July 23rd 2015

Like usual my spidey B.S. detector is on high. Worse of all I’m not prepared for this 12-hour Thursday, luckily I’m halfway through before I decided to jot today’s retardation down. This will keep me going for as long as I have paper.

My blutooth headset was in the laundry. It lit up first but all-in-all it’s dead. R.I.P. little time killer. Also I’m running out of paper on my notepad (the small one) and didn’t bring my USB cord for my tablet. Though luckily I can work on “The Project” using ink and paper. That’s one of the ways I’m killing time.

Mismanagement is in anal-retentive mode today. She had a meeting about literally nothing. I mean more nothing than usual. She seemed tired and slurry, having the meeting for the sake of one. She mentioned that if the littlest thing happens we will have to write an incident report. Sure enough after a meeting with (redacted) that very thing happened.

He came to relieve me for my hour break. I gave him both sets of keys, I come back an hour later and the #9 key is “missing”. So I call the Monitor Room and tell them what happened. Five minutes later (redacted) comes back upstairs and tells me the key fell down the stairs. Yeah right, the dope didn’t even check his pockets properly. According to Sticks and (redacted) this stuff happens with him every once in a while. So of course Mismanagement is on overdrive today. I… no WE had to write incident reports because of it.

At the meeting she also mentioned that the art inventory sheets needed to be done, but as always Father Time somehow thinks that means “floor inspection sheet”. I let him know I needed some inventory sheets made up, he then brings me more inspection sheets! Someone must have put that idea in his head a long time ago in case people asked him. The idiots are programmed a certain way here, and it’s not like Father Time needs much convincing to begin with. He was at the meeting where it was announced we would be using reorganized inventory sheets.

Unless he just tunes her out, which I can sympathize with. He also almost passed out while giving out everything this morning. He really should retire before this place kills him. During my 20-minute break I asked him if he thought things were getting better or worse. He said once everyone [Mismanagement] realizes where their place is everything will get better.

Tonight the museum is trying a private-event-since-everyone-is-here thing like they have done in the past on a Thursday night. Except tonight I’m the guy that has to play crowd control. It’s only suppose to last an hour though. And it’s only on the 3^rd Floor. A beat-boxer and a percussionist. What the hell either has to do with Medieval or Renaissance art I don’t know. Some of you can call me ignorant for not “getting it” and others can agree with me. I don’t care which, all I know is I have to deal with it tonight.

I remember that this night Predator tried beat-boxing too while he was uncle Tomming it with the performers before closing. By that point he was already in the hole, but at least his medication was kicking in...