One more strike and your out!

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Date: 09 February 2005 13:33:50

Ever have one of those days where you wanted to happily kill a co-worker. I have had two the last two days and it was the same co worker as well!! Well yesterday was Day One of me wanting to kill a coworker. We currently have a big show on and it takes up the whole building which is 500 metres long and 100 metres wide. Instead of calling myself the floored one I will use the following pseudonym Chops. I receive a call on the radio (walkie talkie) from the Security Supervisor (SS) saying we need you Chops urgently at Door 3. No worries I am down the other end in Hall 3 I will walk up to door 3 and meet you there. Can you hurry says SS it is real urgent and may get ugly. I kick the legs into gear and motor down the 300 metres to door 3. At this point it may help to describe myself physically. I am over 100 kilos and thinning on the head which is where I sweat heaps and I wear a suit and heavy boots as my uniform. Door 3 is a part of our large room which can fit several thousand for concerts or the seats move and becomes exhibition space. I get to door 3 and call SS and say “where are you SS, I am at door 3” “Chops I am at door 3 but I can't see you” “No SS I am at door 3 and I can't see you” “ Sorry Chops I mean Hall 3” That's right I then had to walk back to the other end where I had started in the first place!! Making for one very unhappy sweaty Chops. By the way the thing that was so urgent was someone trying to get entry into the show using the pass out stamp from the day before on his arm. The colour of the day was purple and he had a yellow stamp on his arm. Not a complicated issue and it was surely not urgent.

To make things worse for the last three weeks I have been working night shifts and working six days straight. I have not had much chance to spend time with my girlfriend the lovely one. In a attempt to spend quality time with the lovely one I have been having lunch with her some days. This involves me parking my car at work walking the 25 minutes to her office in the sweltering summer heat of my location and then walking back and going to work.

Yesterday was one such occasion it was approx 35 Celsius and steamy as a very steamy thing. I forgot we have a massive gig on at the moment and had to do laps to the other car park and thus giving me only 15 minutes to walk to the lovely one's office. I had turned on the turbo to get there in time. This combined with the “urgent call” and my normal walking around has caused me to be captain sore thighs. Which let me tell you gentle reader is not attractive or five star when you are walking around in a suit and looking impressive but have the gait of a very unhappy cowboy. Thank goodness it was just lactic acid and not chafing or as like to call it “ the curse of the large man”.

The reason I could happily throttle the SS tonight. During the rush tonight one of the stamps went missing. These are the stamps which change colour every day so we know who can come back in today and did not buy entry yesterday and attempt to get in twice for the price of one. The stamps have a major impact on the security of the show. The SS decided to call me on the radio and inform me of the loss so I could have a chat to the organisers of the show and settle them down. The SS used the radio which is all well and good normally but for large shows such as this the organisers use one of our radios on our channel. They had heard completely the whole debacle before I had a chance to say it in a more delicate way than we have breached the security of the event. That is why we have a mobile for discussions that need to be of a more discreet nature. Some of you may attempt to defend the SS and say he did not know that the orgs were on the channel. Normally yes I would agree but I had previously had a three way conversation an hour before with myself, the SS and the organiser. So if anyone knows how I could defend myself if charged for maiming a SS.

One thing is it can only get better tomorrow. I may regret those words later me thinks.

Till then,

Chops