Saturday 14th
Sunday 15 April 2007
Cor blimey guvnor.
I had to nip into work earlier today, before I was due to begin my shift, to change my bank account details on the payroll. Well, it was all a bit sombre when I got there but my boss was too busy to inform me of what had happened, but promised to fill us all in at 6pm.
Turned out the complex was robbed last night; well, almost. This chap had hidden himself away at closing time on Friday night and decided he may as well empty the £500 fruit machines while he was all by his lonesome. He was knowledgable enough to know he couldn't leave the building without setting off all the alarms so he stayed hidden. Only problem was the stupid bastard fell asleep under a table and was discovered by some shocked cleaners at 6am today. In his panic, he bolted, leaving behind his swag-bag.
Well, it was all captured on CCTV of course - the entire complex is basically an episode of Big Brother - and the crook only fucking well turned out to be a 'close friend' of Captain Jack's! Worse, he was staying with him at the time and Jack had only been cheeky enough to slip him a fake pass to move in and out of the complex without the rest of the door team telling him to fuck off.
End result: Jack's been fucking suspended while an investigation is going on. Nobody knows if it was an 'inside job' or whether he was involved at all - from what I can deduce it appears to be just a fucking crappy bit of judgement on his part - but those in-the-know have said that nobody has ever returned from a suspension at the park. Time will tell. The thing is, I don't think him going is a positive development at all. Not only will it leave us consistently short-staffed but for all of his flaws he does have the experience and does have some skills that are bloody useful. If he's involved at all, then fine, he's fucked himself, but otherwise, I'm not sure it's anything more than a major bit of bad luck based on stupidity on his part.
What this meant tonight is that on the busiest shift I've ever seen - there were easily 1500 people in the nightclubs - there was only two of us on. Two. Early on tonight I'll admit I had a very bad feeling and was picking up all kinds of nasty vibes, but unbelievably it went as smooth as Kelly Brook's bottom. But that isn't the point; as I've said before, this job brings enough risk with it where there is a chance you could die, and it quite frankly is not fucking good enough. We have a new bloke starting this Monday, and while it's going to be nice to have another body, what's the odds he turns out to be a right cunt? I was amazed during my SIA training that the guys I was with were all decent. You expect one or two tossers on things like this. So we're due one.
Incidentally, Bilbo was meant to be working tonight but never showed up. What a guy.
In other news, I saw Barry from Eastenders at the Crypt last night, and earlier on for a drink in the Brass Monkey. He was actually on very good form; while he's a bit of a berk and naturally it's not my kind of thing, all kudos to the guy because he does have a pretty good voice and his performance in Extras is class. The only slightly tragic part is that he was surrounded by lackeys and it was all a bit like art-imitating-life-imitating-art.
Or something.
posted by Sheamus @ 3:25 am
