September
10th, 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.