A Security Guard

J Jan Oskar Hansen Jan Oskar Hansen
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Security guard I was broke, no work for me at the shipping office, got a job guarding tractors; sat in a hut that was cold and had no heating and bad light. Well, this job was better than sitting at home lamenting my unemployment, but my god was it boring. Sat on a tractor pretending I was a farmer ploughing a potato field, and that was tedious too. The uniform they had given me was too small for my frame looked like a walking scarecrow. At midnight another guard came to take over and I asked him how he could survive the tedium. Me, he said I go to sleep I have full time work during the day. Next day I got a phone from the shipping office it had been difficult they said I had a reputation for not playing ball and being argumentative; took the job handed in my uniform.

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