Abstinence makes the church grow fondlers.

Man, I'm tired. Shifting one's schedule around does, as it turns out, take it out of you.

Yesterday morning, the new guy called me at home at 0600 because he got his first alarm (odd, since he was in the mobile division for a bit before coming to me) and wanted to know how to write it up.

I told him, but since he was unsure he kept me on the phone while he finished his patrol and then headed back to the office to do up the report. Sigh. It was all I could do to keep awake as I listened to him beeping his way through doors, hearing them thunk behind him, saying "good morning" to people et cetera... for far longer than I wanted to. :P

But it's worth it if now he knows what to do.

After he'd been on the site for a couple of days, a few of the women asked me about him. Turns out he's cute enough to make the passing girls sigh. When one of them told me this, I started playing it up.

This is a lady that I happen to like quite a bit, although not in that way. Mind you, if she was available... nevermind. :P

No, she's a cool chick, so I told her to check out his pants the next time she walks by, because he has to tie that thing of his back! Not to mention that he fucks like a sewing machine. This went on for a bit. She was amused.

When I told him later on that some of the women thought he was cute, and then the bit about the sewing machine, he actually blushed and laughed and said "Well don't tell me who you said it to - because I'll end up riding in an elevator with her and I won't know what to say!"

What a guy!

When I see her next, I'm going to tell her that I told him that she said that she wants to cover him in black pepper and sneeze all over him. Let's see if I can get her to blush too.

My field manager stopped by last night to swap out the radios, and he mentioned that Barney has to go to school. Turns out that while he's licenses to do security in B.C., he never took the certification that we all have (apparently it wasn't a requirement back when he started, and since he was S/S of the site almost from the start, it was never taken care of) so when he gets back from his vacation he gets to sit in class with all the brand newbies we hire every couple of weeks for a week of schooling.

And then... the physical part. An entire day of being thrown on the floor and slammed into walls. Joint locks, limb twisting, the announcer proclaiming "FINISH HIM!"... it's fun, but I'd love to film that old braggart grinding his teeth in class, and then having his hip thrown out. I'm a dick, I know.

The Romanian brought his monitor to work yesterday for me, and I've got it sitting on my desk now. Works fine, nice and bright, and now I'll have to flip between windows and apps slightly less since I've got the extra space. Nice.

DiceGimp, so I hear, is going to try to "punish" me by offering to buy the monitor for a ridiculously low sum, much lower than I paid for it. He figures that he can get the same monitor for way less than he was willing to pay two weeks ago (not true, at a store anyway) although he doesn't know the model or even the manufacturer. He also figures that I'll be desperate to unload this, because who wants to be saddled with two monitors? What a dumbass.

The new guy has said he's going to start avoiding DiceGimp because, and I quote, "Rimmy, he starts on these stories and goes on and on and finally I'm like 'Guy, I've got to go do a patrol now!' and he still keeps going on! And it never goes anywhere!"

First week, and DiceGimp is already driving the dude away. Take the hint, twit!

I talked with a representative of the client for over an hour during my shift yesterday. It was implied, but not stated outright, that the decision (and the impetus) to get rid of Barney came from higher up than I knew, and that it was because he was saying the wrong things to the wrong highly-placed people.

I thought I knew the level at which it originated, but if this is true then we're talking about people I don't even know.

However, the representative assured me on the phone, the decision to place me as the guy in charge came from the same level, and from every level below it. Unanimous, he said. That's nice, if it's true.

The cleaning staff is delighted that Barney's gone. They gave me a bunch of fresh muffins and want to have a party. I gather he was a rather enormous jerk to them.

And interestingly, some of the staff at the site seem to be happy that I'm there in the afternoons, rather than Barney. I'm a bit surprised at that, but these might be the people that knew what a backstabbings schemer he was to them, listening to what they had to say and running off to report it in an attempt to ingratiate himself to the higher-ups.

Time will tell. At least this weekend I get to game.