It’s just a name game.
11/22/2006
I managed to watch the race on Sunday, but was worn out by the time it aired.
I got called into work, the phone range at 4:30 Sunday morning and I didn’t grab it in time, it was sitting in the charger. The voice mail wasn’t picking up yet, when I tired to get the message. I stumbled to the coffee pot and got that started before the pager started beeping. Saba looked at me like I was crazy when I got his breakfast ready; it was way too early for him. I knew what was coming: I was headed into the office for some early morning work. There was a murder, 1 person dead the other hospitalized. I called the boss back, told him I was on my way. There were a bunch of witnesses; there were detectives at the scene, detectives in the office. Officers scattered about and it was my job to be the command center. There were lots of statements to be taken, lots of activity at the office. I managed to work for 6 hours before I even realized I had spent that much time there. It was dark as I wondered into the cop shop, but by the time I left it was a beautiful day.
I figured if I took a nap, the whole day was going to be shot. I called a couple of people to see if they were up for breakfast, but everyone had other plans. I stopped and grabbed some Tex-Mex and then headed to the big box hardware store. I had a couple of chores to do on the house before I could call it a day, and watch the race.
The list of corrections got done, my part was easy. I double checked with all the contractors Monday and called in for the re-inspection for today. I hope we can pass this time; I have everything corrected on the list and explanations for the ones that didn’t need correcting. We will see. I hope to have a little green tag on the window when I get home this afternoon. If I manage to get that little green tag, then I can start the insulation and sheet rock. Please, be gentle with me, I am at the end of my rope with this. I feel like the carrot is just beyond my reach but I keep going after it.
On Monday we found out the victim in our murder has a name problem. He has it listed on his ID as X-Y-Z on his police record as X-Y-Z and his "wife" referred to him as X-Y-Z. His family is insisting that his real name is X-Z-Y. It’s a border thing, in Mexico its first name, fathers name, mothers name. In the US its first name, mothers name then fathers name. I give up on this one: I got into a tiff with the boss, he wants it listed as X-Z-Y, and the report says X-Y-Z. I guess this is just one of the times when I get to just be quiet; I am the Admin, not a supervisor. I offered my explanation but got rebuffed so I did what I was told to do: I changed what I could, but someone else needs to change the computer, I don’t have the access any longer. They need to plead there case with Central Records.
This name game has been a problem; I don’t think it is going to get corrected anytime soon: it creates havoc with the record keeping, has been an on going issue for years. To me it seems simple: Once you have an ID in the system, that’s your name. Only you mother knows what your real name is.
http://spanish.about.com/cs/culture/a/surnames.htm/
