I never used to understand why all my previous employers had a fit when I learned being a cashier/answering telephones/menial work very, very fast. Now that I’ve been the one training employees for a security company, I understand. I can no longer count the number of fuck-ups I’ve trained. One guy told me he passed out at a party and woke up with a bottle up his ass…but he liked it. Another socially inept retard quit after he loudly and awkwardly tried to ask me out dancing and I mentioned I have a boyfriend. This trainee today, however, takes the cake.
Between cars he said not one word to me. We sat in silence for at least seven of the eight hours. Not just silence though, that would be too comfortable. He stared into space with this blank, open-mouthed stare that said, Nothing is going on in my head. When he tried to get something as simple as an address, I had to tell him five or six times the last two numbers because he just wasn’t getting it. Security is a job for two basic kinds of people: those who want to be cops and those who fucked up their life. This guy was definitely in the latter category. I have to say that three more days of training this guy is making me seriously consider homicide.