Introduction

Like janitors, construction workers, and tax collectors security is a job that nobody really wants but is something that has to be done. In popular media and in professional circles people assume that security guards are cop wannabes who take their jobs too seriously. Whereas there are guys like that in this line of work I want to point out right now that I’m not one of them.

I am the kind of security guard that works in an art museum. Every place of employment has it’s characters and weirdoes, but it’s when there is obvious corruption in managerial and even the human resources department you know you are in a bad spot. At an art museum the gossip and back stabbing is more apparent because everyone has nothing else on their mind but to over think.

When you work in an art gallery under the “supervision” of a man who thinks your department in a para military group, you have nothing but time to think. However once an emergency occurs he goes from being a hardened general to a scared school boy afraid of legal sanction. “Patrolling” the gallery and “guarding” the art is the main aspect of the job. However after working there for almost two and a half years I decided to start this blog. Just to point out the inconsistencies of my job as well as give you a window into my experience with it.

This is not so much being made to clear the air on the image of security guards, or it’s industry, so much as it’s just a window into it. Believe me you do not want to work where I work. I started making a journal in the hopes of using the notes as a basis for a book, but instead some of the stuff that goes on here is worthy of a federal investigation.

Security is a very boring job, or at least it’s as boring as you want it to be. If you are a writer it is sweet, but if you are a person who needs excitement than it is not for you. Not that you would want any to occur.