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A Dirty Job

Busy, busy, busy.
Sunday 1 April 2007

Fairly straightforward tonight. The place was jam-packed and the busiest I've seen it to date - at least a couple of thousand people - and kids were swarming everywhere, all mental and random like kids are. The alterno-security team looked like stereotypical bouncers but were decent enough, even if they did clock off at 12.30am to have a few pints at the bar. Me? I finished at 2.45am, but there was a bonus as some moron had left six double-vodka Red Bulls unclaimed when he fucked off home. Even the cans hadn't been opened. Result.

The incident with the owner I had earlier in the week appears to be heading towards some kind of resolution - he was contacted by management and, perhaps not surprisingly, or possibly conveniently, has no memory of what happened. He wants to come and see me this Wednesday to apologise so we'll see how that goes. If he's straight up I'm fine with it; otherwise, we're looking at a summer of endless tension, and nobody wants that. Interestingly enough, I saw one of his sons out and about down town on my day off on Friday, and I could see he was trying to place me but couldn't. Blanked me tonight, though, the cunt.

We actually had a full team in operation today for the first time since I've started. The most seasoned doorman returned from a week off and immediately began barking orders about and telling the rest of us what to do. The problem is he's at least ten years younger than the rest of us and earning the exact same money, so pretty quickly we all decided we didn't really give a fuck. He's alright but a bit of a Jack-the-lad type, and prone to saying he wants us to do XYZ while he goes off and takes a 30-minute break in the staff room and then claims it was only ten.

Met another new chap tonight as well, who claims to own his own security firm and offered me a spot on his team working this year's Glastonbury festival. Five days/four nights and you camp over. It's almost double what I'm earning now and could be an experience, but I remain unconvinced at this moment whether he's straight up or full of it. I'll keep an open mind until I learn otherwise.

I tell you what - one day off was not enough. Roll on next Thursday.


posted by Sheamus @ 3:30 am




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