Putting the K back in Kwality since WAY back!

Last night when Palooka came in, he told me that he worked on the weekend too. Not at the Grey Cup, but guarding where the setup for the street party was going to be (Beatty Street, if you care. It's just outside where Gate A for the stadium is).

As is usual, guards who don't know each other use the usual icebreaker "Do you have a regular site?", and when he said where his was, one guy who worked there for a few weeks a couple of years ago said "Oh, that's a great site! The S/S (Barney) is easy to work with, and you can just sit in the cafeteria and watch tv!"

As Palooka is telling me this, he says he said "Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaat? There's tv in the cafeteria?"

I asked him if he's never noticed the two sets up on the wall, and he said that he had, but it's not like he's got a remote control for them. He's not about to set up a pyramid of tables and chairs to get up to turn them on, after all.

Note to self: hide the remote better. Yes, I know where it is, and I turn the hockey game on for the cleaners when they're in. Those buggers love hockey. Loooooooooooooooooove it.

The following night, he meets another guard who is also familiar with the site. This guy said to Palooka that he'd spoken to the cleaners and they told him that Barney would take the phone and go home and just sit around, and if he got an alarm call he'd boot his ass back to the site. Can you believe it?

Apparently this guy (he's Indian by the way, you'll see why that matters in just a few words) also felt that Barney is a racist. Nooooooooooooooooooooo! Say it isn't so!

Palooka finished off with a bit of a rant about DiceGimp.

It seems that DiceGimp is still complaining to anybody that won't actually shoo him away that Palooka is an informant for me. This apparently frosts his ass.

I'd like to point out the copious text on the blog with "DiceGimp" featured prominently. And that's just the stuff I put in because it's funny and/or exasperating. You haven't even heard the boring site-specific stuff that he does/doesn't do. So I hardly need Palooka to tell me anything.

Which he does, of course. Everybody does. I've got no lack of data coming in about all sorts of stuff.

Anyway, Palooka hadn't seen DiceGimp for most of the Sunday night/Monday morning shift, and then he saw him walking in the front door as Palooka happened to be passing.

"What brought you back here, I thought you were camping out somewhere else?"

"I got an alarm on the fourth floor."

And he disappeared into the elevator.

An hour or two later, Palooka is describing this to the female guard that's DiceGimp's partner, and she said "Yeah, he had an alarm on the couch!"

I couldn't tell if Palooka was amused or infuriated at the thought. A mix of the two, I'd judge.

Guess what? Canadians don't like private information handling being outsourced to countries with snoopy governments and a lack of concern about people's privacy. So one fella got himself a thirty-two foot credit card statement as a trophy. Check it out here.

Hmmmm. Keep the Daleks pure, or SEXTERMINATE?