July 10th 2015

Found out today that (redacted) is now in charge of what Mismanagement was suppose to be doing. This makes sense since (redacted) did everything anyway, and now it’s official. She’s also a lot chipper now, I just hope she doesn’t get corrupt with power like other black women that get a shred of responsibility in this city.

I know what you must be thinking; no I do not intend to start talking to her just because she’s got more power than all of the assholes (sans Knucklehead). I am not a kiss-ass. I do not really like drinking with her still. Mismanagement is constantly on the radio just to let us know she’s still around. She even got on the radio to let base know that (redacted) and Buckwheat had audio tours. I suppose she does have the time to “train” the new guards between looking for trouble and watching cat videos. Still audio tours are not radio call worthy. Half the time it’s like she forgets she’s not the Manager anymore, and makes radio calls that are not to be answered anyway.

At one point she forgot what she was going to say.

“Mismanagement to base.”

“This is base go ahead.”

Then there was a bit of silence for a couple minutes.

“Base to Mismanagement?”

Then she replied back like she never called them earlier. “This is Mismanagement go ahead.”

“Uhh we’re still waiting for your message…”

And that was the end of the radio conversation. She got back at (redacted) though. He kept calling her for some reason at New Entrance. She never replied back. God only knows why, maybe he heard a rat fart in the AC vent or something. 

July 9th 2015

Apparently July 4^th went off smoothly, rainy but boring. That is the kind of day I would not mind working if it was not a federal holiday. My trip to Chicago was great, but not as great as I thought it would be. For personal, and semi-professional, reasons I won’t go into it. However I can say that compared to Home Town it really has it’s shit together. I felt bad coming back to the piss stained walls of public bathrooms and disorganized public transportation.

With all that said there have been some changes since I have been gone. Mismanagement's “office” has been moved to the basement of the staff building. We went on one of her little field trips there. She has to wear a uniform now too. I hadn’t noticed before just how badly she tries to get our attention or start a conversation. This morning she kept thinking out loud and couldn’t decide what she was doing. I pretty much told her to piss off by saying “well we will meet you up there at 9:30”, repeating her instruction for everyone to meet her in the Loading Dock at that time. Everyone laughed and she got the hint.

Do not take that the wrong way, I am far from being the people’s champion. I already found it pathetic how she did not do anything, but it’s brutally obvious now. She wanders around like Predator looking for both trouble and to remind everyone she still exits. Today she came up to the 4^th Floor and tried to pick a fight. I was writing in my notepad, like I am doing now, and tried to pin a cell phone usage on me. The look on her face, when she saw it was a notepad, was precious but she did not back down. She replied “Are you sure? I hear a noise.” Someone had started playing the info video screen, and there were a bunch of kids on tour in the gallery. I pointed this out to her. To which she replied “hmmm are you sure?” I said “well I’m not in YOUR head.” Ok maybe I didn’t say that last thing, but I was thinking it. She still walked off defeated one way or the other.

The other piece of news is that Reggie quit Wednesday. No one really knows why, but he told me he was going to. I am just shocked that it happened so sudden. I guess after Mismanagement’s demotion there’s no need to fight left. 

June 25th 2015

June 25^th, 2015: I am posted on the 3^rd Floor today and Mismanagement swapped my 12PM break for Sticks. Its ok though cause today I noticed karma has one hell of a way of crapping on this corrupt shithole. I discovered two things today; big news type of things! First the café got shut down for health code violations. It would make sense because their food (if you can call it that) was horrible. Even the coffee was overpriced and bland. Don’t know if I mentioned this before but Shannon was obviously involved in the Kelly thing (and as I mentioned she was fucking Predator) Funny how it happened after I told her about it, and after my meeting with Uncle Tom.

The other [second] piece of news is Mismanagement is getting demoted. Well this is actually a mixed bag. Depending on how you look at it (and there’s plenty of that here). Essentially in the meeting, with Knucklehead, Uncle Tom, and a couple other officers (in the breakroom), he said that Mismanagement would no longer be Assistant Manager, but would instead be a Supervisor that everyone would still report to, BUT this new position would basically do all of the things Mismanagement was never doing anyway.

So one way to look at it is Mismanagement justifiably got knocked down a few pegs. Losing some of her bullshit “duties” and has been put in a spot where she might quit out of frustration. She was always useless so now it’s official. The other way of looking at it is the obvious “Wait doesn’t that mean there’s yet another boss to report to?” Technically yes, but Knuclehead and Tom's logic has us reporting to Mismanagement (which we never did anyway) and that this new person will only report to them directly. Almost like a new special office rather than someone in charge of personnel.

Mismanagement has been laying low ever since this morning, I wonder how she handled it. Her boy Predator is not talking, and I hope he does not try to apply for the job. I don’t think they would let him since he’s on P.I.P. His hair looked even more girly than usual. It’s like he curled his dreads, fuck sake. Anyway this whole day I have been smiling. The way Uncle Tom smiled and nodded it’s like he was saying “no need to sue, I got this!” Fuck yeah! The Assisstant Director must not be happy about any of this, or just doesn’t like up-beat attitudes. She’s not quick on conversation either. Asked how she was doing, got no reply, so told her mine was great. “Yeah good for you" she replied with a grumble as I put on my shades. Haha!

Though it was a cloudy day so I took them off around the corner.... Still this is great! All the right people are pissed and I think this is all because of their bullshit from a couple months ago. This IS better than a lawsuit. Instead of money I have a boost of morale, but I will try not to develop a hero complex. Otherwise I would be no better than Knucklehead.

Anti Social Attitudes ARE A Bad Thing But...

With the quality of idiots that come into this place, and the ones I work for, it’s easy to lose faith in humanity. As a security guard you are much better off keeping to yourself and let guests flock to you for help. Your day will go by a lot smoother and you’ll be to keep the thoughts of Darwinism at bay.

Even when you do help guests expect for it not to go anywhere. The dumb bastards will just forgot everything you said so don’t waste your breath. Being in Security is also a thankless job so just concentrate on the paycheck. 

June 20th 2015

That interview went great yesterday! I hope I get a call back, if I’m lucky it won’t be for another week and I’ll be able to go to Chicago during my “two weeks notice”. (never got a call back, fml) I hope you know by now that there is not actually going to be a two weeks notice. In the meantime I need to work on my exit strategy. I will let you guess where I am posted today; I’ll give you a hint, it’s one of the same two places I seem to always be posted.

Not much to report on today apart from me working a wedding tonight, so I’ll be here for another nine hours. Fuck… I hope I’m not posted on the Loading Dock.

Sweet I’m posted on the Old Entrance tonight. I will not be stopping any drinks coming down the stairs tonight. For the first 15 minutes I was sitting here at Old Entrance Predator was sitting down upstairs probably trying to take notes to use on me later. Nigga please! I am no angel but compared to him I’m a saint. Plus I have a couple years of shit on him. 40% of which is just from the last couple of months. When he came down to get the daily attendance paper he could not tell the difference between 39 and 35. You know someone’s got a mental issue when they need to control THAT.

Very easy going crowd tonight, only 48 people. By the way that’s a 4 and an 8. Most of them are old people, they are playing jazz music, and everything is moving ahead of schedule. I think we might get out of here early. They didn’t give us a half-hour break, but they didn’t give an hour break either. They met us in the middle with 45 minutes. I’m all for the let’s-meet-them-in-the-middle approach, but that’s just meticulous enough to be Predator's decision.

I have to pop outside occasionally just to wake up. It’s kind of humid compared to the pleasant AC filled Old Entrance, but it’s not gonna knock me out sitting here. This elevator music is snooze inducing, but at least guests can hear me when I shout “I’m sorry, you can’t bring that drink downstairs.” Ok now let me get back to reporting the truth. I was standing outside the door (before it started raining) and saw Predator littering. I mean the guy’s an asshole, that’s confirmed, but come on… Put that paper in the trash can, that’s five feet away from you, instead of just blowing it off the straw.

Got some recent developments. (redacted) forgot to hook the latch on the left bronze door at the Old Entrance. Damn near thought the glass door would shatter when the storm kicked up. If I come in tomorrow to work on “The Project” I will make sure to bug him about it. I am definitely calling a cab to pick me up. Typically I walk a few blocks before getting a cab. Not tonight, that is if we are getting out early. Maybe the rain will be over by the time these old fucks get done boozing.

Well it’s 10:55 and shit’s still going on. The bride is the daughter of one of the Board Directors, the little guy with no neck. Right now Sticks is outside waiting for (redacted) just like my dad had to wait for me the last time a Board Director had a party go on longer than it needed to. I have learned my lesson; I take cabs in situations like this, no more making THEM wait for other people’s fuck ups.

11:03 – 33 minutes longer than it was suppose to go on for. The thing back in October 2013 went on for an hour-and-a-half longer. The band sounds winded and people are starting to leave. 11:42, fuck my life. They are standing around acting like they are made of fucking sugar. I think Mr. Ass gave up on the 25-hour limit thing, I mean for real this time. If I don’t have a new job by then I’ll experiment with this Thursday. After all he said come in 9:15 to 9:15. So nine to nine I shall come in, breaking my supposed 25-hour limit. 

I really wish that ass-fuck Chris didn't bone me out of a good job. Or else I wouldn't still be working for Hitler and his trained apes. 

June 18th 2015

They have me in Special Ex today with (redacted). The first part of the day was spent hearing about how her daughter had her phone stolen. Don’t you hate it when you are walking away from somebody and they do not get the hint? That’s how she is, she also would rather talk over you than receive good advice.

I completely understand the need to vent, afterall that’s what I’m doing writing this, but my text and speech are clear. (Redacted) mumbles her words and slurs when her mouth can’t catch up with her thoughts. Luckily, for the most part, she is keeping to herself in Special Ex 2. Or Special Ex 1 as Father Time is calling it today. I guess he woke up and decided he was going to mix things up a bit. His new theory is that Special Ex position 2 is actually position 1 since it would be chronologically first on any other occasion. Confused? Father Time sure is, and it was his idea to begin with. Using that aforementioned logic he gave (redacted) the keys instead of me.

I later got the keys after (redacted) suggested we swap places. I liked this idea because position 2 has a sit down blind spot, and better 3G. However (redacted) came to relieve her in order to go over to Mismanagement’s office. Sounds like they’re trying to beat down on someone again. I really hope I get that job tomorrow.

Ok so the reason (redacted) was gone so long is because Mismanagement had her doing busy work, plus was making her hang out and chat in her office. At some point Mismanagement and D.S. had a falling out. Like what happened with Shorty a couple years ago. Apparently Buckwheat is a friend of Martin who’s allied with C.J. , so there’s no way Mismanagement can trust Buckwheat. Because (redacted) is weak Mismanagement is preying on that. Hopefully she will find some way out of it. (She barely knows how to say no to the woman so that will never happen.)

Looney Tunes came by to visit. She’s not looking as bad as they say she is. She has lost weight but not in the bad way. I told her I will not be able to come to her party tomorrow, but that I wish her all the best. While talking to (redacted) I found out that Mismanagement lived with D.S. for six months after her boyfriend kicked her out. I am starting to see why everyone both hates and feels sorry for her. Unfortunately, I do not feel sorry for users after what happened with Sam. That is probably why I hate her. 

June 14th 2015

Tonight only working four hours for the going away party of (redacted). As far as staff members go she’s one of the nicest. It will be a shame to see her leave but she’s worked here a very long time. It was hot as shit coming down here, I wish I never volunteered for it. If I keep writing and working on my iTunes playlists (thanks to my Bluetooth headset) the night will shoot through quick.

I honestly do not give a fuck about any of these people so mingling’s out of the question. So far it is just people that work on the upper floors. None of the succubi from Education are here *knock on wood*. I guess I can add Shannon to the deceitful list. Apparently her and Predator are seeing each other. According to (redacted); he took her home one night but once he got her clothes off he could smell stench. Predator is nothing but stench so the theory balances out.

Holy smokes we get a 30-minute break! Ok so the night does not entirely suck. Also Predator either ignored or did not notice the red earbud in my left ear. I was not really expecting a break. I'll eat something at 7/11, like a fruit bowl. Also (redacted) keeps staring at me. I relieve her in four minutes. Then I get to go on MY break.

Damn (upstairs lady) has worked here for 46 years and is STILL humble? Whatever her secret is (redacted) never learned it. Then again she does not have to deal with the ignorant public. It is raining now. According to my weather app (the accurate-ish one, not that shit Apple has) this rain is suppose to go on until 10. I plan to change out of my uniform and feel human again. So I had to bring my backpack with me. The backpack looks weatherproof so everything should be ok. My uniform I do not care about, but my electronics are a different story.

So after my break they told me to go relieve Sis on Center Street Door for 30 minutes. I relieve her, she goes to buy some 7/11, and tells me she already had her 30-minute break. “What the fuck?” is the unofficial slogan of the Security Department. Found out Looney Toons is not looking too good. Not sure if I already said it, but I’m not going to her going-away party. I do wish her all the best, but I can do that from afar. Maybe I’ll send her a card. 

30 minutes left with this thing. Predator was out giving the staff his G.T.F.O. stare. Complete with arm-cross action. He doesn’t even do that at weddings. Everyone ignored him regardless. And in hindsight this, among A LOT of other things, was one of the offenses that lead to his firing.