.

I originally thought "Crisis Averted"...I think "Crisis Contained" fits the situation better.

Even with the crisis contained, there's so much that needs to be done and I haven't had the time or energy to complete the other essential paperwork. And it's been this way since last week. Worst of all, this month is almost over. Talk about overwhelming. So, effective today, I'm excusing myself from purely social events. Unfortunately, it's like that.

One of these days, I will write a blog not talking about my work. It's coming. Let me just get through this craziness...

Maladjusted humans

I’m seriously about to lose my mind.

Yeah, hi. I’m back. Back from not posting anything for a year and some change. And there’s a lot to update. The bullet points:

• Barack Hussein Obama is the first (and currently, the only) Black president to win the presidency TWICE;
•  There was a woman I was dating around the last time I wrote anything. She and I broke up. I take the blame for it;
• I’m still training in the martial arts; however…
• I’m constantly inundated with work. Work would have me rip out my hair if I had any to rip out…

Actually, I’m gonna go into that above bullet point for a bit. I’m frustrated enough where I have to write about it. I don’t have the capacity to think of some witty lines for it. Maybe later, but not now. Yeah, and I’m gonna post my thoughts on this online forum. I fell off from that as life became more complicated. There’s also this unsavory occurrence where I posted my thoughts online—much like I’m doing here and now—and it was on a very sensitive topic that I should have discussed with my girlfriend at the time. Several times in my head, my better judgment told me not to post it and talk it out with her. I went against that better judgment. Naturally, she broke up with me (there’s a lot of that going in my life—but that’s later). I know I’m forgiven, but that’s one hell of a thorn in my side. So, I have to be careful about what I post because my work deals with a very sensitive population.

With that said, there’s worse things posted and exposed online. The FBI just shut down a Web site about mermaids. I don’t think my written thoughts are going to destroy the fabric or trust of the public.  I post enough on Facebook and Twitter, and if the government/employer had a real problem with it, they know where to find me.

When you got an AWOL kid and you’re thinking, “It’s not a matter of if, but when he gets seriously hurt or killed”, it makes the shit real. I, for one, can barely believe that I have nearly two weeks of disturbingly haywire activity. Half of my troubles come from the kids that are stuck on stupid. The other half comes from the paperwork that comes with said youth stuck on stupid. And everyone above me wants the work done either immediately or 1-2 days later.

This is the problem of working with maladjusted humans. Those working with them have a lot of responsibility on their shoulders. Everyone outside of the grunt work that is juvenile probation is making decisions that never seem to be made with the foot soldiers’ input. And there is the money…yeah…if you’re not making a profit, then you’re being given money and you have to prove your worth in order to continue being given money. It’s proven through numbers and calculations and scientific data. If you can’t prove through either mode that your work is worth being funded, you either lose money or become defunded.

As the entire above paragraph happens, I’m in my office wondering how to juggle everything and practice solid time management concepts when the shitstorms hit hard. I’m demanded to supervise every youth and young adult I’m responsible for without fail when time is never on my side. And for the record, I could have done work from home. In the time I’ve taken to write this post, I could have gotten some work done. Sure. And how would I get compensated for the time taken outside of work to get the work done? Overtime? More comp time? Do I look like I would be willing to work any more than the 8-10 hours already put in?

Yeah…I don’t think so.

And with that, I feel better. I’m out.