Long day = sweaty boy

Well, I survived the day. And let me tell you, going to work when it's light out, and going home to bed when it's dark out is far more pleasurable than I remember it being when that was the norm. :P

It's also kind of interesting to see the place when there are lights on and people active. The time goes ripping by ridiculously quickly.

That receptionist that parked in the fire lane? That's the second time she's been warned by me. The first time I didn't even know it was her car and was writing it up when she came out to move it. She acted all innocent about it being wrong then.

Well, last night at work one of the bike guys called me to say that he'd passed both of his tests to get his license to drive rigs. I congratulated him, and he asked what was going on at the site. So I mentioned her, and he said "Oh, does she have a car like ____?"

I said yes, and he said "Man, I've warned her about that so many times! And it's always 'Just for five minutes' with her!"

I am now completely without reservations about having her towed now, despite my S/S saying it wasn't worth the stress of having her pissed off. After all, I don't work with her, and she's been warned lots of times.

The only other thing worth mentioning today is that as I was leaving last night, and loading up my relief with his guard gear, the site cell phone I gave him started ringing. I was behind a counter and head first into a filing cabinet, so I foolishly thought he'd answer it.

Let me segue away here for a moment to mention that the other day the bike guy and my S/S had to rush off to another nearby building because a cleaner had called to report that a man was inside the building and trying to kick down a door to the janitor's closet.

Why, you ask?

It has happened before in other building. There are master keys and passcards for the cleaning staff locked in those rooms.

So they went rushing over, but the guy fled before they got there. Back to my relief:

After four or five rings I pulled my head out of the filing cabinet (it's deep and there isn't room to pull the drawer out the whole way - I wasn't trying to climb in or anything) and said "Now might be a good time to answer that."

He replies (this is that guy I chased in the rain on the bike for hiding my keys on Christmas) "Oh, I thought it was my fucking kidney or something." and spends the next five or six rings rummaging in his pockets to retrieve the phone. Note that we're up to close to a dozen rings now.

Then he starts pushing random buttons on the phone for several rings. Jesus tapdancing Christ!

I snatched the phone away from him and saw that he'd somehow got deep into the menu system. You can't answer the phone like that, so I started backing out at speed and finally answered the phone.

Dead line.

Shit! The bike guy had just run off to respond at that same building where the door kicker was, and the call was from him! I called back, but no answer.

I was just pulling my shoes back on (I was half out of my uniform because I don't wear "SECURITY" stuff on transit) so I could run over and help the guy out, when he came back in the door.

He wasn't mad, but he said that he called because this time there were two people in there, and the interior was dark. He wanted some backup, that's easily understood. I apologised, but fortunately they ultimately left after he confronted them.

On the walk to the SkyTrain station, I kept an eye out for the two, since that was the direction they'd gone in. I didn't see them, but I saw another of the bike patrol guys just heading towards work. I told him the story and asked if he'd seen them, he said no.

It's his opinion that the guy didn't know how to answer the phone because he's used to ignoring it. ;)

People - if you're ever in a position to hire private security... make sure you check up on them. Cameras, pipe logs... something. Because you're probably getting ripped off.