Ow

All of you that ride a bike (stationary or otherwise) can laugh all you like.

My legs hurt. But more on that in a bit.

I met someone at the stadium that I did a single shift with back in the summer. I'd given him my email address, but he must have copied it badly or something since he said the emails he sent bounced. And he couldn't remember my name. Why is this a bad thing?

Because he's a Supervisor at a hospital (not the site I met him at) and when an opening for a regular full-time shift came up, he remembered me and figured I was his guy.

Alas, I was not to be found.

I spend the first part of my shift, right up until just before the halftime show started, patting down people for contraband. No biggie, but I wish I'd worn gloves since my hands started to stiffen up after the first half hour or so.

And by the way, Mr. I've Got a Swiss Army Knife But Don't Know If It's Allowed In So I'll Hide It On My Six Year Old Son Because He Won't Be Searched... you're an ass. What do you suppose was worse, that I had to search him, or that I found the knife on him in front of everybody?

It was a two inch blade - that's perfectly legal to carry. Dumbass.

Sorry about that, had to vent.

Gordon Campbell went through my gate. No, I didn't pat him down. Nor lift his wallet.

And as the lines backed up (at my gate, there were eight of us frisking), they finally told us to just let people in. How lame is that?

After a bit, they pulled some of us off of the gates to go inside and stand on the sides of the field to prevent people from swarming. Trying to walk after standing in place for hours and doing knee bends to pat down legs was... odd.

I was sure I was going to collapse as my legs didn't want to take any weight, and a quick look around at my group showed that most of them were in similar distress. Ah well, walk it off.

Stationed on the field, I spent the halftime show and the rest of the game with my back firmly to the field. I'm vaguely aware there was some football being played in the vicinity. I also missed The Black Eyed Peas doing their thing, although enough sonic detonation went through my head that I'll still be saying "eh?" come Christmastime.

Nobody jumped down in my area, although one did ninety degrees counterclockwise to me. He was in a semi-unwatched area and dropped down from the stands and was hopping the advertisement wall when the guard saw him. And he flattened him. The cops cuffed the guy about five seconds later and he was not to be seen again.

Also, at the end the players' families started lowering each other down off the stands which gave everybody else the same idea. Thanks guys. Next time take the stairs and flash your wristbands.

I don't mind a shift where I'm on my feet the whole time. But the sore legs from bending and the sore back from standing stationary and looking up was a rotten combo. Just another reason to stretch, I suppose.

Oh, and if you happen to see about fifty cheerleaders running by a security guy so close that he gets smacked by a series of pompoms... that was me.