stewd

I was called a "narc" today at work. It was soooo funny too. I was talking to a supervisor about one of the officers in his squad (yay, work jargon). I was saying how he was leaning up against a slot machine with his arms crossed and his foot on the chair just watching some patrons play another machine. I told the supervisor that it didn't look very professional and its guys like him that have been getting the rest of us screwed. Well, while I was saying all this to the supervisor, the other guy came around the corner. The supervisor said something to hime about it. NOt very seriously, just busting his chops and the officer looks at me like "what the fuck?" so I join in a bust his chops about being a "chronic lounger". Get this, now keep in mind this guy is at least 34-35, he says to me, "Well at least I'm not a NARC!" and storms off. I could do nothing but bust out in belly wrenching laughter. The supervisor couldn't help but laugh out loud either. It was like he was gonna go off and cry in a corner or something. God, I love the kind of people I work with. It makes me wonder "what would happen if something serious actually went down in this casino?" All (with the except of myself and a few others) of the security officers are either 18-19 or 45-87. Yes, we actually have an 87 year old security officer. These are the people that are guarding millions of dollars and, Christ, people's safety. Honestly, if a man with a gun walked in the place and decided to open fire, everyone in his path would be fucked. Even worse, if someone walked in the place with a bomb strapped to himself, he could kill damn near everyone in that fucking place. The casino doesn't care about the people in tha casino, just the money they give them. I swear you would never get away with stealing more than a dime from that place. Hell, you could walk in ther shoot everybody and blow the fucking place up and make it out the door with no problem. I can't wait to get the fuck out of there.