I started a new job this month. Not because I needed to but because I wanted to. I wanted to strike out on my own at a job where I could say for sure that everything I earned I did it on my own. My Boyfriend isn’t too happy about it because I lost the security of the last job and my insurance from that job. I understand why he feels that way. It’s not often you get a job where they will only fire you if there is a security breach that is your fault or someone dies because of something you did. At least I left that last job in such a way that I can always go back if I really want to.
The new job is still in the field of Security like my last job. I get paid more but I’m also left to my own devices more often than not. They haven’t even trained me beyond what I already knew from my last job since it was applicable to this job. There isn’t as much accountability at this job if I’m being honest. Which means that there isn’t much that can keep me at this job if something goes wrong. So in a sense my Boyfriend is right, this new job isn’t too secure. I wanted to do this on my own though.
My Boyfriend and I worked together at the last job. I was on one side of the site manning a gate all night. He was on the other doing patrols. We were lucky enough to have roughly the same shift where we worked the front half of the week. My week just started on Sunday while his started on Monday. I can honestly say it did make the job bearable because he would check up on me and bring me food. The problem with that is the favoritism that showed and it affected his own job which is bad. Not to mention that I was stuck in a box checking to see if the construction workers had the required ID to be allowed on the job site. It was 12 hours of that ridiculousness. The entire time I was there maybe one or two construction workers forgot their badge inside the site because they left for lunch which required me to sign them onto a sheet of paper along with someone who could vouch for them. Which is something they got mad at me for, not sure why, but they did.
My new job has me doing patrols, going from one business under our contracts to another making sure no one tries to break in. My hours are still graveyard hours when the businesses themselves are closed. Tis a necessary precaution since the places are dispensaries. It also means I get paid more and I am allowed to carry a gun for my job making it a technical promotion from unarmed security to armed security. Which might also be why my Boyfriend is so against it. At least as a security guard I’m not actually looking for trouble, like the cops are paid to do. I’m just supposed to prevent it if possible. If not, that’s what cops are for. I just hope I don’t lose everything trying to do something new.
Random Ideas of a Chaotic Mind 