Gump sat alone on a bench in the park, "My name is Forrest" he casually remarked...
The other night, Polish guy came to visit us at about 0500. He was as full of big talk as ever, but I have to admit that he did manage to stay awake the entire time he was there. ;)
And the night after that, I took over from the FNG. He's notorious for doing jack squat - no patrols, sleeping the entire time, and making a huge mess.
So I asked him "Did you close all the blinds?"
"Yeah man, that shit's all done."
Forty-one desks I had to climb on to close blinds. Ugh.
I know it sounds like no big deal, but I bang my knees and put dirty shoeprints on people's papers six days a week - it would be nice if the people that work on my day off could do it once.
So the following night, when I came in and relieved him (he's taking over one of the Sleeper's shifts while the Sleeper is on vacation) I told him that I could see lights on all over the building, and blinds open, and that I wouldn't take over the shift from him until he tightened that crap up.
So he did. Sort of.
I went and fixed the rest - about three dozen doors were unlocked, the chained doors were chained so loosely that I could slip through the gap, lights on all over the place (leaving lights on costs a large place lots and lots of money each day).
Plus he'd left a mess in the cafeteria. Bastard.
Remember in my last entry I said how the property manager had heard me on Friday morning saying that he needed a hug?
The bike patrol guy who was on that day told me since then that the property manager cornered him in the elevator when he was taking his report up and asked if I came out there often, and that I wasn't even supposed to be out there, and that I'd been warned twice about it.
Also, he was warned that he shouldn't talk to me as the last bike patrol guy had been removed for that.
"Oh, and by the way - don't tell him I said all this."
Apparently the property manager doesn't know that this bike patrol guy and I have known each other since October - so he knows what's really going on, and now so do I. Nice try, loser.
On a totally different note, do you know what's hard?
People in long term or permanent relationships that don't feel the same way about each other.
You're in something for the long haul even if you never see each other again, as the relationship is still there, but one feels one way and the other feels another.
It's probably even harder if you see each other every day.
Ah well, sometimes you've just got to let that mosquito bite stay unscratched. ;)
And the night after that, I took over from the FNG. He's notorious for doing jack squat - no patrols, sleeping the entire time, and making a huge mess.
So I asked him "Did you close all the blinds?"
"Yeah man, that shit's all done."
Forty-one desks I had to climb on to close blinds. Ugh.
I know it sounds like no big deal, but I bang my knees and put dirty shoeprints on people's papers six days a week - it would be nice if the people that work on my day off could do it once.
So the following night, when I came in and relieved him (he's taking over one of the Sleeper's shifts while the Sleeper is on vacation) I told him that I could see lights on all over the building, and blinds open, and that I wouldn't take over the shift from him until he tightened that crap up.
So he did. Sort of.
I went and fixed the rest - about three dozen doors were unlocked, the chained doors were chained so loosely that I could slip through the gap, lights on all over the place (leaving lights on costs a large place lots and lots of money each day).
Plus he'd left a mess in the cafeteria. Bastard.
Remember in my last entry I said how the property manager had heard me on Friday morning saying that he needed a hug?
The bike patrol guy who was on that day told me since then that the property manager cornered him in the elevator when he was taking his report up and asked if I came out there often, and that I wasn't even supposed to be out there, and that I'd been warned twice about it.
Also, he was warned that he shouldn't talk to me as the last bike patrol guy had been removed for that.
"Oh, and by the way - don't tell him I said all this."
Apparently the property manager doesn't know that this bike patrol guy and I have known each other since October - so he knows what's really going on, and now so do I. Nice try, loser.
On a totally different note, do you know what's hard?
People in long term or permanent relationships that don't feel the same way about each other.
You're in something for the long haul even if you never see each other again, as the relationship is still there, but one feels one way and the other feels another.
It's probably even harder if you see each other every day.
Ah well, sometimes you've just got to let that mosquito bite stay unscratched. ;)
posted by Rimmy at 22:13
6 Comments:
Fuck that Savage Noise! Scratch Scratch Scratch!!!
Can't do it, Fictional. Can't deliberately smother another's personal liberty.
The best you can do it explain what you think or how you feel, express what YOU want, and then let the other decide how they're going to be.
This only works with people you trust enough to lay yourself bare for, of course.
Sigh
I understand despite my odd statement.
Seriously though, its unfortunate that we learn this only after scratching a bit.
God Shed his Grace on Thee
I'm a total scratcher.
I scratch too - but you can't always get it all.
The phantom of the itch sometimes remains - can't ever get THAT scratched out. :P
ahhh..i really do need a scratch rite now.
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