#thatsecurityguardlife

[aelfgiure]

Here I go again

Wish me luck, my friends.

I work as a security guard. This has become somewhat problematic, as I'm not getting the support I need to do my job. No computer, no staff, no communication... it's a bit shit right now.

The site I'm currently assigned to is absolutely gorgeous. It's a farm, in the actual countryside, the work going on here is amazing and is going to change the world for so many people, it's exciting as hell for a health/science nerd like me.

So. I sent my resume to their hiring manager. Maybe they'll hire me, maybe not. It's time for me to try for something better.

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Also! Check under the hood if you hear meowing but can't see the cat. That's how I acquired my Bandette, she traveled from one farm to another wedged into the engine compartment of a car.

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In today's adventures in security guarding, we had an attempted breech of the facility. As this is a biosecure research center, we take things like this seriously. With the help of a couple of the techs, the miscreant was found and apprehended. Now they're having a nap as they wait for transport to medical. I'm a little scratched up, but not bad. Totally worth it.

Behold, La Bandette Rouge! She somehow managed to stay inside the engine compartment of a vehicle that came on site, and I heard her MEEEEEEEEOWing for help. Looks like I now have a kitty, huh?

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I just did the math. When I get off shift at 0600, I'll be at 44 hrs for the work week. (We have our pay period start on Thursday, so yeah. )

Then another three days of 8 hour shifts, and that shit is all overtime because I cracked 40 hrs a minute ago.

Money is nice but I'm so, so tired. I'm over 50, I need my sleep dammit! Oh, this doesn't include the hours I spent trying to arrange shift coverage and by Mars and St. Michael I WILL get paid for that time because lack of sleep makes me petty and vindictive.

Gah, all I want right now is to be someplace dark and cool, with soft pillows and a comfy mattress and someone snuggling me and petting me until my brain shuts down so I can sleep.

Four more hours, my relief gets here. Then I drive home, nap for 5 hours. Drive back to site.

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If I could run away and do something else, I would. Goddamn.

So. After fixing a Major Situation at work, which resulted in a firing and a reassignment, I thought the site was fully staffed and stable. Silly me, it never works that way!

One of my senior officers just turned in his notice. Thank the goddesses and gods of security guards, it's more than two weeks, but hoooooooly liver flukes, is this annoying.

Right now, all I really, truly wish I could do, would be to get a new pair of knees and join the Mandalorians, maybe pick up a hot Jedi or two or three, I dunno, the stress needs some working out.

*siiiiiiigh*

[aelfgiure]

This is how I cope with shitty news and worse supervisors.

Salad and steak, with Amy's Organics sesame & shitake vinaigrette. Fresh mission figs with mascarpone and a drizzle of figs balsamic vinegar. Cup of excellent coffee/crio bru.

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I'm so so tired. I carry the responsibility for running my household. I'm the site supervisor at work. In both cases, I'm run ragged. Neither do I have the resources to do a good job, damn it!

It's okay to feel guilty about that, right? There's only so much I can do but I feel like I need to be doing more. Doing BETTER. Somehow.

For all of you who write dom!*star wars character* fanfic, thank you. It's one of the only ways I get to relax and let someone else be in charge for a while.

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Fucking ow

This is just me murbling and burbling on my page to try and keep myself upright. I've got seven more hours in my shift, and unholy hamburger helper, but I'm enduring an arthritis flare that has me contemplating day drinking as an Olympic sport, or seeing if one of the veterinarians on site would be willing to spot me some drugs. I don't care what kind, just as long as the hurting. fucking. stops.

Basically, everything from the hips on down is radiating like angry sand, hot and grating and miserable, and walking is a fucking chore, damn. Which is extra suck, because I get to do foot patrol, so in addition to the weather being hot and sticky it's also filled with pain and irritation. To be fair, my rheumatologist encourages me to exercise through my flares, so yay. Let's hear it for daily work being therapeutic, right?

Now all I have to do is remember to fucking breathe, because when I'm really hurting I hold my breath - I blame my childhood abuse for that. If I wasn't making noise, eventually they'd stop hitting me/looking for me, so being dead still and quiet was the way to keep myself safe.

I'll be all right, eventually. This is temporary.

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Oddly enough, that's how I got to work on time today.

Crosshair: You really put aside everything and came all this way for me? How did you even get here so fast? Hunter: Several traffic violations. Echo: Three counts of resisting arrest. Wrecker: Roughly thirteen cans of energy drinks. Tech: Also, that’s not our ship.

[aelfgiure]

Welp, I'm going to be online a bit more than usual the next couple of days because I'm working 12 hour shifts.

One of my officers fucked up so goddamn badly that they're barred from site and are staring down major disciplinary action, and the worst part? I can't share details with you because of opsec, but it was stupid and funny and holy hand grenade of Antioch how did they think it was a good idea to do ANY of what they did, jibbers crabst!

GodDAMN but I gotta find a way to work the incident into a short story because this is totally primo idiotic stuff. Like, dropped a stormtrooper on it's head and let it continue to do addled goofiness level of idiot stuff, after telling Darth Vader to suck his nuts.

It's That. Bad.

Seriously.

My afternoon was spent doing damage control and trying to get coverage for the shifts that were vacated, in addition to getting info about the incident so I could write up a disciplinary report to send up the chain. Plus meetings with the site manager/client and the persons most affected by teh stoopid.

I'm gonna be up until 0600 dealing with this. Sheesh.

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My gosh, but this is gorgeous!

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How can I get anything done?! She's purring

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I am currently contemplating mayhem.

I'm site supervisor. I've got all the phone numbers for all the officers authorized to work on this site. I DO NOT have access to the schedules for anyone other than myself. I DO NOT get to fire people. I DO NOT have a company provided computer. This is giving me flashbacks to my childhood where I had a fuckton of responsibilities but LESS THAN ZERO GODDAMN AUTHORITY and was still expected to somehow handle things.

So. The regional manager left his position... about a month or so ago? I wasn't informed. Which explains why he never answered any of my emails, but I digress. Anyhow, we have a new person managing the region. Aaaaaand one of the 'problem children' has been whinging about getting more hours, they neeeeeded more hours, so poof! They got more hours. Nifty, right?

Oh fuck me sideways with an angry combine harvester. NO. HELL NO. THIS BEING NEEDS MORE HOURS BECAUSE THEY DON'T FUCKING SHOW UP FOR THE ONES THEY'RE SCHEDULED TO DO. WHY THE HELL WOULD YOU NOT CHECK WITH THE GODDAMN SITE SUPERVISOR ABOUT THAT?!?!

*sigh*

IN THEORY, my shift should be over at 22:00hr. (10 pm for everyone who doesn't use the 24 hour clock.)

I'm working a double, driving 40 min home to nap for a couple of hours, then coming back for my regular shift. So my shift is 14:00 - 06:00. I'm so, so done at this point.

Thanks for letting me bitch about it, because I'm not happy. Thinking about biting people at the central office.

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It's 0300hr. I'm at work still.

Again.

Three more hours until I can go home.

To all of you who write fanfic, thank you. You've saved my sanity.

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Sweet saints of security guards, for the love of what's left of my sanity please keep the rest of the team healthy for at least a day so I can get some time off!

Honestly, four days in a row of twelve hour days is a bit much. Only three more hours, then I can go home and sleep. Maybe. Please gods, I can sleep...