Good Thing I Was Too Tired To Move

Bank manager's a fucktard from hell. See, last week on friday, there was some stupid crazy person who came and wouldn't leave, and the staff called the cops to have them removed, then I ended up staying an hour overtime to help escort them to their cars with another guard they had called for. So today manager fucktard goes "did you write a report about last friday?" and I said I had, and he said he had some stuff to talk to me about the incident. Now, a simple "thanks for staying the extra hour, if something like this happens again I'd like..." would have made me happy as pie. instead I get "I need you to take the lead. if crazy person comes back I need you to have the initiative and get that guy out of here. I don't want you to jump him, but tell him to leave and be assertive. and when the police weren't coming you should have been on the phone with your supervisor right away asking for backup..." So somehow, even though I was following procedure, I did inform my supervisor, I did tell the person they needed to leave, in fact, I even herded them away from the other fucking customers to keep everyone as happy as possible with a crazy person refusing to leave and me legally bound to not be able to lay a finger on them, somehow I still manage to not do it right for asshole manager and I am not capable of handling watching a person by myself. He may hate me, but the rest of the staff have told me repeatedly that they are grateful I have taken over the friday shift from the other guard, who they don't seem to like. They are glad to have me back. I know that I am good at this job, despite my hating it at present. and I know that I could be god's gift to security and that motherfucker would still find something to complain about. I came very close to just walking off the site tonight. Fuck.

Hmm. so Wahine and Christ are coming back to the J house...and I'm not sure what I think about that. I like them as people, and I like talking/doing stuff with them. But. I get frustrated with how they can make messes so quickly and so thoroughly. It drives me crazy that they can't be quiet when being up all night. I don't give a fuck about them not sleeping, but the door opening and closing a couple hundred times a night is not good. especially when I have an 11 hour shift with manager motherfucker the next day. Mrs.J says she's told them they have to keep the mess in control, but I know very well that it will not stay as clean as it had been when they weren't here, and I know very well that that will result in more screaming matches between Wahine and Mrs.J (which turn into whole family fights more often than not) And this is not a happy thought. I know they plan to move out soon... Bah. I don't know. I don't care. But I reserve the right to kill someone if the fucking door doesn't pick one state to be in and stays that way.

I should be getting ready for work tomorrow.

19.05.2006 - 21:05

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