September 10th, 2015

September 10^th, 2015: Posted up in Red+Green+Gold with Roy Johnson, Wilson, and D. Smith. Wilson left at 1PM, but we still have more guards up here than we need. D. Smith, catching onto this, decided to float around. Antinelli was to relieve her at 11AM, but she was nowhere near Red+Green+Gold at the time. After some of her world class sass and her “aw hell naw!” rant of ignorance they agreed to let her have self relief at 12PM. Antinelli still stuck around for an hour.

I went on break at 12PM too. So did Thompson, Rooks, Wilkins, and Boles. Thompson, who is training Wilkins, must have pulled some more strings again. They’re posted on Center Street Door (suppose to be the 1PM break). The schedules have been really flexible for some guards. Wilson just comes in for four hours on Thursdays. I don’t know what the point of that is.

Speaking of shit that doesn’t make sense (which I’ll admit is a lot of things documented in these entries) Miss. Guy had a meeting this morning about the young guy who use to sit in the café all of the time. Yeah he use to smell like guacamole and charge several (possibly stolen) cell phones at the same table, but he’s been doing that since March and NOW someone says something? After he was caught talking to himself and was escorted out of the building?

We tried to ask Miss. Guy what the reason for the man being banned was. A simple question that got an unnecessary warranted “that’s classified” answer. Luckily Jackson told me it’s because he was talking to himself. I guess it was only a matter of time before he got put on the museum blacklist. He was the guy, I told you about, who would walk around swinging a cane he wasn’t actually using. Also with most transients they follow them around just waiting for a reason to kick them out on the street. It’s a fucking art museum, kicking out “undesirables” is the only excitement they get here.

During the meeting after we asked Miss. Guy why the guy was banned she starred into space if having a conversation with her many voices trying to come up with a fake answer. We are the Security department, it would be nice to know unless of course it’s something bad like “he was a serial rapist” in which case it would make Kunkle look bad for not banning him sooner.

Everyone looked around like “why won’t you tell us?” So I spoke up and said “the real reason is he smelled like guacamole and made the artsy fartsies uncomfortable, the fake reason is he stole something”. I really try to help bridge that gap of confusion and bullshit whenever possible. It works for the most part and gets a laugh. Then Toney came down for something, basically to tell us about the homeless guy, but she had beaten him to it. Then he asked her, mistakenly, if there was anything else. She spread Mr. Boles’ Charles Street Door papers around the table as if trying to look organized.

For the most part there haven’t been many people here today, it’s been raining pretty hard out too.