Diddy.
Thursday 7 June 2007
Well, the two new guys that were meant to be starting tonight are now starting Friday. This annoys me a little bit as I won't get to see them until Saturday, so I'm tempted to go into work Friday night and creep around as some kind of 'mystery punter' just to see what's what. I probably won't, but then again I do go a bit mental sometimes.
A couple of highlights tonight. The first - the biggie - was Jabba's dad, who has recently stated working on park security, accidentally let slip that his son's nickname was Diddy, as he was going home. As in, "Bye, diddy." Well, we didn't let that one rest all night and probably never will. Jabba is 6ft4 and 18+ stone, remember. Diddy! You can't make this stuff up. Edmonson even arranged for the DJ to play Doo Wah Diddy Diddy at midnight.
Later, Jabba, Edmonson and myself, as well as one of the complex cleaners, were standing down by the external gates, chatting, moaning, bitching and taking the piss as usual. The other three were in the hut and I was outside. Suddenly, this seagull swoops down, and dive-bombs me with a string of shit. Jabba starts laughing, but as he does, the bird strikes again, except this time the wind catches it, and Jabba, Edmonson, and the poor cleaner bastard get totally pebble-dashed. The cleaner even has it all over his head. The way the wind caught and zoomed it in towards them was like that bit when the Death Star gets torpedoed in Star Wars. Unbelievable, but bloody brilliant. Much respect to Ben Gunn.
Otherwise, at one point there was five of us in the main complex and it really was a total piece of piss. We didn't know what to do with ourselves. There'll be seven on Friday and Saturday this week. It's almost a farce, after three months of staff shortages. Most nights are going to be very easy but part of me wonders if a greater visible security presence might trigger the odd bit of group rowdiness. We'll see.
Right, I'm off for a pair of days. Be safe.
posted by Sheamus @ 2:30 am
