Mmmm, kuchen
At my last day at work before my "weekend", I got to spend ten minutes with my S/S. So I told him about the other guy that was sleeping on the job. My rationale was that if he was being discovered by employees on the site, it was putting the contract, and thus my job, in possible danger.
Turns out that the S/S had already heard about it from an employee.
I'll see him tonight, and he'll tell me how his talk with that guy went. But I do know that my schedule is being shifted around. I'm probably going to have my weekends free now, as the S/S wants me to be the one there in the mornings when employees come in. I'm not sure what he's going to do about the two double shifts that van Winkle does on the weekends, which are sixteen hours long each. Maybe bring in a part time guy, or maybe let me split them with him, so that we each do twelve hours in a day. We'll see.
Later that same night, we had something that had the potential to be exiting, but that's all it remained: potential.
I'd let the two bike patrol guys into the cafeteria/atrium as I often do to get their hot water for tea or chocolate or whatever, and we were all sitting there between our rounds talking and listening to the rain hit the glass ceiling five stories up, when we heard a loud thumpBANG!
Two of us were on our feet in a shot, the other was a moment behind. I started checking all the areas on the ground floor, and they ran outside to check the perimeter. I'd gone all the way through the ground floor of my site without finding anything, when I got a call on the phone: "Can you come outside by the loading bay?"
So guess where I ran? Sorry, guess where I moved with deliberate speed? :P
In the parking lot of my site there's a detached building. It's not part of my responsibilities to handle it, but the people that own it also maintain an office in my building. I'm not positive what they do, but I think it might have something to do with medical diagnostic equipment.
Anyway, the two bike patrol guys were standing on opposite sides of this building in the rain, and the senior one waved me over. He pointed to the forced (and broken) window, and said "The light in there just came on as we approached."
He figured that the bang we heard was this window (reasonable) and that the person was still inside. He wanted to know if I'd help maintain the perimeter while we called the police.
At the low wage we're paid, we're not especially inclined to risk ourselves excessively. Three against x unknowns is better than two. So I stayed out there for about ten minutes (a nice surprise, as some guards have waiting for over an hour) until the RCMP arrived, then I darted back to my site and rechecked the ground floor. After all, I was away for long enough for something to happen.
All clear at my site, and I waited for the RCMP to be done with the other guys so I could hear what happened.
Turns out that they went into the building, found nothing, and none of the computers or anything appeared to be disturbed. So they wrote it up and left.
About twenty minutes later, the bike patrol swung by the building again. The same window was disturbed again, and so he went inside with his partner.
It looks like there was one guy that had broken in, and that he was hiding behind a door in the bathroom the entire time that the RCMP were in there. They evidently didn't look very well, and after they left and he (or she I suppose) determined that it was safe, they made a beeline for the window and escaped into the night.
Creepy, eh?
On my usual forays into the mass of crap that is the internet, I found this clip that amused me to no end. I suspect it's because it's G.I. Joe, but who knows? Anyway, there are porn banners all around the video clip, so if that is likely to bother you, don't click here.
A many-fragged friend of mine sent me a link to another video clip today. It contains excerpts from Fox Facts and CNN Crossfire. I'd seen the bits from Crossfire, but never the Fox stuff before. Sheesh. Check out the astonishing arrogance that gets presented sometimes on the US news.
Speaking of CNN's Crossfire, remember when Jon Stewart was on?
Well, here's his spin on it the following Monday.
And pro-life anti-stem cell research Christians taking advantage of stem cells from aborted fetuses? You betcha! Seems practical to me, to tell the truth. It's not like all of the notes from experiments on people performed by the Nazis were burned, is it?
Oh, and on Wednesday I got taken out by my mom and stepdad for lunch in anticipation of my birthday, which is in a few days. I'd told my mom a few weeks ago that I didn't really want to do anything, but she kept asking and seemed so unhappy to not acknowledge it, that I relented and said we could go to dinner before work on that day I don't remember. :P
Then I decided that rather than change my sleeping habits for something that I wasn't all keen for anyway, I called her and asked if they'd be willing to just do lunch on my day off. They were, and I had the benefit of catching them before they went off and bought me a present. Sweet! They've done more than enough for me. Although they did bring me a cake, which I managed to devour in about twentyfour hours. ;)
It seems that my years-long plan of not telling people when my birthday is until after it's passed by is working - fewer and fewer of my friends remember the date each year, as what is there to remember? When my family isn't around I don't celebrate it. It's not like I did anything that needs to be remembered on that date, so what's the dealio?
In 1996, while living with three guys in a house, I took a book and some snacks and climbed a tree out back just so I could get some peace from well-wishers and phone calls on my birthday.
Everybody expects you to be excited on it, or grateful that they're telling you "happy birthday". Thanks, but try to take the cue from me. I've let myself go along with it in the past when people want to go out for dinner and such, but truly I'd rather not. And getting presents? Save your money people - there's not really anything you can get me that I need, and Gord knows I don't need any more cutsie junk cluttering up my place. I'm well known for my complete inability to throw anything out, including broken unfixable toys from my childhood and spent batteries. So let's all try to do our part and not burden me, m'kay?
Also, my birthday is a scant two weeks before Christmas, and since most people do celebrate some form of the commercial holiday, they'd be better served by spending their money on other people for that then for something that pulls me away from the internet or my sleep before work that's really a celebration for them, and not for me.
Okay, rant off. You still don't know when my birthday is, and I'm not telling until after the fact. Enjoy trying to remember it for a year! ;)
Edited for a P.S.: Ewwwww! I just looked out on my balcony and found a folded over wad of course toilet paper stuck to the edge, and it had rained. There was a big green splat inside, I could see through the now-transparent paper. Who the hell blows their nose and throws it out their window?!
Dig this: "On the other side, it is the proliferation of suicide-bombing that has come to seem normal. Soldiers commonly risk their lives for nation, honor, or buddy -- but they will not kill themselves with forethought, in large numbers, except for the most transcendent of reasons. The United States has given itself an enemy that shows by its central tactic that it is fighting for God."
Wow. Check out the rest of James Carroll's piece "Afraid to look into the moral abyss".
Turns out that the S/S had already heard about it from an employee.
I'll see him tonight, and he'll tell me how his talk with that guy went. But I do know that my schedule is being shifted around. I'm probably going to have my weekends free now, as the S/S wants me to be the one there in the mornings when employees come in. I'm not sure what he's going to do about the two double shifts that van Winkle does on the weekends, which are sixteen hours long each. Maybe bring in a part time guy, or maybe let me split them with him, so that we each do twelve hours in a day. We'll see.
Later that same night, we had something that had the potential to be exiting, but that's all it remained: potential.
I'd let the two bike patrol guys into the cafeteria/atrium as I often do to get their hot water for tea or chocolate or whatever, and we were all sitting there between our rounds talking and listening to the rain hit the glass ceiling five stories up, when we heard a loud thumpBANG!
Two of us were on our feet in a shot, the other was a moment behind. I started checking all the areas on the ground floor, and they ran outside to check the perimeter. I'd gone all the way through the ground floor of my site without finding anything, when I got a call on the phone: "Can you come outside by the loading bay?"
So guess where I ran? Sorry, guess where I moved with deliberate speed? :P
In the parking lot of my site there's a detached building. It's not part of my responsibilities to handle it, but the people that own it also maintain an office in my building. I'm not positive what they do, but I think it might have something to do with medical diagnostic equipment.
Anyway, the two bike patrol guys were standing on opposite sides of this building in the rain, and the senior one waved me over. He pointed to the forced (and broken) window, and said "The light in there just came on as we approached."
He figured that the bang we heard was this window (reasonable) and that the person was still inside. He wanted to know if I'd help maintain the perimeter while we called the police.
At the low wage we're paid, we're not especially inclined to risk ourselves excessively. Three against x unknowns is better than two. So I stayed out there for about ten minutes (a nice surprise, as some guards have waiting for over an hour) until the RCMP arrived, then I darted back to my site and rechecked the ground floor. After all, I was away for long enough for something to happen.
All clear at my site, and I waited for the RCMP to be done with the other guys so I could hear what happened.
Turns out that they went into the building, found nothing, and none of the computers or anything appeared to be disturbed. So they wrote it up and left.
About twenty minutes later, the bike patrol swung by the building again. The same window was disturbed again, and so he went inside with his partner.
It looks like there was one guy that had broken in, and that he was hiding behind a door in the bathroom the entire time that the RCMP were in there. They evidently didn't look very well, and after they left and he (or she I suppose) determined that it was safe, they made a beeline for the window and escaped into the night.
Creepy, eh?
On my usual forays into the mass of crap that is the internet, I found this clip that amused me to no end. I suspect it's because it's G.I. Joe, but who knows? Anyway, there are porn banners all around the video clip, so if that is likely to bother you, don't click here.
A many-fragged friend of mine sent me a link to another video clip today. It contains excerpts from Fox Facts and CNN Crossfire. I'd seen the bits from Crossfire, but never the Fox stuff before. Sheesh. Check out the astonishing arrogance that gets presented sometimes on the US news.
Speaking of CNN's Crossfire, remember when Jon Stewart was on?
Well, here's his spin on it the following Monday.
And pro-life anti-stem cell research Christians taking advantage of stem cells from aborted fetuses? You betcha! Seems practical to me, to tell the truth. It's not like all of the notes from experiments on people performed by the Nazis were burned, is it?
Oh, and on Wednesday I got taken out by my mom and stepdad for lunch in anticipation of my birthday, which is in a few days. I'd told my mom a few weeks ago that I didn't really want to do anything, but she kept asking and seemed so unhappy to not acknowledge it, that I relented and said we could go to dinner before work on that day I don't remember. :P
Then I decided that rather than change my sleeping habits for something that I wasn't all keen for anyway, I called her and asked if they'd be willing to just do lunch on my day off. They were, and I had the benefit of catching them before they went off and bought me a present. Sweet! They've done more than enough for me. Although they did bring me a cake, which I managed to devour in about twentyfour hours. ;)
It seems that my years-long plan of not telling people when my birthday is until after it's passed by is working - fewer and fewer of my friends remember the date each year, as what is there to remember? When my family isn't around I don't celebrate it. It's not like I did anything that needs to be remembered on that date, so what's the dealio?
In 1996, while living with three guys in a house, I took a book and some snacks and climbed a tree out back just so I could get some peace from well-wishers and phone calls on my birthday.
Everybody expects you to be excited on it, or grateful that they're telling you "happy birthday". Thanks, but try to take the cue from me. I've let myself go along with it in the past when people want to go out for dinner and such, but truly I'd rather not. And getting presents? Save your money people - there's not really anything you can get me that I need, and Gord knows I don't need any more cutsie junk cluttering up my place. I'm well known for my complete inability to throw anything out, including broken unfixable toys from my childhood and spent batteries. So let's all try to do our part and not burden me, m'kay?
Also, my birthday is a scant two weeks before Christmas, and since most people do celebrate some form of the commercial holiday, they'd be better served by spending their money on other people for that then for something that pulls me away from the internet or my sleep before work that's really a celebration for them, and not for me.
Okay, rant off. You still don't know when my birthday is, and I'm not telling until after the fact. Enjoy trying to remember it for a year! ;)
Edited for a P.S.: Ewwwww! I just looked out on my balcony and found a folded over wad of course toilet paper stuck to the edge, and it had rained. There was a big green splat inside, I could see through the now-transparent paper. Who the hell blows their nose and throws it out their window?!
Dig this: "On the other side, it is the proliferation of suicide-bombing that has come to seem normal. Soldiers commonly risk their lives for nation, honor, or buddy -- but they will not kill themselves with forethought, in large numbers, except for the most transcendent of reasons. The United States has given itself an enemy that shows by its central tactic that it is fighting for God."
Wow. Check out the rest of James Carroll's piece "Afraid to look into the moral abyss".
posted by Rimmy at 13:51
2 Comments:
Yo Joe!
Damn those CNN/Fox clips were harsh Jesus Cartwheeling Christ!
Makes me kind of ill actually. Yes I'm still reading your posts, just not writing too much...my life has been lately as I would like to call"One Great Fuck off!"
Its not that bad actually....just oddly stagnent.
Don't be so hard on people for wanting to celebrate your birthday.
They mean well. Its a sign on this planet that people want to do selfless things for YOU. Most of the time anyhow. Selfless acts are not commen round this planet don't you know.
Not giving you a hard time, just giving you my opinion.
Right I'm off for a shag!
Ah, I don't know that they want to do a selfless act *for* me, more one *to* me.
I mean, when someone asks you what you want to do for your birthday and you answer "To just let it pass by like a normal day unacknowledged", and instead they push and cajole you to go out and something with them, aren't they doing something other than being selfless?
In my mom's case, *maybe* I could see it as being something important to her, as it commemorates her having a kid, which seems to be an important experience.
I say "seems to be", because lots of people go into wedding fever getting churches and hundreds of people to attend and spending thousands of dollars on flowers... and for what? Just get married already.
A hundred years ago nobody had weddings like that except for royalty, or the *ultra*-rich.
As I said in the post, I think people should take the cue from the one they're supposedly "honouring".
And if you happen to *be* with a bunch of people, out to dinner or playing miniature golf or at a movie and they decide to say "happy birthday" to you, so be it. That's about as far as I really feel comfortable with, at least this year.
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