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Showing posts with label Security. Show all posts

Saturday, January 16, 2010

San Francisco Public Library...funds wasted on slovenly guards & incompetent staff! Clean house, Mayor!






At a time when local, State and Federal governments are cutting funds - especially in the area of health services where they are crucially needed - the downtown library continues to expend untold sums of money on a security detail and front end staff (clerks, wannabee librarians, book-sorters, and assorted hangers-on) that are a waste of tax dollars.

Frankly, it's somewhat shocking to saunter into the Main Library and spy a half-a-dozen or so overweight guards, shuffling along with scowls on their faces, intimidating patrons( as they wander aimlessly about trying look busy and in charge).

These ill-bred losers are under the mistaken impression that tossing on a poorly-fitting monkey-suit and tarnished badge gives them the right (and authority) to push folks around when nothing could be farther from the truth.

It's sad when you consider that a large percentage of the visitors they harass needlessly (due to ignorance and misplaced egos) are street people who seek a little shelter from the storm for an hour or two each day.

Staff in other departments are just as bad.

Quite a few of these undeserving workers generally loll around on their fat butts during a shift - where the precious hours are predominantly wasted on selfish pursuits - as the county payroll clock ticks away.

Yessir!

Quite a few hours are expended during the course of the week, checking e-mail, catching up on personal reading, cruising web sites for the lastest gossip on celebs (you name it).

God forbid a partron should waltz up to their station to ask for assistance.

They'll pause for a moment, give the guest a squinty-eyed look, and appear to be lamenting inside heir demented twisted minds:

What the fu** are you bothering me for?

Yeah, you're only filling up space, darling.

If Mayor Gavin Newsom is serious about reducing the number of homeless on the busy city streets, then I recommend that he cut about half of the budget at the Library, and put those ear-marked funds towards truly helping the needy by providing warm beds and a hearty meal for their gut.

Then, they wouldn't have to hang out at the library all day and be constantly insulted by ignorant guards and ne'er-do-wells who are under the mistaken impression they are bona-fide librarians with an ounce of intelligence.

I expect that once a dozen-or-so unnecessary staffers and security guards are shown the door, that the city may finally realize an increase in productivity, at the library.

Who knows?

Once the remaining sticks-in-the-mud are prodded off their butts, and pressed into service to fulfill the duties they were hired to perform originally, a scant one or two of  'em might just end up thanking  the Mayor for helping them burn off a lot of excess fat around their waists, butts, and lumpy God-awful-looking thunder thighs.

Yeah, what we need at the library are more lean efficient machines, and less of the lethargic pig-headed dimwits who are in employ there now.

Amen!




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(what you see is what you get)


Saturday, September 19, 2009

Steve Wynn...Encore owner stingy with cocktails! Big bucks go to dog & ex-wife & heck with customers...





Last night I sauntered into "Encore" on the Vegas strip after capturing a few picturesque video clips of  the Gondoliers on the canals at the Venetian  (check out my YouTube site for exclusive videos).

OMG!

A short gambling streak later, a handful of us slot-players thought we would just die of thirst!

Without a waitress in sight, and suffering from a nasty bout of parched mouth, we were scheming to call out to a bootlegger for some demon rum since the house was obviously dry.

A gander around the room signalled the obvious.

Old money bags, Steve Wynn, was obviously keen on holding onto his loot!

Or, too budget-minded  (mean) to employ another server to lend a hand to the two over-worked bimbo babes who were struggling to keep up with frenzied requests on the Casino floor.

Just maybe, the multi-milliionaire is a cheap-skate when it comes to "watering-down" his paying guests.

Curious, that!

I just read in the morning newspaper (in "Norm's" column, if  I am not mistaken)  that Wynn has his much-coddled puppies chauffeured around in a pricey limousine (worth half-a-million bucks).

Looks like all the moolah he's raking in at the Hotel & Casino (off  the backs of gamblers like toi & moi)  is being  pressed into the sweaty palms  of  handlers for dog upkeep and canine pampering.

Maybe it's time we cut up our blood red Player's cards and slouched off  to an establishment that appreciates our biz, eh?

Maybe then, the liquor will flow freely!

I got to thinking today, though, that there is a solution to the problem.

Since Steve  loves doggies so much, maybe he should spring for a couple of  St. Bernards - and likewise - strag a keg of beer or two around their furry necks.

Yup!

Whenever a patron cries out for a drinkie-pooh for medicinal purposes, at least, the winsome Wynn just has to send in the dogs (and a clown or two from his management team) to facilitate a life-saving chug-a-lug or two.

As I headed out the much-foliaged front doors, I couldn't help but also notice that Wynn is making a killin' elsewhere on the prmieses, too.

Golly, the letch with a penchant for bimbo babes,  is also charging guests ten smackeroos ($10.00) to take a gander at parked Ferraris on the lobby floor in a fancy-schmanzy showroom a hop-and-a-skip away from the Casino floor.

I guess I'm jaded  'cause I would'nt  be caught dead forking over one thin dime for the privilege.

I ain't no wide-eyed kid,  with his nose pressed up against the glass of the candy-store window, after all.

Ferrari's are a dime-a-dozen in Beverly Hills, Steve-o!

Bottom line?

You're not really part of the tony elite in BH or Bel Air 'til a Ferrari hangs a sharp turn on squealing wheels and annoints your leg with a spray of run-off designer water the locals use to perpetrate the green on their well-manicured front lawns.

By the way, I couldn't help but notice that at - "Blush" (the Nightclub boutique) - a crush of of young trendies began to queue along a bank of the spanking-new slots as the withcing hour approached.

Just beyond that permieter, natch, Wynn's security gooks in goon suits, were eyeing up a handful of dubious characters to shadow as the bustling eve wore on.

Judging from the smug looks on their mugs, I expect the whole posse of 'em thought they were being remarkably discreet.

On the contrary, they exhibited all the subtlety of a herd of pink elephants in heat!

Losers, one and all.

Ironic, in a gambling hall, don't 'ya think?



Saturday, February 28, 2009

CVS...hats & sunglasses off! Are they kidding?





Management at CVS (at a Las Vegas outlet) must have a few screws loose if they expect consumers to abide by one of their new house rules.

Imagine that, when I strolled up to the automatic door at the front entrance, I spied a sign haphazardly tacked up with a bit of scotch tape, requesting that customers remove their hats and sunglasses before entering the store for security reasons.

What a bizarre notion!

If you're like me, when I don a cap and pull it down squarely over my face, it usually means I'm having a bad-hair day.

Until each luscious strand has been properly washed and shampooed and painstakingly coiffed - no matter what CVS says - my "do" is not going to be unveiled in the harsh light of day.

To avoid close scrutiny, women often hide their plain-Jane faces under a stylish swirl of hats and sunglasses, when they alight outside into the cold cruel world sans make-up to carry out mundane chores throughout the day.

Does CVS honestly think that a customer (in particular a high-profile celebrity hotly-pursued by the breathless paparazzi) will kow-tow to their ludicrous demands if a low-quality security camera is going to snap away in their already-pasty face?

Over our split-ends and dehydrated skin!



Wednesday, January 21, 2009

Whole Foods...security guard pee* on toilet seat & fails to flush!


Just as I was about to slip into the men's room for a tissue to blow my nose at Whole Foods at the corner of Santa Monica Boulevard and Fairfax, a towering well-built Afro-American security guard dashed in ahead of me and locked the door.

Obviously, appearances are not always right on the mark.

In his spiffy well-pressed uniform, the average-looking rent-a-cop gave the impression he was a well-mannered educated individual with a modicum of class.

But, when he exited the men's room a few moments later, the image was shattered!

As I sauntered into the bathroom to take a whiz, I was aghast.

The guard not only urinated on the toilet seat, but neglected to flush as well.

Indeed!

Inside the bowl, a nasty neon-yellow shade of pi** stared back at me, and just about turned my stomach.

Eugh!

Did the lad's parents forget to potty-train or was the little stinker born in a barn?

I just betcha he didn't wash his hands, either.

As Henry Fielding once noted astutely:

"Handsome is that handsome does."



Wednesday, June 25, 2008

Quote...bad neighborhoods!


You know you're in a bad neighborhood when you have to ask a security guard at McDonald's for a key to the restroom!

Julian Ayrs
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