Barney Fife

I feel like Barney Fife and look like a Hong Kong police officer. I am a security guard and not one of the good ones with guns and batons and meep. I don't even get a hat.

I got the job about a month ago ands its just been the meeping run around the whole time. They've tried to stick me all over the North Shore when they told me straight out that I would be assigned to Danvers or Lynn, which are both close to my home.(gas is expensive and they really need the manpower, leverage is nice)

I'm finally settled in to my assignment (hopefully) which is a medical equipment manufacturing company in an industrial park. The production facilities in the buildings employ a large amount of Hispanics and southeast Asians. My job essentially is to make sure they don't steal/break things. Even the security desk, which is conveniently placed in their locker room right in front of the employee entrance, has to be watched and locked up. Even the phone. The desk phone, a meepty beat up office phone. They will steal it and i'm not joking, it has happened before apparently. They usually behave themselves and do their thing while i do mine. I must say Vietnamese and Cambodian are extremely annoying languages especially when its 20 old Asian women yelling at each other all at once.

Its a bit of culture shock for me I suppose. I'm about 6'1", white as a ghost, with long blond hair and a beard not to mention in a uniform, so i stick out a smidgen.

Ive noticed some ironies as i do my tours of the buildings: Theres a guy named Mike Noone that works there, i've never seen him and every night his door is open and the light is on. I think they employ the invisible man, hes the Quality Director. There a meepty corporate encouragement slogan theme running on the names of some of the rooms there like, spirit of innovation, agility, integrity yada yada..theres a room called Trust and its locked. Thats funny to me.