Remember a couple of posts back when I mentioned that I wasn't allowed to let anyone into the lift at work.. in case they had a gun, were a mad rapist or whatever?
WELL... today the gunmen turned up! But it's ok I didn't let them in the lift I kept tight hold of my trusty swipe card, armed and sightly miffable if cornered. In fact it all took place out on the street. No staff involved, just the morally challenged, sorting things out in their own way.
Arguments in reception are a regular occurance, sometimes they even get their handbags out, (punch ups to my friends across the pond). But this is an entirely different league. Oh well another day another crust!!
16 at confession:
Gunmen? Handbags? Punch ups?
Ok, I get the gunmen, but what were they doing there? Where you able to give any of them a wallop (punch)?
Handbags and punch ups--I'm a bit confused.
But at least it was an interesting day at work!
Ah Miss Keeks, it is a local saying, they're getting their handbags out, or handbags at dawn.
I deal with the 'underclass' of society, this was their world and now it is mine... welcome!
sounds familiar. odd when you in one of the customer facing departments and the panic alarm goes off and everyone charges to reception.
I'd rather they charged to reception than ignored it. So you have 'experience' in this line then?
I've figured it - your working at returns department of Argos ;o)
I think im going to send you some pepper spray, a bullet proof vest, and take up a collection for karate lessons for your birthday missy
experience? well not being "customer facing" no! When i'm in housing or benefits on my travels I see it happen.
Beki: you got it! LOL
Kim: Thanks, pepper spray and vest sounds infinitely more appealing than a swipe card.
Pete: I suppose they are much the same wherever they go.
Yikes! Good thing you had your swipe card.
Glad you're ok. Tell Kim I'll chip for the pepper spray/bullet proof vest/karate package.
Pepper spray is probably not a bad idea; unless, like Martha, it takes twenty minutes to find something in your purse.
I did indeed work in a behavioral hospital with panic buttons and a map of which department was panicking. Like the fire department, however, most were false alarms.
Wow. I'll send some pepper spray as well. Sounds like you could use a little extra.
Be careful St Jude - one of them might have a spider.
Kate: thanks for the whip round.
Admiral: Like Martha my handbag is something of a bottomless pit, so I'd need to wear it on a chain round my neck.
Nikki: Spiders I can handle, well actually I'm fibbing, I can't handle them at all, but I can cope with them better than the crims.
I used to work reception in the financial industry. One day this guys comes in, a friend of one of the financial advisor, and asks to see Rick. As I'm paging Rick to the front, this man, from the office across the hall (which was the hed-office of the cie I worked for), comes in and tells me to call security. I'm puzzled, but why? By the time Rick got to reception, his visitor and the man from the other office were engaged in a fist fight! Right there, in the reception area. Security came, etc. turned out they were old rivals or something. I had to go to court, as a witness for the visitor, that he was attacked by the other guy, who actually turned out to be the VP of the company I worked for!
Stinkypaw: Welcome. Ugh, you're minding your own business and then someone kicks off, at least my crims have the decency to kick off in the street. Only problem there is that good old Joe Public can become the victim. At least I am going into this with my eyes very wide open.
Gulp!
Yikes! Well you can always poke them in the eye with your swipe card! ;-)
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