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July 30, 2008

Tuesday

At my work there are many rooms, 28 in fact. Some big, some small and some which are only used in the most difficult situations. Often a lot of the rooms are being used at the same time.
Today it was my job to be keeper of the unit and wander up and down the corridors peering into all the rooms every 15 minutes ensuring that all inside were safe and behaving themselves. Doing this particular job means that you are aware of all the different events occuring in the rooms but not involved. It can sometimes feel a bit lonely but can also make you feel free to float and observe.
Jim, currently a troubled soul who spends most of his time abusing people and then apologising was sitting in the garden having a cigarette shouting to the pigeons that they should mind their own business. Into the bedrooms, Nick was wandering around having a conversation with his invisible guests who visit from time to time.
In the pool room, a game had just started and I watched the first two balls get potted.
Meanwhile in the office, Larry had one foot in the door obstructing its closure and one arm trying to get the phone to make a call. After some convincing he removed his foot and arm and settled for a later time. The buzzer has just gone and I must go and answer it. I can see a man on the camera and i am hoping it is the man with the chocolate and teabag stock as we have run out of Jaffa cakes.

Posted by Russell at July 30, 2008 06:00 PM

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