I realize this is brief, but I am still awaiting the return from Waco of my muse, so, as I wait, I thought I would ‘tease’ this bit a mite.
(Ever try to ‘tease’ a mite?)
Almost an effort in futility
OK, first ‘shift’ at Hotel Indigo (2200hrs to 0600hrs)
I arrived twenty minutes early (As The US Navy taught me—“If you’re on-time, you’re late.”)
I was in a foul mood, having recently given up a Great Gig at the LAST Job I had—actually I had managed to get myself fired, but more on that later.
So, not really understanding the ‘Gig,’ I just parked my ass on a bar stool in the lobby and waited to see what may transpire. I did not have to wait long.
Some drunken refugees from Beale Street came staggering in…
“Lance, Cowboy, Time to do some of that ‘Security Shit’ you were hired for”
At least I am working on it.
To be continued…
A page out of my notebook from my 18 Months As A Security Guard for Hotel Indigo, Downtown Memphis (Phelps Security)
(Don’t worry; I am going somewhere with this)
“Indigo Girls”–Co-Workers: (In order of their appearance)