Before I found my way to the investigation business, I spent many years as a security guard. Many companies, many graveyard shifts, many holidays, many ‘so-and-so didn’t show-get out there!’ situations.
Good times. (sarcasm)
I took these jobs seriously. I was there to protect the premises and property, and sometimes the people. Many times, officially, I was unarmed (officially). Basically a door-shaking firewatch guy. But, I wasn’t a fool.
And, I met many interesting characters along the way. Remember the John Candy movie, Armed and Dangerous? I knew most of those guys, in real life.
There were the cop wanna-bes, the paranoids, the sex addicts, the gun nuts, the old men, the really old men, the students, the thieves, the ex-military, the drug users, the sleepers and the drunks. All protecting you and your property. Sometimes they were combinations of the listed types.
This doesn’t mean there weren’t concientious individuals who took the job seriously. But, mostly the guards I met were in the list above.
Some on the list were my bosses and my bosses’ bosses!
I remember working the steel mill, wherein a stray cat waltzed into their transformer, and turned the place dark.
I remember a patient at an Urgent Care facility, grabbing my gun stock (in the holster) just because he wanted to look at it.
I remember guarding Charles Revson’s aircraft (Revlon) on the tarmac at Sky Harbor.
I remember watching my bosses steal the place blind, because they were my bosses and there was no one to whom I should report. (The owners were foreign, and there was no way to contact them, except through management).
I remember lying to an auto accident victim, after a collision right in front of the guard shack, when she asked if she looked okay, when there was a 3″ long, 1/4′ deep U-shaped gash in her forehead.
And I remember being a guard supervisor, at a posh country club.
I was at home, when I received a call one of my men had been beaned with a beer bottle, and fell into a sand-trap on the golf course.
He came into the clubhouse crying, and the club president asked him ‘what happened?’. And he recounted the assault by member’s teen sons, and he relinquished his firearm to the club president, who then went looking for the miscreants on his own, with the guard’s revolver, without calling the police!
Currently, I have some negative physical issues. It’s amazing I never developed an ulcer! Or had a stroke!