Dawn came late this morning, but when she came, she came HARD
Seriously, the sun seemed to be way later rising this morning. Is it only me who noticed this?
Rimmy quote since my last blog that most amused my friends: "Roll initiative, asshole!" ;)
So what's been going on? I went and did a sitter shift at a hospital a few weeks ago. This guy seemed perfectly lucid (he was young - no more than 45) until he started talking about the two black guys that would assault him in the elevator of the hospital, take most of his cigarettes, then make him smoke with them.
Turns out the guy had had a good job (sold hospital furniture, as it turned out), had a wife and daughter, and then was drinking and broke his neck in a car accident. So several months of wearing the kevlar collar and the four screws drilled into his skull to keep his neck rigid, and he's healed.
Except something went wrong, and that's why he's in the hospital now. The doctors cut a hole in the left side of his head and removed a piece of his brain. I never did get the story on what the specifics were, but this quick, bright, funny guy can't distinguish between reality and his slightly paranoid interior thoughts. And he gets upset when he wants to leave and nobody will let him.
The other guards had had problems with him, but he was a pussycat with me. I was more interested in the reaction of the other people in the ward to me. One lady was constantly calling to anybody she could see:
"Charlie. Help me. Charlie. Help me. Charlie. Help me."
"What do you want?"
"Come here."
"We're not coming over Volga, you just want attention."
For hours.
Finally, someone wheeled her to a different part of the room, and her eyes caught sight of me in my yellow jacket. "There's a cop" she said. So what became her new litany?
"Cop. Help me. Cop. Help me. Cop. Help me." :P
One of the nurses (or whatever's ranked lower than a nurse I suppose, she just came on shift and no was was she a RN. Maybe an LPN) went up to her and asked what she wanted, and when she said "That cop", the nurse told her that her cup was right in front of her on the table, and did she want her water?
Anyway, I eventually went over to her, and she told me that they're keeping her here against her will, and that they'll beat her if they hear her telling me this. Especially the tall blond nurse. Who, incidentally, was within earshot and amused to hear it.
When I was sitting outside my principle's room (he was sleeping), lots of very nice people wheeled or shuffled by, and all of them exchanged a few words. One very nice lady told me that she had Alzheimer's, and asked for my name. When I gave it, she said "I'll try to remember it" and used it in every sentence.
I told her that she certainly seemed lucid, and she replied that she had good days and bad days. But she said that the Lord has a plan for us all, and some days she'd say "So Lord? What's it going to be today?". She was determinedly cheery. I hope she's okay.
On Thursday night, DiceGimp didn't show up for his Friday morning shift. Buffalo Kisser gave him the better part of an hour before he phoned it in to the office. Their response?
"We don't have a second guard on at that site." lol
Wow, they're disorganized. Finally Buffalo Kisser convinced them that they did, in fact, have such a guard... and that he hadn't shown up. So they sent their weekend daytime guy.
This guy is... dumb. Not with shocking behavior dumb, just dumb dumb. And so you get the kinds of things happening that you expect with dumb. An example:
When he first made it to the site, he didn't report in, and didn't tell Buffalo Kisser he was there. Instead, I found him in my nearly pitch black cafeteria apparently having a conversation with the candy machine. Complete with gestures and "Ohhhhhhhhh"'s indicating the candy machine had made a particularly stinging verbal riposte. Eventually they settled their differences with a Coffee Crisp, after a good three minute conversation.
Later, literally moments after Buffalo Kisser had gone home, DumbGuy got an alarm call. Normally this would mean that you note down the information, then hop on the bike and go check it out. Not DumbGuy.
Apparently forgetting there was a bike, he walked outside and broke into a sprint that is best described as a giraffe suddenly realizing he left the stove on and wheeling home to save his tree. It was really really funny to watch this gangly guy lope.
Typical time to deal with a false alarm (almost always false at that time of morning, as there are employees everywhere and it's them setting them off) is less than ten minutes. So a half hour goes by. Then an hour. So I called him up, and he asked if I had a key to their storeroom downstairs.
I said no, and he said that he locked the keys for that room, his keyscan card, and his keys for all the buildings down in there. And that he was responding to two alarms.
"How are you responding to them without keys?" I asked, all innocence.
He said that since he couldn't get in, but he couldn't verify that the alarms were clear, he was just endlessly circling the buildings. Uh... o_O
He was still doing that when the next shift showed up. He was unwilling to just let it go. Can you believe that normally this guy works unsupervised? I can only imagine the shit he gets into!
On the weekend, I went and worked the Telus picket line. Initially my communist (his words) friend thought this was no good as it meant I was supporting Telus, but that's just not the case. Eventually both sides are going to be working together again, and I'm just part of the buffer between them. Ostensibly we're there to make sure the picketers obey the law and don't bother the managers or property, but if the managers starting doing stuff to the picketers, we'd be in there pulling them off too.
Of course, this was the first weekend so it was still a semi-carnival mood. Nobody had really missed work yet, and they hadn't missed their first paycheque. I expect the mood will get darker in a couple of weeks, or sooner if some professional protesters join in. At least I'll have unlimited extra work if I want it while this is going on, although I've discovered it's harder to stand for twelve hours than it is to walk for twelve hours. :P
It turns out that DiceGimp went up to Kitimat with a bunch of other low-rent security for the strike at the aluminum smelter up there, although I see that's currently on hold. So who replaced him at the regular site? Why, Indian Guy is back from his vacation, and they offered the position to him full time!
He declined, but he'll take it until his other job starts giving him more hours.
And how did he do, Indian Guy, on his first day back? Two hours of non-stop talking, then he slept until 0400. Then an hour for tea, then he vanished for an hour or so, sat at his table, vanished for an hour, then packed up and left.
Tonight he plans to sleep as much as possible. Ah, pride in your job. Got to love seeing it in action, eh?
He, and others at my site who have been coming back from long vacations have all been asking me about the baby and my lady, and so once again I get to recount the whole sorry tale.
And this weekend has been especially hard, since because she's cut me off from communication for lo these past two months, I haven't heard from her if the baby's been born (the due date was July 23), or if she and the baby are even alive. I'm not sure just what happened, as in the last conversation I had with her she indicated that she was still confused about what she was going to do about things, although she told me what everybody else wanted her to do, but I know that she's blocked me on her IM. All this because I was tired of her dragging out important decisions to the point of ridiculous no return?
It would seem that she was playing some sort of game with me for the past year or so. Partial or hesitant truths are not truths at all, and I think she played me. Even worse, I let it happen. Look at what I agreed to: marriage and fatherhood, and on an accelerated schedule!
I got treated (and since she's not done me the courtesy of telling me what's going on, even though it's obvious to the most optimistic holdout, it's still going on) like shit, and it's taught me a lesson for future relationships: always be sure to give the woman I'm with lots of TLC.
TLC, in this case, standing for Time-release Lithium Capsules. And hopefully that will smooth out some of that cuh-razy!
Sorely disappointed in someone I thought I knew and could trust,
Rimmy
Rimmy quote since my last blog that most amused my friends: "Roll initiative, asshole!" ;)
So what's been going on? I went and did a sitter shift at a hospital a few weeks ago. This guy seemed perfectly lucid (he was young - no more than 45) until he started talking about the two black guys that would assault him in the elevator of the hospital, take most of his cigarettes, then make him smoke with them.
Turns out the guy had had a good job (sold hospital furniture, as it turned out), had a wife and daughter, and then was drinking and broke his neck in a car accident. So several months of wearing the kevlar collar and the four screws drilled into his skull to keep his neck rigid, and he's healed.
Except something went wrong, and that's why he's in the hospital now. The doctors cut a hole in the left side of his head and removed a piece of his brain. I never did get the story on what the specifics were, but this quick, bright, funny guy can't distinguish between reality and his slightly paranoid interior thoughts. And he gets upset when he wants to leave and nobody will let him.
The other guards had had problems with him, but he was a pussycat with me. I was more interested in the reaction of the other people in the ward to me. One lady was constantly calling to anybody she could see:
"Charlie. Help me. Charlie. Help me. Charlie. Help me."
"What do you want?"
"Come here."
"We're not coming over Volga, you just want attention."
For hours.
Finally, someone wheeled her to a different part of the room, and her eyes caught sight of me in my yellow jacket. "There's a cop" she said. So what became her new litany?
"Cop. Help me. Cop. Help me. Cop. Help me." :P
One of the nurses (or whatever's ranked lower than a nurse I suppose, she just came on shift and no was was she a RN. Maybe an LPN) went up to her and asked what she wanted, and when she said "That cop", the nurse told her that her cup was right in front of her on the table, and did she want her water?
Anyway, I eventually went over to her, and she told me that they're keeping her here against her will, and that they'll beat her if they hear her telling me this. Especially the tall blond nurse. Who, incidentally, was within earshot and amused to hear it.
When I was sitting outside my principle's room (he was sleeping), lots of very nice people wheeled or shuffled by, and all of them exchanged a few words. One very nice lady told me that she had Alzheimer's, and asked for my name. When I gave it, she said "I'll try to remember it" and used it in every sentence.
I told her that she certainly seemed lucid, and she replied that she had good days and bad days. But she said that the Lord has a plan for us all, and some days she'd say "So Lord? What's it going to be today?". She was determinedly cheery. I hope she's okay.
On Thursday night, DiceGimp didn't show up for his Friday morning shift. Buffalo Kisser gave him the better part of an hour before he phoned it in to the office. Their response?
"We don't have a second guard on at that site." lol
Wow, they're disorganized. Finally Buffalo Kisser convinced them that they did, in fact, have such a guard... and that he hadn't shown up. So they sent their weekend daytime guy.
This guy is... dumb. Not with shocking behavior dumb, just dumb dumb. And so you get the kinds of things happening that you expect with dumb. An example:
When he first made it to the site, he didn't report in, and didn't tell Buffalo Kisser he was there. Instead, I found him in my nearly pitch black cafeteria apparently having a conversation with the candy machine. Complete with gestures and "Ohhhhhhhhh"'s indicating the candy machine had made a particularly stinging verbal riposte. Eventually they settled their differences with a Coffee Crisp, after a good three minute conversation.
Later, literally moments after Buffalo Kisser had gone home, DumbGuy got an alarm call. Normally this would mean that you note down the information, then hop on the bike and go check it out. Not DumbGuy.
Apparently forgetting there was a bike, he walked outside and broke into a sprint that is best described as a giraffe suddenly realizing he left the stove on and wheeling home to save his tree. It was really really funny to watch this gangly guy lope.
Typical time to deal with a false alarm (almost always false at that time of morning, as there are employees everywhere and it's them setting them off) is less than ten minutes. So a half hour goes by. Then an hour. So I called him up, and he asked if I had a key to their storeroom downstairs.
I said no, and he said that he locked the keys for that room, his keyscan card, and his keys for all the buildings down in there. And that he was responding to two alarms.
"How are you responding to them without keys?" I asked, all innocence.
He said that since he couldn't get in, but he couldn't verify that the alarms were clear, he was just endlessly circling the buildings. Uh... o_O
He was still doing that when the next shift showed up. He was unwilling to just let it go. Can you believe that normally this guy works unsupervised? I can only imagine the shit he gets into!
On the weekend, I went and worked the Telus picket line. Initially my communist (his words) friend thought this was no good as it meant I was supporting Telus, but that's just not the case. Eventually both sides are going to be working together again, and I'm just part of the buffer between them. Ostensibly we're there to make sure the picketers obey the law and don't bother the managers or property, but if the managers starting doing stuff to the picketers, we'd be in there pulling them off too.
Of course, this was the first weekend so it was still a semi-carnival mood. Nobody had really missed work yet, and they hadn't missed their first paycheque. I expect the mood will get darker in a couple of weeks, or sooner if some professional protesters join in. At least I'll have unlimited extra work if I want it while this is going on, although I've discovered it's harder to stand for twelve hours than it is to walk for twelve hours. :P
It turns out that DiceGimp went up to Kitimat with a bunch of other low-rent security for the strike at the aluminum smelter up there, although I see that's currently on hold. So who replaced him at the regular site? Why, Indian Guy is back from his vacation, and they offered the position to him full time!
He declined, but he'll take it until his other job starts giving him more hours.
And how did he do, Indian Guy, on his first day back? Two hours of non-stop talking, then he slept until 0400. Then an hour for tea, then he vanished for an hour or so, sat at his table, vanished for an hour, then packed up and left.
Tonight he plans to sleep as much as possible. Ah, pride in your job. Got to love seeing it in action, eh?
He, and others at my site who have been coming back from long vacations have all been asking me about the baby and my lady, and so once again I get to recount the whole sorry tale.
And this weekend has been especially hard, since because she's cut me off from communication for lo these past two months, I haven't heard from her if the baby's been born (the due date was July 23), or if she and the baby are even alive. I'm not sure just what happened, as in the last conversation I had with her she indicated that she was still confused about what she was going to do about things, although she told me what everybody else wanted her to do, but I know that she's blocked me on her IM. All this because I was tired of her dragging out important decisions to the point of ridiculous no return?
It would seem that she was playing some sort of game with me for the past year or so. Partial or hesitant truths are not truths at all, and I think she played me. Even worse, I let it happen. Look at what I agreed to: marriage and fatherhood, and on an accelerated schedule!
I got treated (and since she's not done me the courtesy of telling me what's going on, even though it's obvious to the most optimistic holdout, it's still going on) like shit, and it's taught me a lesson for future relationships: always be sure to give the woman I'm with lots of TLC.
TLC, in this case, standing for Time-release Lithium Capsules. And hopefully that will smooth out some of that cuh-razy!
Sorely disappointed in someone I thought I knew and could trust,
Rimmy
posted by Rimmy at 19:01
4 Comments:
Your "communist" friend I hear has kind of moved out of that spectrum, into a more Syndiclist level of thought btw. Your right on things heating up though.
Yesterday I was at a TWU rally and Telus thought it would be a good idea to crash it with a scab/managment rally 5 feet away, protected by a barrier of security officers. I had to pull to the back because I had the mugwamp with me and I was seriously afraid of possible violence. As I mentioned before, games being played to incite picketers, and make them look bad. Fortunatly the picketer understood what it was for, and nothing went down.
I know, but when I say communist everybody immediately understands lots of general stuff without me having to use slightly more abstruse terms like ontological empiricism. ;)
Also, there's nothing wrong with crashing, as it's part of the tit-for-tat strategum of media play. Lame but true.
Sounds like the better man won. You relationship sounds like a one sided one. YOu seeming to not understand or graspe the concept that one must really think about or want to get married, because of the right reasons, not for fear of hurting another. Obviously you have a lot of growing up to do. Sucks to be you. Maybe you need to hold of on dating women, as you have no idea what reality is, or how to use your brain instead of your groin.
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