Tales of a Security Guard
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EnglishVoice Age
Senior (55+)Accents
North American (General)Transcript
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introduction. I've been a security guard in my company for over two years now, but the work my company does is not your typical run of the mill. To put it simply, my company accepts jobs, which no other security company will. That includes high risk assignments, which often result in deaths of the staff members or abandoning their posts. Let me take it from the top initial rules. Yeah, when I started working here, they had a very long meeting with me to explain all the potential dangers I would be facing. They also made me sign a nondisclosure agreement, and a bunch of other papers would stated that if something were to happen to me, the company would not be held responsible. They explain that the job is risky but also paid well. I had been jobless for a while and jumped at the opportunity regardless of the risk. Unlike most other companies, though, they made me read the entire nondisclosure agreement allowed and made sure I was aware of all the rules. Some of the things I read there made me think initially that this was all a joke. But then I saw that my superior was dead serious. My job would basically be to provide support to the guards at other posts via calms and patrol. The perimeter I was stationed at now. Our headquarters was located in an office building compound which had multiple companies renting the adjacent buildings. I would mostly work nights with the occasional mornings. The rules were as follows I was to do a full sweep of the compound and all offices save for building for the call center office. I was not to approach the building for under any circumstances. No matter what I heard from the outside, Even if I saw someone inside from the windows, I was not to engage. When I asked for more details, they refused to answer me, stating that I should simply obey my orders if I valued my life. Now people have a normal 9 to 5 job in that building, and nothing seems to be wrong during the day. When I do ask the employees about it during my morning shift, though, they all seem to either no nothing or abruptly find an excuse to end the conversation for Building six, the designer building. The rules were even stranger. Here's what the chief told me in building six, you may sometimes run into someone a woman, to be precise. She's going to try to start a conversation with you. It is imperative that you ignore her presence at all costs. She would try to talk to you, talk to you, but she will never get in your way. An extremely important rule to remember. And I cannot stress this enough is that if you see her in the building, don't run or exit the building before finishing your sweet. Trust me, she'll know. Do the sweep as you normally would check every room and then quietly exit, ignoring her all the way she would become increasingly agitated and violent. Might even try to startle you. Tell you there's something behind you in a very convincing manner. Just ignore her. If you don't. Well, you don't want to know what happened to the last guard. I've since encountered the woman once, and it was a grueling and agonizing experience. I would rather not talk about the gate. Another rule I had to remember was not opening the gate between the hours of 2200 and 0 700. The chief said that under no circumstances am I to open the gate. Even if the next guard comes five minutes earlier to relieve me of duty, the gate was to remain close. That brings me to the exercise I had once. It was about six months after I started working and the sun was almost already up. Heard knocking on the gate. And when I went out, I saw through the gate the silhouette of my coworker. Hey, mind opening the gate, he asked as I approached to put my keys into the ki ho. My phone started ringing. I answered it without even looking at the caller. But when I heard the voice, my blood froze. It was my co worker. Hey, I'm gonna be late 30 minutes today. Sorry, man. I hung up and just then realized it was 6:50 a.m. I stared at the silhouette on the other side of the gate who suddenly started banging on the door demanding to be let in, stating he had lost his cell phone and he was the real co worker. I retreated to the guardhouse and waited for what seemed like forever until the banking stop. In reality, it only lasted until 7 a.m. Those were all the rules I had to follow on my own post, and most of the time it was uneventful. However, I've heard stories from other coworkers.