The Steel Mill was doing it's annual maintiance shutdown and we were opening temporary parking lots for contractors as well as doing something we don't normally do, stop everyone coming into or going out of the main enterance and sign them in and out.
Since we don't usually work at this higher security level it is a major cluster f*** as we try to figure out new policies which are changed every year with no regard to what worked or didn't work previously.
We called our main office in Baton Rouge and put in a request for extra S/Os for the 2 weeks this was going to be taking place.
Keep in mind that we are your classic WBS company. We had S/Os who had reported to the main office around noon, filled out their application, been issued uniforms and by 4pm that evening were on our site being handed a radio and clipboard.
One of our temps was a small 18year old black girl named Brittany. When I say small I mean she was about 5 feet tall and stick thin. If she weighed 90 pounds then I'm the King of England. Somehow the main office, when issuing her uniforms, had found pants which were too small even for her. I could only imagine they came from the Barbi the Security Guard doll collection at Toys-R-Us. So Brittany shows up in uniform with the top snap of her pants unhooked so she can breathe. She was assigned to the new contractor lot on the side of the plant.
By the next day my Site Supervisor/SO/EMT had decided that he wasn't going to put here there another night. " One of those contractors or truck drivers could toss her over his shoulder and carry her off."
I couldn't believe this. "It's not like she's patroling the French Quarter. She's in the plant at a guard shack with a radio. She's there to sign people in and out."
"Well, I'm going to move her up here to the main gate," he says, "and I'll put someone else back there." The next night we had another female officer work the contractor lot but this time she was a big girl. "Anyone tries to drag her off will probably hurt himself," he joked.
I'm not sure what peeved me off more. That the guard company we work for would hire someone like Brittany or that my Site Supervisor was so concerned about her that he had to move an officer to accomidate her.
I've encountered other S/Os who showed up at our site and made statements such as "I didn't know that we'd be way out in the boondocks/swamp/woods like this." Well, duh. When they build chemical plants or big steel mills like this they put them on the outskurts of town so that they don't wake everyone up in the middle of the night working or have a buffer zone in case of an accident. "Well someone could drag me into teh swamp/woods/etc and rape and/or kill me." Don't flatter yourself, honey.
Maybe it's my time in the Army where, if you are assigned to a job, you are expected to be able to perform the duties related to the assignment. Maybe it was all that time working as a Corrections Officer in a State prison where female officers were expected to work along side male officers. When we had a female officer who couldn't do the job or was afraid of the environment she was refered to Personell who told her that working for the Dept of Corrections wasn't for her.
Anyone else ever have to deal with something like this?
Since we don't usually work at this higher security level it is a major cluster f*** as we try to figure out new policies which are changed every year with no regard to what worked or didn't work previously.
We called our main office in Baton Rouge and put in a request for extra S/Os for the 2 weeks this was going to be taking place.
Keep in mind that we are your classic WBS company. We had S/Os who had reported to the main office around noon, filled out their application, been issued uniforms and by 4pm that evening were on our site being handed a radio and clipboard.
One of our temps was a small 18year old black girl named Brittany. When I say small I mean she was about 5 feet tall and stick thin. If she weighed 90 pounds then I'm the King of England. Somehow the main office, when issuing her uniforms, had found pants which were too small even for her. I could only imagine they came from the Barbi the Security Guard doll collection at Toys-R-Us. So Brittany shows up in uniform with the top snap of her pants unhooked so she can breathe. She was assigned to the new contractor lot on the side of the plant.
By the next day my Site Supervisor/SO/EMT had decided that he wasn't going to put here there another night. " One of those contractors or truck drivers could toss her over his shoulder and carry her off."

I couldn't believe this. "It's not like she's patroling the French Quarter. She's in the plant at a guard shack with a radio. She's there to sign people in and out."
"Well, I'm going to move her up here to the main gate," he says, "and I'll put someone else back there." The next night we had another female officer work the contractor lot but this time she was a big girl. "Anyone tries to drag her off will probably hurt himself," he joked.
I'm not sure what peeved me off more. That the guard company we work for would hire someone like Brittany or that my Site Supervisor was so concerned about her that he had to move an officer to accomidate her.
I've encountered other S/Os who showed up at our site and made statements such as "I didn't know that we'd be way out in the boondocks/swamp/woods like this." Well, duh. When they build chemical plants or big steel mills like this they put them on the outskurts of town so that they don't wake everyone up in the middle of the night working or have a buffer zone in case of an accident. "Well someone could drag me into teh swamp/woods/etc and rape and/or kill me." Don't flatter yourself, honey.
Maybe it's my time in the Army where, if you are assigned to a job, you are expected to be able to perform the duties related to the assignment. Maybe it was all that time working as a Corrections Officer in a State prison where female officers were expected to work along side male officers. When we had a female officer who couldn't do the job or was afraid of the environment she was refered to Personell who told her that working for the Dept of Corrections wasn't for her.
Anyone else ever have to deal with something like this?
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