Yesterday was my dad’s birthday. I had to miss the little get together for him because I had to work. It really sucks because I wanted to be there. It’s just one of those things that happen. As he gets older, so do I. And the older I get, the more responsibility I have. But I remember back in the day when I didn’t have as much and I could run around freely.
My dad would always call me bud. And when I was younger, I actually wanted to change my name to bud, because it meant that much to me. I would put in “Bud” naming any video game character or use it to name a saved file on the gaming system. I might have even written that name on some homework assignments. It’s just one of things that made me have a closer relationship with him as I grew older. He still calls me that every once in a while. I guess you would call it a term of endearment. That’s how I see it anyway.
Sorry I missed your birthday get together dad. Hope this new year of age will bring you some good times. Love you.
I’ve been pretty busy lately and really haven’t had too much time to myself. The past two weeks I’ve worked over 100 hours. I’m going to go in to the office tomorrow and let them know I’m only going to be able to work certain shifts and not as many hours. It’s tough to do while I’m in school with four classes. I’ve done a bunch for the company so far. I have not yet called off and I’ve covered every extra shift they needed and changed my schedule several times so they could cover all the accounts. Don’t get me wrong, I like what I’m doing and it is the best job I have had so far. It is just that it’s too much on me right now to be working so much. But, the plus side is the big paychecks. I would rather be happy working fewer hours and smaller paychecks than be miserable working 50+ hours each week and making big paychecks.
This week I got trained at an outdoor mall. The first two hours I was scheduled to drive a company vehicle around the property and the rest of the night I was on walking patrol. While walking around on the property, I have to press these buttons that are scattered throughout the mall. The buttons are magnetic and this magnetic tool I carry around stores the location and time I hit the button. This lets the property owner know that I am walking around and securing the area.
While on walking patrol, it started raining out. While it was raining, there was this guy walking through the mall. Normally, you don’t see a guy walking around in the rain at 3:30 in the morning. I approached him and told him that the mall was closed and he would have to come back the next day when it was open. He asked where he was. I thought he was being sarcastic and trying to say he was on public property and was allowed to be there, but he honestly did not know where he was. He explained that he has glaucoma in his eye and he could not see very well. He stated he got into a fight with his girlfriend and just left her house and started walking. With no sunlight, rain and apparently glaucoma, he walked from a nearby street. He asked for a cab or a ride home. He just seemed very disoriented. He was not drunk, just acting a bit weird.
I called this in and the supervisor dispatched city police out there. They show up with three cops including a K9 unit. They ran his information and escorted him home.
Just a little incident I thought I would write about. Stay tuned for more security officer stories as they come to me!
Last week I participated in the first of six psychology experiments I will have to attend to get credit for class. The purpose of this particular research study was to examine the factors that influence how people form impressions of others, specifically through online interactions. First it asked a bunch of questions to determine what kind of person I am. In example, whether I am quick to anger or just an easy-going person. There was another person doing this exact thing I was doing in a building across campus. After the initial questions, we were asked to write a brief paragraph about any social issue we think is prominent in society today. We submitted the essays to each other and then proceeded to provide feedback on the writing. I gave some helpful feedback, based on the content and grammar. They didn’t provide me anything but one little sentence that didn’t help at all. The main part of this study consisted of a reaction-time game. Competing with the other person across campus, different shapes would come and go on the screen and the first person to click a button when the described shape appeared would win. Say for instance the program is asking to click the button as soon as I see a blue square. Several other shapes will pop-up, such as a yellow star, red circle, etc, before the blue square would appear. As soon as it appeared I would try to click the button faster than the opponent.
Now here is where the psychology part of the experiment came in. If I lost, a buzzer would play through the headphones I was wearing. The decibel all depended on the person playing opposite of me. Before each round it would ask what decibel level I want the buzzer to play for the opponent if I won that round. First, on a scale of 1 to 10, I was picking 1 all the time, because it’s just an experiment and a fun little game. There would be no reason to blast a noise in someone’s ear. My opponent picked a higher number. The program showed what level my opponent picked for me after every round. For the first few rounds I was choosing 1’s, hoping they would do the same out of generosity as they saw I have done the same. As the study went on, they were still constantly choosing higher numbers. So, out of spite of them not willing to cooperate with what I wanted to do, taking the easy way, I started giving them a decibel rating of 10, the loudest and obnoxious buzzer. I made sure that I would a few rounds as well so they would suffer the wrath like I have.
The study lasted about thirty minutes, and I enjoyed it. I’m not sure what kind of things the researchers will obtain from this study, but I hope that I helped them out. My impression of this other person was not too great.
Well it seems that after all I will not be moving out. And I was petty excited too. I’m against it now. I could move out on my own and afford it, but there wouldn’t be much wiggle room money wise if an emergency were to happen. I would not be able to save much money and most of the paycheck will be going towards rent and electric. Income taxes take a decent chunk of my check, and that is another factor I never really calculated when determining whether or not I could afford the expenses.
So with that said, I’m just going to have to wait to move out until either I get a job where I am paid a considerable amount more or I move in with someone else to share the expenses. I really have too much going on anyway to be able to enjoy the freedoms of my own place. With working full-time and school full-time, the only time I am home is only a fraction of the day, sleeping.
I’ve lived 20 years in this house, so I guess I’ll be spending a bit more time here as a young lad.