Petty, petty man.
Whee.
When one of the bike patrol guys' shift was over at 0600 and he went home, the other bike patrol guy (Polish guy) got a radio call from his dispatch at 0605. I know this, because from my behind-the-glass prison, I could hear the high volume echoing through the building.
So I went to check it out, because I'm the only guy that usually has a radio.
And what do you know? The property manager, having had me barred from common areas, appears to have gone on to call the other security company and complained that their guys were talking to me. So as of 0605 this morning, they don't get to talk to me. Lovely.
They see a guy smashing stuff up in my area, or armed thugs prowling around... they can't warn me.
And through the glass I see someone running amuck in the common areas? They don't get to receive my call advising them.
Specific orders: note it on your report and be done with it.
Unbefuckinglievable.
Which is interesting, because I had a couple of women from my site come to the front of the reception area and bang on the glass to get my attention. I went around and out, and they said "I don't know if you know this, but there's a security guy, we don't know if he's with you or what, in the back hallway with a bike and he's crouched over and facing the wall. He says he's warming his toes, so we're like ooooookaaaaaay and moved on."
Sheesh.
So I explained that no, he had nothing to do with me. No, I can't go and ask him to move even though it freaks you out. No, I'm not allowed to go out into the common areas or even speak to him.
Yes, I agree it's stupid, but that's our instructions. If you have any comments or concerns, I encourage you to email (appropriate person).
Yeah, I don't look like clownshoes. :P
When one of the bike patrol guys' shift was over at 0600 and he went home, the other bike patrol guy (Polish guy) got a radio call from his dispatch at 0605. I know this, because from my behind-the-glass prison, I could hear the high volume echoing through the building.
So I went to check it out, because I'm the only guy that usually has a radio.
And what do you know? The property manager, having had me barred from common areas, appears to have gone on to call the other security company and complained that their guys were talking to me. So as of 0605 this morning, they don't get to talk to me. Lovely.
They see a guy smashing stuff up in my area, or armed thugs prowling around... they can't warn me.
And through the glass I see someone running amuck in the common areas? They don't get to receive my call advising them.
Specific orders: note it on your report and be done with it.
Unbefuckinglievable.
Which is interesting, because I had a couple of women from my site come to the front of the reception area and bang on the glass to get my attention. I went around and out, and they said "I don't know if you know this, but there's a security guy, we don't know if he's with you or what, in the back hallway with a bike and he's crouched over and facing the wall. He says he's warming his toes, so we're like ooooookaaaaaay and moved on."
Sheesh.
So I explained that no, he had nothing to do with me. No, I can't go and ask him to move even though it freaks you out. No, I'm not allowed to go out into the common areas or even speak to him.
Yes, I agree it's stupid, but that's our instructions. If you have any comments or concerns, I encourage you to email (appropriate person).
Yeah, I don't look like clownshoes. :P
posted by Rimmy at 18:35
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My husband always comes homes with ridiculous work stories and says "Can you believe that?"
I always say "Yes, I can, and so can you." This happens all the time. The world is filled with idiots, and more often than not, these idiots are inexplicably given supervisory positions so they can fuck up everyone else's day too.
What a twonk. This morning that property manager had one of his maintainance guys down in the foyer as a spy. How did we know?
Because when you pretend to talk into a cell phone, and you ask questions, you're supposed to wait at least a second for the other person to reply, not just non-stop blahblahblah.
The guy needs practice. :P
Do you feel like you are in a really lame spy novel yet? I am waiting for you to start writing about men in trench coats patrolling the common areas pertending to read the newspaper. Bloody weird building security controlling facists.
Pertending? Pretending. Sorry for the typo.
I'm wondering how long it will be before that property manager puts the foyer under camera view just to see how much we're interacting, and to see how much I'm out there.
Sure is going to suck for him when he finds that I just bring the patrol guys into MY area when we yap now, and that the Polish guy sleeps on the floor out there, eh?
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