A few months ago I found computer history left by the graveyard shift officer. I would not have cared too terribly much except that the sites were words such as B*tchGl*tch, Witchery, and Badass Assassins. So I sent an email to my site supervisor sharing my concern. We are not allowed to use the internet at work so it was a policy violation regardless of the words. My supervisor sent an email back hoping to get my attention. She wanted to ask me to take the issue up with my shift supervisor, Mr. Army Jacket. I didn’t get the email, but the graveyard shift officer did. The next evening he came in livid because he found an email tattling on him for his computer use. He said, “My mother taught me not to be a tattle tell.” I was stunned. Why would any mother tell her son not to be a tattle tell? I wondered if his mother was proud of his work as a security officer given that it is his job to be a tattle tell. I thought perhaps filling him in on my history would help him understand my concern. He felt that switching his games to less “triggering” topics would be enough. I called my site supervisor to inform her about the events. I ranted about how much this young officer lacks an understanding of what life is about. What has he done to convince me he is not involved in the same cult? Would he sell his daughter to gain rank? Yes, my words were strong and emotional, and I didn’t really believe he was involved, just young…I didn’t know he was listening. The next day there were “games” in the history with titles like “What Happened?” and “Octodad.”
Now it seems that having a reputation for being a tattle tell may be dangerous. We have a couple new officers. A new officer relayed to me that this night shift officer may not keep his job if he didn’t straighten up. He pointed out some paperwork issues the graveyard shift officer was having. The new officer knows that I have a reputation for being a tattle tell. He said that as a contractor it was understood that “snitches get stitches.” The new officer tells me to be safe. So does Mr. Army Jacket.
Now I find that there are double binds being set up. If I snitch, well, I’m a snitch. If I don’t snitch, well, it’s my job to snitch isn’t it? I caught the graveyard officer using his laptop. This is a policy violation. If I tell…but if I don’t…. My shift supervisor, Mr. Army Jacket, who is very good friends with Mr. Night Shift is insisting I snitch on even the most petty flaws. If an officer is even one minute late, I should snitch. If an officer leaves even one minute early, I should snitch… I figured since they are such good friends it should be Mr. Army Jacket’s double bind. I reported Mr. Night Shifts laptop use to Mr. Army Jacket. Now it’s his turn.
I decided to nip this double bind in the butt. It is technically policy that we call in on the radio when we are on shift and when we are off. I decided this is one of the many policies we should really be practicing. If Mr. Night Shift needs tattling on, he should be made to tattle on himself. When I suggested to Mr. Night Shift that we should be following through with this policy he said, “This is stupid. I’m sure that if I were late someone would tattle on me.” Yes, I thought, but I would prefer it if he tattled on himself.
Our reports should always be done in black ink. There have been issues with black pens disappearing at the gate in the past. I’ve gotten into the habit of bringing my own pen. Occasionally I will bring pens to stock the cup just because I like to help my fellow officers. I brought a couple pens from my bank. They disappeared. This was common, my bank is not. There are two in the state of Utah. I didn’t give it a second thought. Then one showed up again. Great! The next morning the day shift officer apologized and pointed out that the pen had been chewed. I let him know it was fine. I always bring my own pens. He should probably do the same. We laughed about what it must take to stay awake during a graveyard shift. The pen was fine when I relieved Mr. Night Shift. The next day Mr. Night Shift apologized for the chewed pen. “Who would do that?” he wondered. I assured him it was fine. I always bring my own pen. He should probably do the same.
Supervisor Army Jacket wants me to know that if I am in a very bad car accident I should call the shift supervisor rather than the site supervisor, even though he knows I have a good relationship with her. That’s the proper chain of command. This was good information to announce out of the blue, don’t you think? He likes to tell me to drive safely. Thursday he came by to let me know he had taken all of my petty concerns to the top, the site supervisor. We really should be checking in on the radio, on the hour. When he left the black pen that had been there was missing. He had pulled in with a vehicle that had lost its steering. He came by later in the site supervisor’s vehicle. He expressed how much he loved his job. He has been through three vehicles in one night. The rover vehicle lost power steering. He drove the ERV for the other gate, and now he has the site supervisor’s vehicle, and at the end of the shift he will get the shift supervisor’s vehicle. My gut tells me that he should be suspect number one if anything goes wrong with these vehicles. He has started telling the site supervisor to drive safely too. I let Mr. Night Shift have my pen. We should really look out for our fellow officers.
My feeling is that grownups take responsibility for their own work. If Mr. Night Shift, or any officer, loses their job because they deserve to lose their job, they alone are responsible, whether I have a reputation for being a snitch, and the site supervisor is tasked with letting officers go who can’t seem to follow policy, or not. This will not work as an alibi. If anything were to happen to me or my site supervisor let it be understood beforehand that this was recognized as a set up to serve as an alibi. If anything happens to me, or my site supervisor at the hands of any disgruntled officer incapable of taking personal responsibility, let it be known that we don’t’ buy it. The motive for any harm to either of us would be that the book I wrote is a threat to people who pay fools to be their patsies. That’s murder in the first.
I understood before writing this that labeling me paranoid is an equally viable strategy. The commercials of silly women who hiccup and say, “The government is after me,” are so funny, unless there really are people who abuse power in the government who are after her, because she is a threat to their secret criminal society. You get to decide if this is a hiccup, and a paranoid rant, or a real threat. If anything happens to me…there is this post to consider. I hope I don’t have to die to convince you that there may be something to what I am telling you. I post this to say, there will be no alibi for officers I work with.
It is too easy to get a job working with me. If you are an EMT and apply, you may soon work by my side. We need good EMT’s. Rio Tinto is our client. They believe in Zero Harm. So do I. Employees should be brave enough to speak up when they recognize a risk. If you are an officer who works close to me, your job description has just had a new task added. You are bodyguard to your fellow officers. Disgruntled employees do not have alibis for unbalanced behavior. Do your job and take responsibility for your own actions, so that snitches do not get stitches. Remember, it is your job to snitch. Officers have a dangerous job.
If nothing happens that would be ideal. Paranoia is defined as a delusional belief. Call this paranoia if you like. I call this my insurance policy. I feel much less worried now that I have provided the possibility of being labeled paranoid as an optional strategy to those who may want to silence me. Read my book and decide for yourself if I’m paranoid, or cautious.