Got a holster, now if my shirt only fit...
Nothing too interesting going on. Aside from my first day of the week at work not leaving me sleepy. Maybe I'm finally getting used to it, or finally getting more sleep. I'll refrain from speaking definitively until I've collected more data. :)
The Sleeper must be feeling better, because he's more brusque to me now. When he was at the height of his back pain, he was positively jovial (for him). Asking how I was, even cracking a couple of jokes about stuff he heard on the radio.
Now it's "Hello" (in response to me saying hi) followed by "I'll see you in the morning" and he leaves. Back to his old self. :P
There was a holster for the radio waiting for me when I got to work, btw. That was a nice surprise. Now I can carry that thing on my hip and not end up with a serious case of claw-hand by the end of the night.
Of course, the I-Hate-Everything Romanian complained about it. "It's too heavy man!" he said.
"Heavy?" I asked. "The radio weighs the same as it ever did, and a couple hundred grams of leather and metal don't add much to it."
He then went on about how far he has to walk each night on his patrols (he figures around 25-30 kilometers). Yeah yeah, whatever you say.
From the time I got there (2335 or so) until about 0230 he didn't budge from his chair in my lobby. Then he said "I'll see you at 0400 for hot chocolate" and headed off to do his "rounds", which really means he goes to the fourth floor of an adjacent building and sleeps, since he didn't go down to the exercise room in that same adjacent building to watch tv. I know, because we looked through the window. ;)
So I took his seat and talked to his partner for a bit. His partner said "Did you notice his report?" and pushes it across to me. Neat trick, not only does it have him doing patrols every half hour since I got there (remember, he hadn't moved), it also anticipated the next 1.5 hours and had his patrols written in there, including that everything was secure. Must be nice to have gypsy precognitive powers, eh?
Also, for some reason I headed out to work slightly earlier than usual. This was fortunate as they were doing track maintainance along my route. So instead of hopping on the train and going, it was hopping on the train, going for two stations. Getting out on the wrong side, waiting for another train, taking that for a station, then going for a bit, slowing down and stopping in the middle of the track, going backwards for a bit, then stopping and waiting, then going forwards again.
Fun!
I see JC has died. No, the other one. :P
Also, yesterday (January 22) was the anniversary of when R. Budd Dwyer blew his head off on live television.
Famous last words: "If this will offend you, please leave the room. Stay away, this thing will hurt someone."
With that, he gobbled the end of his pistol and splattered his brains all over the wall behind him. At a press conference.
I remember being in high school at the time (1987) and thinking that if they'd only schedule these things in advance, I'd watch the news more often. :P Read more here.
The Sleeper must be feeling better, because he's more brusque to me now. When he was at the height of his back pain, he was positively jovial (for him). Asking how I was, even cracking a couple of jokes about stuff he heard on the radio.
Now it's "Hello" (in response to me saying hi) followed by "I'll see you in the morning" and he leaves. Back to his old self. :P
There was a holster for the radio waiting for me when I got to work, btw. That was a nice surprise. Now I can carry that thing on my hip and not end up with a serious case of claw-hand by the end of the night.
Of course, the I-Hate-Everything Romanian complained about it. "It's too heavy man!" he said.
"Heavy?" I asked. "The radio weighs the same as it ever did, and a couple hundred grams of leather and metal don't add much to it."
He then went on about how far he has to walk each night on his patrols (he figures around 25-30 kilometers). Yeah yeah, whatever you say.
From the time I got there (2335 or so) until about 0230 he didn't budge from his chair in my lobby. Then he said "I'll see you at 0400 for hot chocolate" and headed off to do his "rounds", which really means he goes to the fourth floor of an adjacent building and sleeps, since he didn't go down to the exercise room in that same adjacent building to watch tv. I know, because we looked through the window. ;)
So I took his seat and talked to his partner for a bit. His partner said "Did you notice his report?" and pushes it across to me. Neat trick, not only does it have him doing patrols every half hour since I got there (remember, he hadn't moved), it also anticipated the next 1.5 hours and had his patrols written in there, including that everything was secure. Must be nice to have gypsy precognitive powers, eh?
Also, for some reason I headed out to work slightly earlier than usual. This was fortunate as they were doing track maintainance along my route. So instead of hopping on the train and going, it was hopping on the train, going for two stations. Getting out on the wrong side, waiting for another train, taking that for a station, then going for a bit, slowing down and stopping in the middle of the track, going backwards for a bit, then stopping and waiting, then going forwards again.
Fun!
I see JC has died. No, the other one. :P
Also, yesterday (January 22) was the anniversary of when R. Budd Dwyer blew his head off on live television.
Famous last words: "If this will offend you, please leave the room. Stay away, this thing will hurt someone."
With that, he gobbled the end of his pistol and splattered his brains all over the wall behind him. At a press conference.
I remember being in high school at the time (1987) and thinking that if they'd only schedule these things in advance, I'd watch the news more often. :P Read more here.
posted by Rimmy at 22:04
2 Comments:
The Sleeper's mood must depend more on his consumption of pain killers than anything else.
And it must be nice to have those clairvoyant skills for work, especially if it means sleeping on the job!
Damn! I never even considered the use of painkillers! Congratulations, I think you've solved the mystery!
Perhaps I should push his grumpy ass down some stairs now... :P
And it must be nice to have those clairvoyant skills for work, especially if it means sleeping on the job!
I swear, it's getting more and more frustrating hearing this guy bitch about the incompetence of everybody around him while he sits on his ass doing nothing in a job that doesn't even have anything in the way of real work. AND to hear him talk about what a good job he does, and they don't pay him enough for his time!
I wish I wish I wish one of his supervisors would come and do a spy session on him, like I've seen them do on the other guys.
Combine him with the silly buggers within my own company, and it makes me wonder if there's *any* security that doesn't suck ass? :P
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