When you live in a tourist heavy state like Florida, the beach resorts are one of the places you can find always find steady work, especially among the service industry.
The servers, janitors, waiters housekeeping, jobs to work at.
To be honest Panama City beach is one of the best places you can think of to get a job that I'll keep you from being broke, but that's about it.
Just to keep you with just enough money from being broke, for me it was security.
The year was 2013. I was working one of the waffle house and I was tired of being a waiter and a doorman and to be honest I was pretty terrible at the job. Due to my work-ethic they wanted to keep me on. I'm a very persistent guy but that wasn't my skill set. The moment I left for the season the 1st thing that I thought was I needed a job that required licenses and certifications.
To be honest I'm a pretty introverted guy, and I was looking at the easiest jobs to get certified for, I really don't like talking to a lot of people during the day so when the security position opened up and I got my certifications.
My 1st security job that I ever had was at a place called the Beaches of Panama, right behind the nearby waffle house that I used to work at. There were 36 floors, it was night but I love the peace and quiet.
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I love the night life.
I love looking at the night sky there was just such a piece about it especially since I was there when the vacation season was over with
I loved the night shift; It was calm, quiet, all I had to do was walk the floors, the night skyline was beautiful. I would work security there for about three months before our contract ran out.
That Resort gig was one of the many resorts I worked security for. The main reason was because I got hired during the fall season, so the night shift was perfect for a introverted person (me).
The one thing was when the contract ran out. And the security company closed its doors as it was part of a failed Wells Fargo business venture.
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The main lesson I learned from the next company I worked for was this:
If their checks bounce, YOU bounce.
The 2nd one I worked for paid a little better($10hr), It was during the daytime job, but it paid more than the others at the time, so I did it.
However some security companies are not as good as others when it comes to pay, but as time went on, hours got cut, contracts ended, I was reduced to weekend duty, and there was few feelings as disheartening at the time as receiving a check from your boss that bounced like a basketball. I would have to damn near go to a check-cashing place because the banks would not take their checks anymore. It was like a wild goose chase when it came to getting paid.
After the third bounced check, I had to give'em my two weeks notice.
The last (and most memorable) security company I worked for was hurting for people, and when you start getting more desperate, you start taking any type of person willing to watch peoples stuff for $13 an hour. Not a lot of them had the right type of upbringing and mannerisms.
One of the most shadiest people that I had to put up with for a brief time was about a co-worker/supervisor named Russel - a Short, small-built, shady redneck who could pass as one of the Mario Brothers, and this lady named Crystal who worked at the front desk.
Russel was a guy who always looked as if he was hiding something, any question you would ask him, he would act as if it was an interrogation.
He was a nasty muthafucka too.
The type of unsanitary guy who treat roaches like roommates.
Crystal - who worked the front desk, was a squat, roly-poly mud duck who you could classify as "Prison Hot"- a term used to describe any female prison guard who were so ugly they could only get sex from incarcerated convicts. From the minute I started working there, she gave me the side-eye, never looking at me, talking down at me-blatant passive-aggressive disrespect.
Little did I know that Russel and Crystal were 2 of my 4 co-workers who were part of these Redneck Orgies the have at one of the local trailer parks.
Soon after they were found out, they were fired and I had the night shift all to myself. I was free to patrol the parking lot and watch the drunkards and hookers walk by.
At another hotel I was assigned to there was this other security officer by the name of Robert, who was a short guy with an artificial foot. I could see he was a ass-kisser from the beginning.
(insert pic here)
He acted like your typical redneck with a napoleon complex.
He thought of himself as a real badass, especially when he was assigned to be my supervisor.
The problem was that I was about 8-years his senior. I didn't mind, as long as he didn't let his position get to his head. I'm a very mild-mannered kinda guy, as long as you don't flex your authority. He never did with me though so it was cool.
Even though I found out that Russel, Crystal AND Robert participated in those same type of redneck sex o*** that I heard about.
Robert would constantly let his personal life interfere with his work saying that his wife also worked as a security guard as well, I told him a long time ago that I was not wanting to know his business at all I didn't want to know and that was it. We kept it at that but His personal would still interfere with his work life. Working with these guys was like my own personal soap opera. I would always hear about the freaky-deaky shit-uations through word-of-mouth.
Now, Robert had a wife (girlfriend, sister?) by the name of Becky.
Becky looked like miss piggy barrel body with wavy blonde hair.
I had no idea that Becky needed adult diapers.
And apparently neither did she.
And apparently neither did my 1st supervisor of the company who was also a female by the name of Alicia, another supervisor with a couple of years as an experienced correctional officer. She was prison hot as well and she was kind of skittish. Me and Alicia were cool.
But one day Becky left early and hauled ass out of the office.
This is how we BOTH found out that Becky couldn't control her bladder and Alicia found out the hard way when she sat in the monitor chair. The place had a strong urine odor afterwards. We couldn't figure out where the urine smell was coming from until Alicia stood out of the chair and realized that she had Becky's urine all over her butt.
Robert, Becky and 2 other co-workers were also the same security officers that were working with me at another spring-break-heavy hotel. The Summit it was the one that had MTV's the Grind. Due to the resort catering to the sprink break crowd, it was constantly in a mess. A person would halfway done piece of s***.
I wouldn't recommend anyone to invest in a time share unless they use it a personally.
I also found out the hard way that the same type of women who work security for $10 an hour are the same type of women you find turning into female correctional officers. Alicia was no different. I have lost count of how many times I have seen people on vacation stay in rooms that were half-finished. There were people in nice beds sleeping right next to saw horses, workbenches, power drills and tools, and anything else you might find at home depot.
The Origin was one of the places I hated.
The origin was the one place I never wanted to work.
The place was run by two hotheads from New York that had a nasty habit of disrupting my own familiar patterns. They were always tow-away-ticket hungry. As long as I was working the night-shift, I could take relief in the fact that I wouldn't encounter them in my daily work routine.
A nice, elderly lady named Mary, A dude named Mike- a Scottish co-worker who preferred working during the day, another woman, Charlotte; was a crazy-as-catshit woman who was bi-polar as fuck. But as long as THEY worked days and I worked nights, they were no problem.
Then it all went downhill from there.
Shit like this seems to happen right before I start to make my move outta the industry.
Silly Billy, (that's what I'm callin' him for now) the hotel manager, decided to fire Mike the Scotsman in front of everybody while I was sleeping at home.
I did not need this shit in my life!
I had to come in that day and finish his shift out for him while he went to work at some other resort down the street.
Firing him from the gig ended up meaning double duty for the rest of us, and having to deal with the odd hours, and the other hotel workers especially this one dude named Nate-a small-built, 60-something, year-old man who was quick to rat on other employers.
GODDAMN IT! I thought; "This mutha-fuka just decided to fire him off!"
Damn I'm tired of writing this.
This is just a few of my scenarios I found myself in while working security. I'm positive I got more if my mind hadn't erased them from my memory.
THE BEGINNING
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