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Ugly Heads LOVE to rear.
19 years ago
General
Maybe that's where the term 'butt ugly' came from.
In the past, I have told you my job is a joke. Yes, I still work security. There is one part of the job that isn't funny though, and that is our true purpose. I have stated on more serious notes that it is our job to observe and record. We are cameras and little more, though for $7.75 an hour, corporate still likes to think we should be putting our lives on the line to save others. Surely half-a-dollar above the new minimum wage shall never justify the loss of life or limb... but my guiltiest confession is the possession of a conscience, and it shall not suffer me to stand aside. This is the peril in lowest-bidder security work.
Today, there was going to be a fight. I panicked. I radioed the whole security team that some shit was going down at the Old Navy and the whole mall ground to a halt in paralyzed panic. When customers see headlights, they look just like deer. They had no idea what was going on, but seeing five burly uniforms bolting down the corridor like bats out of hell, it always creates that lingering suspicion. It's the proverbial trainwreck. They want to run, but they want to see, too.
It started when two punks ganged up on one guy, hurling insults and challenges... Strangely, he stood, and said not a single word back. When they left, he started walking, and those who had seen had a unanimous directive: STOP HIM, something HORRIBLE is going to happen. I swallowed my heart back into my chest and tried to inquire what happened, and there were only three things that were needed to communicate the full extent and scope of what was happening. He murmured quietly, "I'm gonna shoot that fucker." and said nothing else. He kept walking, inexorable and enevitable as a steam engine. He had murder in his eyes.
Unit 209 caught up to me and I mouthed "STOP HIM". JD was usually... a less than reasonable officer. Demand and ultamatum were usually the order of the day. But when they made eye contact, JD later noted that, while most Talked, this one Walked. He was silent, and JD swore there was murder in his eyes too.
At the time, failing to stop him, 209 asked me for the key to the security vehicle and ran ahead, and we were approaching the doors in the Old Navy hallway. Those doors, I remembered... they didn't have mechanical locks that can open from the inside. They have a magnetic mechanism triggered by one key. So I ran ahead, and with split-seconds to spare, I sealed the doors and the steam train hit a cliffside.
I don't know what the fuck was going through my head. He could've killed me. If he had a weapon, I'd be DEAD RIGHT NOW. I told him, "Don't do this." HE said, "Open The Door." ... I am such a god damned coward. I opened it for him.
Skipping ahead to the security office after it was all over, JD told me I must've been nuts. Nobody else would've tried to bar that guy. Nobody should ever try to do it again. Yet it seemed that somehow, it'd taken his edge off. Took the wind right out of his sails. But the thing that disturbs me is, JD said I was smiling when I did it. Told me I was grinning like a god damned cheshire cat.
JD's right. I must be absolutely fucking nuts.
Nothing happened, though. 209 in mobile, 210, and 208 chased down the two punks as they tried to board a bus and get out of there. They were successfully detained and banned. 204 and I somehow managed to corner the steamtrain and the other officer, not me, managed to talk him down.
I'm so ashamed. I caved, twice. I couldn't get the guy's information. I had to call 204 for help. But they told me I did what I was supposed to do, and that makes it a little better, but they didn't know that I tried to lock him in.
Am I supposed to be proud of this? ... 'cos I sure'shell ain't.
In the past, I have told you my job is a joke. Yes, I still work security. There is one part of the job that isn't funny though, and that is our true purpose. I have stated on more serious notes that it is our job to observe and record. We are cameras and little more, though for $7.75 an hour, corporate still likes to think we should be putting our lives on the line to save others. Surely half-a-dollar above the new minimum wage shall never justify the loss of life or limb... but my guiltiest confession is the possession of a conscience, and it shall not suffer me to stand aside. This is the peril in lowest-bidder security work.
Today, there was going to be a fight. I panicked. I radioed the whole security team that some shit was going down at the Old Navy and the whole mall ground to a halt in paralyzed panic. When customers see headlights, they look just like deer. They had no idea what was going on, but seeing five burly uniforms bolting down the corridor like bats out of hell, it always creates that lingering suspicion. It's the proverbial trainwreck. They want to run, but they want to see, too.
It started when two punks ganged up on one guy, hurling insults and challenges... Strangely, he stood, and said not a single word back. When they left, he started walking, and those who had seen had a unanimous directive: STOP HIM, something HORRIBLE is going to happen. I swallowed my heart back into my chest and tried to inquire what happened, and there were only three things that were needed to communicate the full extent and scope of what was happening. He murmured quietly, "I'm gonna shoot that fucker." and said nothing else. He kept walking, inexorable and enevitable as a steam engine. He had murder in his eyes.
Unit 209 caught up to me and I mouthed "STOP HIM". JD was usually... a less than reasonable officer. Demand and ultamatum were usually the order of the day. But when they made eye contact, JD later noted that, while most Talked, this one Walked. He was silent, and JD swore there was murder in his eyes too.
At the time, failing to stop him, 209 asked me for the key to the security vehicle and ran ahead, and we were approaching the doors in the Old Navy hallway. Those doors, I remembered... they didn't have mechanical locks that can open from the inside. They have a magnetic mechanism triggered by one key. So I ran ahead, and with split-seconds to spare, I sealed the doors and the steam train hit a cliffside.
I don't know what the fuck was going through my head. He could've killed me. If he had a weapon, I'd be DEAD RIGHT NOW. I told him, "Don't do this." HE said, "Open The Door." ... I am such a god damned coward. I opened it for him.
Skipping ahead to the security office after it was all over, JD told me I must've been nuts. Nobody else would've tried to bar that guy. Nobody should ever try to do it again. Yet it seemed that somehow, it'd taken his edge off. Took the wind right out of his sails. But the thing that disturbs me is, JD said I was smiling when I did it. Told me I was grinning like a god damned cheshire cat.
JD's right. I must be absolutely fucking nuts.
Nothing happened, though. 209 in mobile, 210, and 208 chased down the two punks as they tried to board a bus and get out of there. They were successfully detained and banned. 204 and I somehow managed to corner the steamtrain and the other officer, not me, managed to talk him down.
I'm so ashamed. I caved, twice. I couldn't get the guy's information. I had to call 204 for help. But they told me I did what I was supposed to do, and that makes it a little better, but they didn't know that I tried to lock him in.
Am I supposed to be proud of this? ... 'cos I sure'shell ain't.
Who knows the power of a smile.. or.. grinning for that matter.
Maybe he was hoping you wouldn't open the door, so he could do something to you.
-shrugs- Still, no one was hurt, save for pride, and the day went on.
In my opinon, that's how all fights should end.
I think that was the big problem. I hope I never see him again, lest he shoot me in DA FACE. x.x