Working as security assistant bears some surprises. For example I did not expect to be called a “Jesus murderer” (Jesusmörder). The crazy normally call early in the morning just in the (two) hour(s) before six o’clock – at this point the telephone is re-linked to the central customer’s service or how ya call it. Mostly tenthousand promille alcohol blast in your ear and you know how to handle. For some years an old lady called through the night to ask for time and date and sometimes – depending on her medication – a nice conversation could come up. Sadly she died last October. But this midday my colleague and I were taken by surprise, because above mentioned insult came up. I still do not understand what made us kill God’s son, but I am over it. My colleague is an ex-Jehovas-wittness and it touched some long forgotten layers of his personality. He truely wanted to go home.
In other news a trusted and seasoned colleague, kind of old battlehorse, managed to lock himself out of a high security lab. I guess he had some kind of blackout, it was in the middle of the night. But his reaction was stunning, because he phoned the customer, the head of saied lab’s security branch: Instead of keeping this mistake low profile he drew maximum attention to it – and next Thursday we all have to show up and will be explained how a lock works or something. Plain bullsh*t and very good for the image – “Those blokes are really too stupid …”
In other news: Missus Igor (yeah!) has finally managed to find another friend, but judging from the noises her taste did not improve, or she is unable to learn from earlier mistakes – the stomping, drunk shouting and noise of falling bottles indicates that she simply fell for another Russian superman. I do not expect too much, but it’s half past three in the morning and I’d like to sleep a little when I come back from work. Thankfully her new friend brought new music along the dirttrack and it is not the same boom-boom as it was. It is different boom-boom and it is classy now, because it goes boom-ta-boom. Welldone lad. Oh – spoke too early: they take a shower now, fine, good people, the orgy is over and we sleep clean: The lady plays in another league – now it’s fifty per evening …
Yes, I know, but I am really in a fowl mood now.