March 28th, 2015

March 28 2015: All kinds of activity so far today. First up Mismanagement had us go on tour of the new marble special exhibit. The curator, (the sweet British lady), said “This statue is the plaster mold for the bronze statue for the grave of the family in (redacted) Cemetery.” How hard is that to understand for someone actually listening? Mismanagement, being Captain repeat-every-fucking-thing-because-I’m-ignorant, asked (sweet British lady) to say it again. So the Curator repeated herself; then it turned into a five minute debate over who was buried at the plot of the cemetery. “Jesus Christ!” (redacted) exclaimed and quite right. Next up was pointed out the confusion between what could and could not be touched. There are some sample pieces of marble that can be touched, and other pieces that cannot be touched. There are only signs saying “please touch”. Like (sweet British lady) said, this stuff will be here for long after we are dead. Let ‘em touch it! I Eskimo kissed one of the statues while pretending to look for something. She thought it was funny. The Curator, not the statue. I’m not that far gone.

Today (redacted) is posted at H.H. He’s never been trained on H.H.. D.J. was the unfortunate soul sent to relieve him at 11AM. I say “unfortunate” because (redacted) didn’t know about the emergency exit aka “side door”. When the door closes the push bar locks behind you, unless you lock the bar in place with the Alan wrench provided on the key ring. This prevents the door from locking behind you. Or you can opt to use the door stop. (Redacted) didn’t know about either of these things and locked D.J. out of H.H., she had the keys (all 20 something of them) but there’s no key to unlock the push bar from the other side.

D.J. called for assistance over the radio so naturally Monitor Room called for (redacted) to let her in. This is futile nine-times-out-of-ten because he “doesn’t hear” his radio calls. 10 minutes later D.J. again calls for assistance. (Redacted) is still A.W.O.L. so Monitor Room calls (redacted) (posted in R+G+G) to go let D.J. into the building. Five minutes later she gets on the radio for a third time to request assistance. (Redacted's, second one not father time) radio was malfunctioning. After 20 minutes of being in the emergency exit D.J. was finally freed from her mini prison. As she relieved Captain Redacted at Old Entrance she had a thousand yard stare on her face. Either trauma or just the way she copes with the day. Probably both.