One of the many hilarious encounters with angry employees. Years ago while working the console position with my team, we noticed a loud mouthed associate screaming at us as he approached from the other side of the turnstiles. We were having an impromptu meeting and he was upset thinking we needed to rush over and screen his items immediately.

”Y’all mothafuckas always on yo ass not doin shit. Check my shit right quick I’m on my lunch break feel me?”

Before I could even leave my chair I hear a PING and see the entire wall of turnstiles shake.

He was walking so fast he didn’t scan before walking through. He held his head and bent over ”Gahh damn bruh that hurt like a motherfucker dog. Yall need to fix yo shit. Prolly think that’s funny as fuck huh?”

He was higher than a kite and fired shortly after.

Saw a post about this in another thread, and it brought back this wonderful memory for me, and decided y'all might get a kick out of it. And what was your worst noise complaint that you have had to deal with.

Worked security at a Section 8 apartment complex that I’ve mentioned before, and we usually ended up being called for all noise complaints. 99% of the time it was loud music/party whatever, ask them to turn it down, no problem, nothing came of it. Except this one guy...

 Ok, let’s set the stage a bit. 6 eight story apartment buildings, 24-36 apartments in each of the two "wings" of the buildings. Cinderblock construction, steel doors and frames (that the police gave up trying to bust down because after 15 minutes of kicking one, it hadn't moved an inch. Fire Dept. opened it with the jaws of life, lol. Good day.)

We get a noise complaint about 11:30 at night or so. Before we even get into the building we can hear the music. Get into the elevator to go to the top floor. By the 3^(rd) floor up the elevator walls were vibrating. When we got out on the eighth floor it was so loud, we had to yell at the residents to be heard. Neighbors are PISSED! Like, this guy is gonna get murdered pissed. Banging like hell on this clown’s door, zero response.

 Call the PD, we literally held up the phone to the door to give dispatch an idea of how loud this was. The PD shows up and are pounding on the door. No response. Get maintenance to open the apartment door, because at this point, we are legitimately concerned this guy was dead or unconscious.

Nope, he was fine, and said he always played his TV/music/whatever at maximum volume because, according to him, his apartment was "soundproofed!?!? and he needed it that high to be able to sleep" WTH! And the leasing office said it was OK. Neighbors are all screaming at him, PD is getting more and more pissed, and his music is still blasting.  Oh, and he had just moved in the day before. <facepalm> Wonder why he got booted out of his old place?

PD tells him "turn it off, not down, off, or you get a $600 dollar noise complaint and have to show up in court." Guy finally stopped arguing and turned it off. PD leaves, neighbors finally decided to disperse, think it is all over. Nope!

15 minutes after the PD leaves, guess who turned his music back on? Surprise, it's douchebag! Call the PD again, go back over, and half the damn top floor is outside his door hammering at it and screaming their heads off. Call maintenance for the key again before the PD even shows up, he goes through the entire song and dance again, he got the ok from the leasing office, his apartment is soundproofed, etc. PD ends up arresting him on a public nuisance or whatever they can cook up because it was sure looking like a lynch mob was forming.

The very next night, you will never guess who was blaring his music again. This time I had talked to the leasing office, and no, they had not given him permission, and no, they had never told him his apartment was soundproofed, and no, if he played it as loud as everyone was complaining said he was, he was in violation of his lease, and they would boot his ass before he got shanked in the stairwell.

 PD gets called again, gave him another $600 ticket, and told him he is going back to jail AGAIN if they have to come back. Guy swears all up and down he’ll be good, honest. PD leaves, we wait out by the elevators. Literally 10 minutes later, the music starts blasting. And the neighbors are all coming out. Said screw it, went into the maintenance room and tripped the circuit breaker for his apartment, shutting off his power. Blessed silence.

Let maintenance know why, don’t turn it back on until the next morning. We had to do that for an entire week, the leasing agent and I also had a talk with him in the office because he came in to complain that his power kept going out, lol. Well, that was because his stereo was just drawing to much power and kept tripping the breaker!! Too bad, so sad, sucks to be you. One more complaint and he was out, they would boot him for violating his lease. If the other residents didn’t catch him and beat his ass like a half-time drum first that is.

I once worked as a security guard at a small amusement park. It was in a part of town that has a bit of a reputation but being on morning shift I rarely had too many issues. Usually the worst I had to deal with was someone smoking in the no smoking area or groups filming without permission. Which was funny since during my interview the managers were talking about this place like it was Fallujah at the peak of Operation Phantom Fury. Maybe the night shift had it a bit rougher.

Anyway, I’d finally gotten fed up with the place and made the leap to an ambulance company. I was on my last day, making my morning rounds when I notice some guy sitting at a patio table with his cell phone. He looked a little scruffy, no shopping cart but he had the appearance of someone who’d slept outside and lost a few fights in the prior 24 hours. Now, I have no problem with homeless because 9/10 when I’m nice to them they’re nice back. Even the crazy ones were usually cooperative. So I walked by, said good morning, and he instantly flipped me off. I ask him if everything was okay. He tells me to go away. So I did, because, freedom of speech right? It’s a walk through park but none of the shops were open yet.

Well, forty minutes later the security manager calls me and says somebody had reported a homeless person snoozing outside their store. Location is the same so I walk back and sure enough, guy from before is curled up under the table. I go and ask him, “Hey, are you alright?”

My friends, he starts cussing the fuck out of me. Now, I had handcuffs but they never bothered training me on restraint techniques. So I call for backup. Manager is the only other guard on site but he’s former PD and most people would know not to fuck with him if they saw him.

Thirty seconds pass. Guys still screaming his head off when manager comes around the corner with a cup of coffee and a pastry and starts snapping at him to get lost. Guy starts cussing the fuck out of the manager. Food gets put down and he throws aside this dude’s table, looms over him and bluntly asks if he wants to leave or go to jail.

“Jail,” is the answer. So manager goes hands on, cuffs him, homeless guy is screaming fuck you while the manager is in his ear yelling, “Stop resisting!” The scuffle is soon resolved with manager victorious and we walk him back to our office, sit him down, and I start patching him up. He’s mostly calmed down at this point so we start trying to get a bit more information out of him while we wait for PD. He finally gives us a first name: “Freddy.”

“What’s your last name Freddy?”

“Freddy KRUEGER mother fuckers!!!!!!”

Okay so if you saw my last post (and really we need a tales from surveillance sub) I work casino surveillance. Mostly it's routine work like confirming that yes they did get their credit voucher and cash it out themselves, or that someone did in fact steal the money of their machine, the occasional issue of someone having a medical emergency, or not understanding a back alley under heavy camera coverage isn't a bathroom. Lately I swear people are even dumber than usual.

So as I was doing the usual nightly routine of watching the bulk of our security do table drop (basically pull the cash box from table games and put in an empty one before putting the full boxes in a secure room for the count team to open and total out) the radio buzzes with a phrase that draws everyone's attention "I need the Key on duty in the pit right away" which is our radio speak for "there's a problem, but I don't want them to know that".

I start scanning around with the PTZ trying to find said problem, when I don't see anything I phone down to the pit and am informed they want to have a guy removed because he's showing all the marks of being three sheets to the wind (by law we cannot allow someone heavily intoxicated to gamble, which yes seems counter intuitive when your giving players free drinks, cocktails is supposed to space out service to prevent this though) and the guy had become belligerent when asked to leave but was currently sitting at the bar.

So point a camera at the guy see the Key on Duty (basically the shift manager for all departments and the closest to god you will find when a director or casino manager isn't in the building) talking to the guy and watch him leave. Nothing unusual, start typing up a brief report and pulling footage in case he tries to sue us for something (not joking we had a woman try to sue us a few years back because we banned her for a year after she stripped in a restaurant, ran through the casino, and then shit in a bucket before passing out on the floor of our basement. she claimed we banned her because she was black) when I glance up at the monitors to see him walk BACK into the casino from the same door he left. As we are trying to get the Key to come back we see him get in a shouting match and shove another patron. Cue call to PD who thanks to budget cuts get's their dispatch from the sheriffs office on weekends which apparently hires dispatchers based on their stupidity and sloth like work pace (we timed it one day with PD in our office, we called dispatch and it took them 20 minutes to notify the only officer on duty in out small town).

By the time PD arrives the guy has been kicked out again and come back- this time through the other door to out blackjack pit and for reasons nobody understands and which she's going to need to invent a very strong amount of BS to avoid getting written up for our cocktail server gave him a vodka soda despite the fact he literally staggered up to her bar. The one officer on duty arrived accompanied by two gaming agents who tagged along because they had nothing else to do and managed to convince him to leave or get arrested. While speaking with our Key the her another radio call- same guy has now gone down the block and in the front doors of another casino we own despite being told he was 86'd from all three properties. Cue another chat with the Key, PD, and Department of gaming who have now issued him a ticket for public intoxication and had him leave, again.

Great problem resolved, I can go slip in a quick break before my coworker clocks out and leaves me solo for 2 hours. About the time I settle down with my book and take a puff I hear the dreaded call: "Key on duty the guys in the poker room." I don't want to go back, it's been a long night of mostly routine stupidity, but long enough I missed my last break and am starting to remind myself I wouldn't look good in orange, so jump to a clear channel the rest of the staff won't here.

"Hey, Coworker, I'm on Channel 4, you got this or should I come back?"

"We're good they already chased him out but he's yelling at them" And sure enough here they come up the street- three annoyed officers and a very loud drunk screaming he knows his rights. So much for reading a quick chapter, guess I'm getting watching the show across the street for my smoke break. And then it happens, the guy starts calming down, he's being rational while talking to the officers to quietly for me to hear until there is a sudden "What the FUCK?" from the cop, and the guy starts walking across the street only to be distracted by a random bystander going the other direction who he decided to take a swing at and got a solid punch in the face for his efforts.

Props to said bystander if someone threw a random haymaker at my head on a cross walk at night I don't think my default response would be a straight to his nose that knocked him on his backside. The officers broke out of their stupor and quickly rolled him over and cuffed him having apparently lost the last bit of tolerance they could exercise and separated the guy from our baffled bystander and had a quick chat with him before loading the drunk into a cruiser for a trip to booking.

At was in going back through the coverage to save and make a copy for the guys likely trial that I found out why all three officers froze up. And I can't say I blame them because in terms of ways to short out a cops brain I think casually whipping out your dick and pissing on his leg while talking to them has to be pretty high up there.

However thanks to most police bookings in my counting being publicly available within 24 hours I can say the guy definitely had a freshly broken nose, and his charges included disturbing the peace, disorderly conduct, public intoxication, public intoxication, and assaulting an officer (I'll admit that last might be a stretch but not sure public urination covers peeing ON a cop at 3am) however he was still waiting for his bail hearing when a deputy was nice enough to serve him the permanent trespass papers we rushed to draw up. Still, WTH? did we get a recent flood of idiots and someone forgot to notify me?

More security adjacent or security entwined so sorry to modsif this is out of place, but there isn't really a sub for my position.

For background- after bouncing around between security companies I got an in house position as casino security, and after a year transfered to surveillance. After 2 years being a glorified company stalker I have become more or less unfazed by the stupidity of our customers and the local drug addicts and seeing more human anatomy than anyone outside a medical profession should. Be it people that don't know the difference between the bathroom they walked past to leave and our back alley, the two drunks that decided our bar was the new spot to have sex, or the addict that decided to strip naked in our restroom before streaking through the casino to take a dump in a mop bucket and pass out. Tonights shift though brought a new one, not just for me, but also the local PD and DoG (Department of Gaming) agents. Some of this was pieces together from talking to other involved parties as I copied video coverage for the likely court case, so that said onto the story:

About an hour before my shift ended the phone rang and Caller ID flagged it as one of the casino managers. I don't like this manager as she has a tendency of turning mole hills into mountain ranges. Calls from her are usually tedious BS like her complaining that someone we 86'd was outside- across the street going into another casino.

Fortunately it was a pretty straightforward issue of someone cashing out $500 from another players machine and pocketing it. Simple direct, pull coverage, identify suspect, track them and pass the info to DoG when they arrive as the manager already called them. Except as I'm pulling up cameras and grabbing coverage I see one of the new police officers come running in, grab one of our security and drag him outside on live video. At which point I get another call from the same manager.

I wish I was making this up. This police officer, still in the uniform shirt that says she's in her 90 day probationary period, had snagged our security guard to help her keep people away from a statue in an alcove between our casino and the neighboring casino. Why? Because as the manager phrases it "there's some guy attempting to fuck the statue outside".

Pretty sure my brain made an audible record scratch noise when she said that. So, switch workstations because our outdated software doesn't allow you to pull up and save multiple sets of video at once and- yep, there is indeed a man in front of the property on the towns main street, pants around his knees demonstrating his carnal appreciation of statuary. So now I'm wondering why exactly PD didn't just arrest him, and because it is to some degree on our property I have to go back and see how long he's been doing this.

Folks, this man came out of the neighboring casino with his junk already out, started walking down the sidewalk WHILE JERKING IT, stopped at the statue and then dropped his pants down and went to pound town. Which is about the time PD drove by on patrol and promptly pulled over, tried to stop him and got punched for her efforts. So she went looking for help until she could get back up as she was told the only other on duty LEO was on another call (do to being a relatively small town after 9 everything goes through the sheriff department dispatch which I maintain list brain damage as a requirement for the position). Our security is not allowed to go hands on unless the other person swings first so he can do effectively nothing.

So DoG arrives expecting a standard cash theft call, only to find a man redefining art appreciation while our security and a rookie cop with the beginnings of a bruised jaw try and redirect what little foot traffic we have at 3am away from him. Rather than risk getting punched himself, and after telling the rookie cop she's an idiot DoG tells her to tase the guy and cuff him.

Which is when they made their way to my corner of hell where I'm trying to process WTH I just witnessed.

So yeah we now have a report in our daily log, that will be passed through my department director to all upper management including our CEO and COO with the line "PD entered surveillance and requested any available coverage relating to the arrest of an individual attempting carnal relations with a statue" I'm dreading the fact that in a few months I'm likely going to have to drag myself out of bed about the time I usually get home from work to show up and testify in court to witnessing a man sexually violate a statue.

And if your curious- no it's not a statue of a woman. It's a short ugly ass statue of a man with the artistic quality you'd expect if your asked a 3rd grader to draw a dwarf from Lord of the Rings. The casino next to us uses the board it's holding to display their restaurant's daily specials. He also was apparently kicked out by them after he decided it was okay to masturbate at their blackjack tables.

This guy had been trespassed from the store two days before this. The police know who he is. Dispatch knows his name.

The cashier saw him come in the store. She tells him to leave, he ignores her. He picks up two energy drinks. He tries to pay in the deli, but they refuse to serve him due to the trespass. Cashier is telling the guy to leave. The guy calls the police, telling dispatch that a woman at the store is harassing him. He proceeds to leave the store without paying, while on the phone with the police. A few minutes later, the police let us know he was arrested.

Figured you all would get a good laugh out of this story.

This guy had been trespassed from the store two days before this. The police know who he is. Dispatch knows his name.

The cashier saw him come in the store. She tells him to leave, he ignores her. He picks up two energy drinks. He tries to pay in the deli, but they refuse to serve him due to the trespass. Cashier is telling the guy to leave. The guy calls the police, telling dispatch that a woman at the store is harassing him. He proceeds to leave the store without paying, while on the phone with the police. A few minutes later, the police let us know he was arrested.

Figured you all would get a good laugh out of this story.

Is there anyone here who would happen to work inside of CBX (cross border express)?? Security, or honestly anything would help. Please let me know immediately if you can help

Hello everyone,
I'm thinking about working in this industry and I'd really appreciate any tips, info, warnings and such.
(I won't mind working as a regular guard somewhere at first, but I really don't want to get stuck at that level for more than a year or two.)

I'm a 24yo male in Czech republic (Central Europe), physically average enough, did a few years of self-defence and karate as a teenager. I tend to be thorough and careful, but not very assertive or dominant.

This isn’t something I see talked about much, however I am curious how people become security guards for people such as Elon Musk, Mark Zuckerberg, etc. Obviously I know having a background in military, secret service, and other organizations/groups would qualify you for such a jobs but the main question is what path do you have to go on to even get such an opportunity??

I worked for my company in Seattle for about two years prior to this story. The bosses thought I was a high-speed, but that I otherwise did a decent enough job. So one day they gave me an opportunity to do something different than the typical apartment complexes and Walgreens contracts that I usually did for them.

My supervisor had me meet him in a parking lot next to a park somewhere in Bellevue. There, he had me sign an NDA (which expired) before he gave me any details about what the job actually entailed. He then asked me if I knew anything about football. I told him no, and he said “Good! Then you won’t tell anyone about this.” Turns out the job they had for me was to be part of the security detail at Russell Wilson’s house in Bellevue, back when he was still quarterback for the Seahawks.

It was without a doubt the nicest home I had ever seen. His gate had a big “W” on the top of it like Willy-fucking-Wonka, and he had more luxury cars parked outside than I could ever dream of owning. It had its own basketball court in the yard and a beach with a dock and a yacht. Besides the three of us regular security officers from the company, he had two executive protection guys, one really scary guy from South Africa and one guy who was much more pleasant. These folks definitely touched more money than I ever will in my life.

We never called him Russell, or Mr. Wilson. He was to always be referred to as “the Principal”. As a matter of fact, I never got to actually see him at all. I saw the back of him when he was playing catch with his son one day, but that’s it. The other people, his family and his never-ending entourage of guests, were about as snobby as you’d expect rich people to be. One of my duties was to perform COVID tests for everyone coming to the estate and they were always whinging about it. Once, I walked in the front door to collect some samples from some of the guests who had walked in, and Russell’s wife Sierra practically screamed at me to get out. The only person who was polite to me was Russell’s mother, who was a very nice lady.

We spent the shift between patrols in an RV disguised to look like part of a bush watching cameras. One of the other things we did… was walk and clean up after Russell’s two Great Danes, Prince and Naomi. The park was nearby and we were expected to walk them both twice a day for at least 30 minutes. In the group chat the other two security officers, one who was also prior military and an ex-FBI guy, were complaining about it. “I get paid to protect people, not clean up dog shit,” they said. I said, “Hell, I’ll walk a dog for $25 dollars an hour! I’ve gooned for a whole lot less.”

Now that I look back on it years later, $25 an hour was severely underpaying us. But still, it was an experience to just be in the proximity of big money like that.

So I used to work a large residential security post and one day I see a guy walking up to the gate house in a wife beater and camo pants with a cardboard sign that said "army veteran going home" (of course the camo pants and fact that we were hundreds of miles from a base scream stolen valor but I never served so idk how to really check him). When the guy approached me he told me he needed to get to a road behind the community to the north. I told him I could not let him through and it was in fact shorter to walk a different way which he refused to believe. I told him I could see if my supervisor would be nice enough to give him a ride but of course via radio and phones supervisor mcsleepy was unresponsive again.

I tell the guy I did all I can do and he's gotta leave until my dispatcher (the laziest gomer pyle look-a-like former marine I have ever seen) walks up and goes to the guy "you served?" To which the guy replies no more than "yes" and my dispatcher goes "ok go on through" and opens the gate. Now I knew exactly what was going to happen and in no more than 5 minutes we got a call from a resident reporting a homeless man walking down the main road to which my dispatcher responded "yes ma'am we made an exception for him this time".

The resident of course went nuclear and went to the head of the board and my next day I had a nice talk with the site supervisor because I wasn't taking a dive for that. Needless to say but he was fired for that along with another large string of fuck ups including bringing a full blown TV and PlayStation to work on day shift and other hilariously stupid mistakes which I will save for another time.

So I do a patrol stop at this one apartment building that typically has homeless dudes hanging out in the vestibule since they don’t lock it. I usually expect there to be someone in there every night, almost without fail. Sure enough, there’s around three guys laying on the floor.

I give them the usual spiel about private property, trespassing and so on and tell them to leave. They comply, except just one. He says very politely “I’m not leaving.” I tell him that if he doesn’t leave then I will have to call the police. He then says, “Okay, that’s fine,” and goes to sit back down. So I do. After the call we end up just hanging around and sitting in silence for about 15 minutes.

I can’t stand the concentrated stench of fentanyl in that tiny glass room and decided to step outside for a cigarette. Naturally, he comes out and asks for one too. I give him his square and we stand out there for another 5 minutes in silence. He then proceeds to tell me, “You seem nice,” which I know is his way of saying “You seem nice, but sincerely, fuck you.” He then goes on to say “Man, the Twin Cities have changed.” I ask him how he means and he just responds with something nonsensical. Not but a minute later he asks me “Do you got any meth?” I tell him fuck no. The next thing he does is start swatting at the air. I ask him what he’s striking at and he says “Bats!”

Not long after a guy in a hoodie and a ski mask walks up and asks me for a cigarette. I give him one and he starts smoking it through the mouth hole in the mask and never takes it off the whole time. So now it’s just the three of us, a security guard, a dude in a shiesty, and another guy doing literal kung-fu moves against invisible bats. The guy in the mask asks me what we’re up to. I tell him, “Oh, he’s fighting bats and I’m just waiting for the police to show up and arrest him.” The guy says “Whaaaat? Oh no, I’m not getting involved in this.” and walks away. After he leaves, we decide it’s too cold and go back inside.

The police finally show up after half an hour and begin questioning the bat fighter. They ask him for ID and he said, “Why do you need my ID? I’m not breaking the law.” They point to a big yellow sign in the middle of the room that says “NO TRESPASSING” and ask him to read it. He says, “Well, I didn’t see that.” They cuff him and take him to the station.

It’s a funny story but I can’t help but feel bad for the guy. He was literally fighting his demons.

This happened a few years ago when I was working hotel security at a resort in Southwest Florida.

I get called for a drunk guy in the valet area. Apparently he's yelling and screaming at harassing the valets. So I get down to the valet area, and one of the valets points the guy out to me and I go over and say "Sir, come here, let's talk." The guy takes one look at me and says, "Oh shit" and runs off. Now I'm a bigger guy, So I don't chase after people, fortunately drunk people are easy to track, they leave a trail.

I'm following his trail of destruction, overturns trash cans, bushes he pushed aside as he was running away, guests telling me "he went that way", and finally the houseman (former Haitian National Police) calling me over the radio saying he had the drunk guy cornered on the second floor of one of the buildings. And sure enough, when I get there, the houseman has the guy cornered. So we both take the guy by the shirt and we're going to my office. I see he has a resort wristband so we're going to figure out who he belongs to.

We take the elevator to the ground floor, and this guy uses all his drunk strength to wriggle free, and runs off into the darkness of the beach. At this point I've had enough. I saw the front desk manager and have her call the police, she wants to argue with me over why the police need to be called over one drunk guy, meanwhile the houseman went one way to find the drunk guy and I went another. So as I'm headed to the beach the manager finally agrees to call the police.

I get out to the beach and I quickly find the house with wrestling with the drunk guy. At this time the maintenance guy (retired police officer) joins in on the fun, so were all wrestling this guy trying not to hurt him. The manager is on the phone dispatch the dispatcher is trying to get basic information, The manager is relaying all the questions dispatch has one of which was "is he white, black, hispanic, or asian?" Im getting frustrated with the whole situation so I just yell into the radio "he's drunk!" (Not my finest moment).

So the dispatcher, through the manager, says "That's not an answer" So I answer that he is white, and I also mention that we are trying to detain him. Turns out dispatch would prefer that we did not do that, so she tells us to let him go which we do immediately. The drunk runs off. We follow him, maintenance gets ahead of us and then starts laughing at the guy as he's trying to climb the fence into the pool area, and keeps falling down.

It was at this moment that me the sheriff's department deputies round the corner. So they see the maintenance guy laughing his ass off and they think he's the guy we're talking about so they tell him to get on the ground, I point out that the person they're after is the guy that's trying to go over the fence. The drunk guy sees the sheriff's deputies and immediately goes into the grassy bushy area between the resort and the beach and wraps himself around a particularly big bush.

Previous struggle the houseman had not the wristband off the drunk guy, So I told the sheriff's deputies that while they were dealing with this guy I was going to go run the wristband and see who he belonged to and try to bring them out to talk to him. They agreed and fast forward through the whole 15 minutes it took to get the the guy's name and the room number and all that other happy horseshit, I find that the guy is here with a wedding party and he's staying in a room with his cousin.

So I bring the guys cousin out to him, and by then a couple of more sheriff's deputies had arrived as well as an ambulance. The cousin us talking to him for a few minutes, before the deputies get irritated and have other things to do, So the deputies drag the guy out. And that guy held on to the bush REALLY tight, The deputies almost dragged to the bush out with the guy, but they eventually got the guy loose and put him on the stretcher, the EMTs strapped him down.

So now the guy is screaming (to nobody in particular) "they're taking me, they're taking me!" And then to his cousin "Call mom! Call mom!" And he repeated those over and over. Eventually they stuffed him in the ambulance and drove off.

Thus ends the tale of the drunk guy.

So I work at a hotel on the beach and I noted a car with its lights on in the back of the parking lot as I was coming into work. On my first patrol of the evening I noted the car still had its lights on so I went to check it out.

The car had heavily tinted windows, so I couldn't see inside it all, I thought I saw a shape in the front seat but it turned out it was just the front seat had been pushed all the way up. The guy rolled down the window in the back seat and I asked "can I help you with anything?" Which is my way of saying "what the fuck are you doing here?" But in corporate speak.

So the guy says, "We were just about to go on the beach, I took my socks off". Sure buddy. That's definitely the most believable story. So I ask the guy if he's a guest and he says no So I tell him he's on private property and that he needs to leave, but he can use the public parking lot directly adjacent to the hotel parking lot.

So he actually didn't argue, and he left, Although he did have to put his pants on first.

And as I am writing this, a local police officer, who regularly patrols the public parking lot looking for homeless people, crackheads, and other ne'er-do-wells, has the guy and his "girlfriend" out of the car.

Now I did not send them over there to get arrested, it legitimately is public parking, and if he really was going to go walk on the beach with his girlfriend he would have been fine.

Hey everyone. Question about Personnel Security positions. Has anyone completed the 2 OPM trainings, "Suitability Training Offered by Suitability Executive Agent Programs"? If so, how was it; easy, difficult, etc,? Any information would be helpful. Thank you!

I drew up a picture to help but apparently this subreddit doesn’t allow pictures so I don’t know how easy this will be to describe without a visual aid (So if you want the diagram I’ll dm it so people who ask ) (building is approximately 30 yards squared with two fishbowl lensed cameras on each corner)

I went on patrol at about 1-1:30 am get to the north west corner and hear violent pounding on the fire escape door (one of those metal doors with the safety window with the metal wire in the glass) I draw my taser and peak around the corner and nothing I walk over to the door and it’s pitch black no lights on so I make note to check the interior cameras and continued with my patrol I look into the cafeteria and no lights were on which is normal at this time walk all the way back to the front door and the employees of the business start shouting and asking where the hell I went and I tell them “on a patrol” I ask why did something happen Nothing happened I was gone for an hour and a half we look at the cameras I walk out the front door and I’m gone for an hour and like twenty minutes if I remember correctly (this was a year and a half ago) I looked at the interior camera footage and no one touched the door and all the lights for the fire escape and the cafeteria were on

I took an employee with me to show her where I went and as we got to the same corner there was one of those solid metal like park tables where I was standing that was no were to be seen

So that’s my story

I used to work as a prison officer. In a disused section of one block we had the "ghost door" which would unlock itself, open and close, when no one could possibly have been there. The electronic sensors could tell us the condition of the door as to whether it was manually locked or unlocked and whether it was open or shut.
In the control room I often watched the doors status as it unlocked itself, opened and then shut and returned to being locked. The only problem is that the keys for that entire block were in my pocket at the time and no one could possibly get to that door without going through another two security doors, on camera, first. Listening carefully you could hear it boom shut.
Patrols would go in and find nothing. A full search of the building and its structure showed nothing and it would serve no use to someone trying to escape in any case as it was in the centre of the facility. The locking and sensor systems were completely replaced but the situation continued.
Screws are generally not a superstitious bunch but over time the ghost door became a forbidden subject. New remodeling of that block rendered that hallway obsolete and unused but the door is still there and still opens and closes to this day.

OK i worked two buildings the main site and an secondary. I primarily worked the secondary site on the overnight shift. Now at that time, you would hear some crazy stuff. I was in the security office, hanging out watching the monitors. I swore i hear one of the doors open inside. It has a distinct click to it. So i figure OK someone came in, i may have missed them on camera. I yell hello? nothing back. I go to check the building no one here. Few times i would have sworn i heard someone in the front foyer like foot steps yet no one was there. Had a few people quit because of it, i just blew them off nobody would believe it anyway. I was working the main site where the Engineers are last week. One goes to me you look familiar, they work odd hours, we work odd hours we could have missed each other. I say i typically do the second site but so and so called out so i'm covering her shift here. He say OH you work at the haunted building. I said man you heard that shit too!? freaky right? He said he was in one of the rooms and he heard the door open, figured it was one of the other engineers. He looked around no one was there.

I work at a well recognized large security company. They recently changed the method of clocking in to a company phone. Since they implemented this the clock out feature asks you if you clocked out at an alternate time or your scheduled time. The previous system just logged it and they would see the OT through that system. They put more work on us and I would say the past few weeks I worked well past the 7 minutes it allows to round up after the hour. Today I asked my supervisor if I should put an alternate time since I worked up to nearly 20 minutes after my scheduled time and he asked me what I wanted to do? I am like uhh maybe get paid for the time I spent working wether I lose it or not from OT?? I think they are trying to screw people who just want out on time and are making it harder for us to get out at a decent time. I would say since they started this I racked up over an hour of OT but it wasn’t tracked since I was pressured to put that I clocked out at my scheduled time.

Don't Be This Guy, Please Don't Be This Guy

I worked with SJB for 3 years at an empty FedEx Warehouse.

I'm pretty sure he was drinking on the job. I didn't necessarily care if he was drinking on the job except that he wasn't very good at hiding the evidence which made all of us culpable.

After FedEx moved out of the Warehouse only SJB sat in the company car. Everyone else sat in the dispatch office.

One night after I relived SJB I went to inspect the car and found 3 empty cans of beer in the gutter next to the car.

I'm not going to lie, I fully intended to throw those cans in the dumpster and get on with my night but the Field Supervisor showed up at that moment.

I had to point them out to him. He did everything he possibly could to come up with any other explanation than an AUS employee left them there. Including postulating that some wino threw them 50 feet over the fence and they miraculously landed in the gutter right next to the car.

I mean, Luke Skywalker couldn't have made that shot.

Anyway my ass was covered and I threw them in the dumpster.

SJB was also the guy who left the company car wide open in a thunderstorm and got the interior soaked. I think they finally moved him after that.

When I first started that site we worked strictly out of the car and it was like pulling teeth to get the Field Supervisor to bring us a gas card so we could fill up the tank.

We finally got them to leave us a card. Then we had to fight with one of the Field Supervisors who was convinced we were going to fill up out personal cars on the company card. He kept taking the card from us.

So one night I came to work and as soon as I got there SJB told me he was going to put gas in the car. I asked him if he had checked to see if the card was there at any time during his shift, he assured me that he had.

You know how this ends right?

About 5 minutes later he called me from the gas station and wanted me to call first shift to see if they had the card.

"You want me to wake her up at midnight to ask a question you should have asked at 3 P.M.? No."

For the next three nights I asked him at every shift change if the card was there. Every time he assured me it was and every time it wasn't.

The last time I asked him I waited until he said yes then asked him why he didn't just save us both time and tell me he hadn't bothered to check. He became extremely indignant and assured me the card was there.

You know how this ends right?

He lost it and threatened me. I walked away and called the Field Sup and verified that he (FS) had the card. Then I walked back to SJB and said something really stupid, I asked him if he'd ever killed anyone (we were both Prior Military). When he said no I reminded him that I had (yes I am very aware it was a very dumb thing to say) and he'd better think long and hard before ever threatening me again because the next time he was going to have to back it up.

He left and I don't think he said another word to me the rest of the time he worked there.

I work flex - for those unaware, that means I go where ever my company needs additional hands.

Several years ago, I work a few nights at a hotel in Denver, Colorado. One night, I was told by the front desk that they had received a call saying a heater had broken in one of the rooms and asked me to check it out. At first, I thought, "Okay... I suppose I can push a few button, or kick it, or something," but the house staff was typically short-handed overnight, so it wasn't completely unexpected.

I went up to the room, knocked on the door and was greeted by an early 20-something male who seemed a little shocked. I told him I was here to check the heater, though, looking past him I saw a camcorder on a tripod facing inside the room (there was a short hallway after the entrance, so I was unable to see anything). I walked past him, and peered around the corner to find (what I hope) was two, fully clothing, 20-something males laying in the bed. My first thought was that they were filming a gay porn (yes... I know... a little short sighted there). I moved - laser focused - to the heater, flipped a few switches and turned a few dials. I then turned around, told the first male that I don't know what's wrong with it and left.

Needless to say, these guys were expected a young female... instead they got a male security guard, wearing a militaristic-look black jacket (meant to make you look bigger than you are). As far as I know, they did not call again.

"I decided to share this little story from the early 1990s when I was working at a site that was about to go on strike. As it was my first experience with a strike, I was quite nervous. When the strike finally happened, I was pleasantly surprised to see that everyone remained well-behaved and pleasant. On a cold winter day, one of the managers approached the strikers and said, 'I have a pot of regular coffee and decaf brewing. Please provide me with a list of how many of each you need, along with your preferred creamer and sweeteners.'"

I work almost 12 years as a security guard now. Which most of my time in the security business I performed store surveillance. I saw some pretty informative stuff to a lot of dangerous stuff. But also nasty and inappropriate things.

This one particular instance, I was working in a clothing store, just doing my thing (daydreaming :p, also this was during the pandemic). When I got called by one of the store managers. She sounded quite shocked on the phone so, I thought something bad had happened. I rushed over to where she was and she told my 2 people were in the changing rooms for quite some time. She heard them making very strange noises at first. And then told me the noises turned into bad things rather fast. That is where she knew what they were doing. As she had dealt with stuff like this in the past. I was expecting a man and a woman to be doing the deed in the room (but to my surprise it was actually 2 young women). So, I felt very awkward and didn't feel like talking to them, knowing what they were doing. I knocked on the door and told them to immediately get the heck out of there. Or we would call the police on them for doing indecent things. They quickly came out. The manager asked me to lead them out of the store and also ban them.

Now having experienced a situation like this, we got to talk about similiar stuff happening, with the store manager. She told me that one time she had to clean the aftermath of a couple doing the deed in the changing room. As they didn't have a security guard back then and also the cleaning crew would come after opening hours.

To my surprise however, these stuff happen a lot. And I mean a lot. So, I want to warn my collegues and as well as other people of being extra careful when using those changing rooms in stores. Also clothing that are on display. Most of them are being worn without people cleaning themselves. Especially women tend to wear clothes without underwear. The staff in the store would always warn me about this. As they witnessed this on multiple occasions.

What are you guys' experience? Anyone else have interesting story's to tell?

So I'm on my way out of one of the low income housing units I check and I see EMS coming in.

I asked them what apartment they're looking for and then tell them where it's at. Then I tell them I'll go with you because I have a master key and I can let them in if the door is locked.

This particular apartment building used to be a high-end nursing home. So they have a passenger elevator at one end and an elevator that's big enough to take a hospital gurney at the other. So of course EMS goes to the wrong elevator and I mentioned that the elevator at the other end of the hall will take their Gurney.

They look at me like I'm the idiot and leave their gurney in the hallway on the first floor because they can't get it in the elevator (did NOT see that coming).

So we get to the third floor and they pile off the elevator and they have no clue where the apartment is at. Which is not surprising because unlike me they're not in that building every night. So I take them to the apartment I step back they knocked on the door and then they opened it.

As soon as they opened it I said "You guys have no further need of me I'm going to leave." One of the firefighters looks at me and in the snottiest voice you can imagine says "Thanks so much for all your help."

Good evening everyone it's my first time posting on this sub I'm a security guard for two companies I see some crazy stuff in my line of work but I came across a dead body at my other job on Friday it was traumatic the person died from a drug overdose it was sad.

Without getting too much into details, I work at an office building including a parking garage with toll that regularly gets visitors and new tenants moving in. There’s a few spots on each floor that are specifically reserved and marked as such like the picture above. Yet randos will still swing into them like it’s their spot. I imagine it’s because I’m standing in the vicinity of the spots but don’t come up to them and tell them to move. While it’s not in my job description or tasks to make sure randos aren’t taking those spots I also don’t feel the need to have to reiterate to people the sign that’s clearly painted not only on the floor but the wall in front of the parking spot so there’s no excuse of “I didn’t see it”. The Reserved spots are painted a same specific color on every floor so unless you’re colorblind and can’t read, I don’t know how you got this far with a license to drive 🤷‍♂️. Then when the people who own the spots come and leave a sign on their car informing them their car will be towed if this continues they look at me as if I placed the paper there or something. I’ve got better things to do than be a meter maid and on a side note I find it hilarious how they NOW take the time to read something but only when the threat of their car being towed is hung over their head 🤣

All right, so this happened years ago. It was fall on a Saturday and there were turkeys on property. Nothing unusual there. However while patrolling I noticed that there was a turkey by an employee entrance. Now this was a very large company and there were a number of employees in the building despite the fact that it was Saturday. So I decided to do my job and move the turkey along since I know that they are pretty ill-tempered.

So I managed to get it to move away from the exit but it was sort of staying around the area and I wanted it to go further away, so I start flapping my arms up and down and making what I thought were predatory bird sounds. And note that I didn't know turkeys could actually fly, I thought they were kind of like chickens and could just glide.

So I'm walking briskly behind this turkey and making all these sounds and it's clearly scaring the turkey in the direction I want him to go, but then he does something unexpected. He flies up onto the roof. All right I figure now that I know turkeys can fly, that he's going to just fly down at some point so my job is done.

So a few days later I get a text from my fellow coworker, she sends me pictures of the turkey that is still on the roof. I believe she sent that to me on a Wednesday. And the turkey was still on the roof.

So unbeknownst to me, since I've been off the previous few days the aforementioned turkey never made it off the roof. The client had to call the fire department out and the department of environmental protection out, to remove the turkey. If you Google "WTNH Roof Turkey Aetna" You will see the aforementioned Turkey.

This is the first time I am publicly sharing this story.

I started this job a couple months ago and i’m already fed up, when i first started they were basically doing wage theft in which they wanted me to clock in soon as i got to the area i patrol but mind you i first had to go to the main office to pick up the company vehicle , work phone etc and i could not clock in there since the work phone had a geo fence to where i could clock in within a specific area, to top it off the company vehicle they gave me had expired tags dating all the way back to early 2022 , on headlight was out , no license plate lights and a heavily cracked windshield. i live in austin tx and no license plate lights gets you pulled over. so i had literally begged em to get the vehicle fixed up and they ignored it and ignored the wage theft situation till one day i got fed up and told him you know what i’m done i quit and my manager called me otp saying we’ll get this fixed blah blah pls don’t quit , he was very desperate since the area they assigned me is so ghetto flooded with homeless and junkies and nobody wants to work there and the turnover rate is high for that specific property. so i gave them another chance and they got it fixed i guess but a lot of other things have happened but the management at my job sucks and is so toxic always blaming each other or telling me to tell this person that or to tell him instead

Hello all, its been a while since I made a post here. This incident occurred a few months ago at my current job. I currently work as Loss Prevention/Security for a grocery store. One evening I am watching the cameras. Out of the corner of my eye, I see the guy walk into an aisle where we have air fresheners for cars. The kind you can hang from your review and the kind you can mount on an AC vent. I see him conceal a couple in his pocket. He tried to walk out of the store with them, so I apprehend him. I was not prepared for what happened next. I asked the guy to give me my merchandise back. He then starts stripping to nothing but his underwear. He dumps out all of his clothes and bags. I recovered over 100 air fresheners from him that he stole from the store. He had them everywhere! Needless to say I banned him from the store.