Hallelujah… (More Ramblings From Work)

Whoo hoo! *G*

Come tomorrow at noon, the school (for which I am a security guard) will be empty! At least of bra– er, students.

I am so looking forward to the next two weeks, even working 6 days a week.

And speaking of, in case anyone was wondering about the delay in posting anything to this journal, I think I’ve only just managed to fully recover from the busyness of the past week and a half…

I’ll probably post more comments tomorrow – a few things have happened that I need to express myself about, but I’m too drained to do them now.

Later!

Ramblings From Work…

Well, I’m just over 3/4 of the way through my shift, and came up with something while I was on my last patrol…

You know one thing I’d really like for Christmas? A pair of good quality, well-fitting boots, with – as always – low heels (whoever invented high heels had to have either been male or a sadist; luckily, with my height, I don’t need them – not that I’d ever wear them even if I did ‘need’ them…), and going up to just below the knee. Ones that actually look nice as well.

Of course, the problem is always trying to find a pair that would actually fit me…

Oh, and from my earlier exterior patrol: slipping on snow/mud combinations, and landing on said combinations, still hurts. And not only is it wet, it’s also dirty. Not exactly what I’d consider ‘fun’…

But all in all, it’s been a pleasant day so far. Between my Kris Kringle partner and my supervisor (which was a surprise – we were only expecting her to get a gift for the colleague she’d picked in the Kris Kringle), I now have $35 worth of gift certificates for HMV. I think I know exactly what they’re going to help pay for…

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Rant Of Frustration…

Okay, usually I enjoy my job. Working security on the overnight shift is generally fairly quiet (except for the occasional false fire alarm or water leak), and I can get my patrols done, and still have a bit of time to relax. The only thing is that (for various reasons I won’t go into) I can’t really start my patrols until all the cleaners leave.

This is all very well and good, though it tends to have me starting patrols a bit later than I prefer… until one of the cleaners stays till almost halfway through my shift!

Working an 8-hr. shift and being tied to the desk for the last 1/4 or so of it means that I only have 6 hours in which to do 3 patrols. Not a problem, you say, especially since the patrols don’t take more than an hour (unless things are really insecure)? Well, ordinarily I’d agree completely.

The frustration comes when A) as mentioned above, the cleaner(s) stay until almost halfway through my shift, leaving me with 2 to 2-1/2 hours in which to do patrols if I follow the bit about ‘don’t do patrols until the cleaners are finished’; and B) the second patrol involves securing doors – most of which the third patrol involves unsecuring.

As you can probably tell, this was the case tonight. As a result, I ended up saying screw not doing them until the cleaners are finished (I would have never got them done properly in that case), and went ahead and did them. Late. Much later than I prefer. But then, I had to wait to start the second patrol to let the remaining cleaner back into the main building (he’d been working in another one).

So I’m ticked off. Really ticked off.

Here’s hoping having written this will help my mood – I’d definitely prefer to not be still so pissed off when my supervisor comes in. (Not that I don’t like her – I find her nice to work for/with – but it would hardly be fair to her to have my mood drag her down. Especially not at the beginning of her day.)

Yawning… At Work…

Boy, am I ever tired. Can’t seem to stop yawning, and I’ve got another 4 hours to go… Can’t wait for noon. And so glad I’m not working this weekend (except of course for Plan: Clean Up tag’s Apartment, and Plan: Get That Story Written Before the Deadline, of course).

Trying very hard not to fall asleep…

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Working Late, Parents, & Observations on Cats

Working late today, as my supervisor is off on vacation, so the rest of us are filling in when we can. Working late tomorrow as well. Definitely going to be exhausted, despite the duty not being overly onerous – 12-1/2 hours can take it out of one. Oh well – as of noon tomorrow, I’ll be enjoying my weekend, and I don’t have to work Saturday this week, so that’s a good thing… especially as I have to finish cleaning my apartment.

My parents are visiting (arrived in T.O. Tuesday night), and are coming over early Sunday afternoon – to see Mitzy and meet Aspen – so the place has to at least look neat, rather than the… ahem… mess it is now…

And speaking of my cats, I’ve found a rather interesting thing… Aspen (the new one – see CPR, AED, Cats, and Rec Pages from Nov. 13th) treats me unlike any other cat the family or I have had. Brightspot was a friend I grew up with (and am still mourning) and was very definitely my owner; to Mitzy I’m a lap, comfortable knees, and a means to get the attention that she is owed by right; and Aspen seems to regard me as a giant cat with opposable thumbs. It’s weird – she treats me exactly as though I were a cat (butting her head at my forehead to show affection – rather than a headbutt at my stomach or a hand to demand attention), giving me the same sort of treatment she gives Mitzy (though I don’t get licked nearly as much – Aspen licking me is much more rare than seeing her lick Mitzy). It makes for some interesting observations on feline behaviour. She really is an adorable little beast, who is becoming more and more affectionate faster than I had thought she would (having grown up on the streets).