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I think I'm on the Weirdo Watch list at one of the hospitals I train
in. I keep having unfortunate incidents with their security department,
so now I think they're keeping an eye on me.
Today's incident was pretty minor, really. I took my camera to work
with the idea that I'd wander around looking for shots on my break.
There's a park right across the street with a jungle gym for the kids,
baseball diamonds for the athletic types, and shaded benches for the
seniors. Lots of good shooting material there. And then the hospital
itself has some interesting architectural lines on the new wing, lots
of glass, and a nice juxtaposition of the older wing. More good material.
Wander around during the class breaks and at lunch, shoot some pictures
that'll probably turn out bad anyway. No harm, no foul, right? Uh, wrong.
This hospital -- the entire chain, actually -- is having a little brouhaha
with one or more labor unions. And it's a sectarian organization that's
been buying up formerly public hospitals, which is causing concern in
the community that the new owners are cramming their ethics down the
patients' throats. Bottom line, they're getting a lot of bad publicity
lately. Consequently, they're a little twitchy about anything out of
the ordinary -- like union reps or reporters lurking around ... or weird
guys with cameras.
I cranked off a few shots in the park, then did a few of the face of
the building, and finished up with a highly suspicious close-up of some
fire hydrants. I'm still learning how to use the camera and trying to
remember everything I've forgotten about aperture vs shutter speed Vs
everything else, so I wasn't exactly speedy about getting my shots.
There was much standing around and fumbling and staring at what I was
shooting. Someone inside must have seen all this and gotten nervous,
because a security guard soon appeared.
"What are you doing?"
"Uh, taking pictures."
"Why?"
I felt guilty and on the defensive for about half a second and stammered
something about making "pretty pictures," then reverted to
my typical argumentative nature when he told me "You can't do that."
That pissed me off, and I went off on a brief rant about "Bullshit
I can't take pictures. I'm standing on public property and I can damn
well take pictures of anything I can see from here and there's not a
damned thing you can do about it. You can ASK me not to take pictures
of the hospital, but you sure as hell can't stop me." Chuck making
the guard his new best friend, in other words.
And then, when I finished ripping him a new one and he wanted to kill
me, than I had to ask him to let me back in the gate because I'm a contract
employee and so don't have keys or a security badge. (Observation: it's
impossible to hold the high moral ground when you have to ask a favor
immediately upon gaining it.)
This led to me being escorted into the building and to the security
office, where I had to explain to the "Chief" what my job
was, why I didn't have a badge, what I'd been taking pictures of, and
why I'd exited a locked security gate in the first place. And of course
the room was full of guards, two of whom recognized me from previous
encounters.
The last incident happened a month or two ago. I was finished for the
day and heading for the parking lot. I usually hit the can on the way
out, but as I approached the final bathroom I saw that it was being
cleaned. I had to decide whether to turn back to the last bathroom,
half a mile behind me, or tie a knot in it for the ride home. I was
in a hurry. I opted for the knot.
But then I saw an opening. The cleaning lady stepped out of the bathroom
briefly, propping the door open with a trash can. I made my move. I
sidestepped her, moving like a cat, and ducked into the bathroom before
she could say or do anything to stop me. Yessss!
I went straight to a stall, unzipped, made tinkly sounds for a looong
time. Then, observing proper personal hygiene, I stopped to wash my
hands. Then I made faces in the mirror, slicked back my nonexistent
hair, blew my nose, and generally wasted time. I was in there for a
fair bit of time. Definitely longer than normal. I don't know why, I
just was. It was innocent, but it sure made it look bad when...
Coming out of the bathroom I was confronted by the cleaning lady, two
cleaning men, and a security guard. Trying to move like a cat, I tried
to sidestep them but one of them moved to block me. I was cornered.
I had no idea why.
"What were you doing in there, sir?" asked the guard, looking
suspicious.
"What do you think?" I retorted cleverly.
"I don't know," he replied. "Most guys use the Men's
room."
Oh, man. So that's why there weren't any urinals in there!
What do you do in a situation like that? What do you say? Answer: it
doesn't matter. You're going to look like a perv no matter how innocent
you act or how good your reason is. Most guys use the Men's room. Only
weirdos use the Ladies'.
And then there was my first incident with Security, a violation of
the smoking policy that probably put them on my scent in the first place.
The hospital has a strict no-smoking policy, but hasn't bothered to
provide a smoking area anywhere on the grounds. You have to go
"off campus" to do it, even if off campus means standing on
the other side of an invisible line.
So I'm standing out front one day, smoking, when the dorkiest looking
guard you've ever seen came up and told me to put my cigarette out.
Told me. I'll do just about anything if you ask me, but if you
tell me to do something it's just about guaranteed it ain't getting
done. I did what any red-blooded pain-in-the-ass Amurrican would do.
I said no.
That led to some verbal jousting about hospital policy and no-smoking
areas and what might happen if I didn't put the cigarette out. Meanwhile,
I kept smoking. He finally backed down enough to allow that I could
smoke if I went off campus ... which was about three feet to my left.
I stepped two feet over, straddled the invisible line, and finished
my cigarette. And then put it out on the hospital side of the line.
The guard didn't say boo. I pass him in the hallways sometimes and he
still won't meet my eye.
I don't know what it is about that hospital. It just brings out the
jerk in me. It's my favorite site to teach at, oddly enough, and the
students love me, but Security probably has an FBI style Wanted poster
of me in their locker room. They probably track me on the cameras as
I move throughout the building. They're probably hoping I work late
one night so they can jump me in the parking lot without witnesses.
I can't understand why they've never signed up for my classes.
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