Post by Deleted on Jun 26, 2019 5:22:24 GMT -5
TL;DR: Picked up a shift at my old job, nearly got smashed with a table leg wielded as a makeshift weapon, glad to have cushy office job now.
Holy shit.
So I've spent the last few years working in security. The last three in Hospital security at the busiest emergency room in the province. Recently, I got promoted! I'm management now. An office goon. Really enjoying it, but I sort of miss having my boots on the ground. So I picked up a shift at my old digs to keep myself sharp.
Never again.
So our emergency room is also where you get mental health help. So we spend most of the night watching the Psych Assessment Rooms, these intake rooms where you meet with a psych nurse and they decide what happens next. You can come in voluntarily or involuntarily. We watch you pretty closely either way, but of couse we're more prepared for some silliness if the cops have to bring you in. Well, this guy comes in voluntarily! He's a little quiet. A little out of it, but whatever, fundamentally he's a nice guy. He pops his head out and asks for something to eat and we bring him a bagged lunch. He asks for water and we bring him water. Our interactions are pleasant, if a little quiet.
I sit down and I'm chatting with a coworker watching the cameras. And I see this guy start messing with the furniture, checking out the chair he's in. The furniture in these rooms is chained to the floor to stop you from picking it up and throwing it at someone. I think, whatever, he's probably curious about the chain. Lots of people are a bit puzzled by it. So I go knock on his door, and I explain it to him and he doesn't say anything to me. Alright. Guy is struggling. I get it. He stops, and that's all that matters.
So I go back out to the cameras and I sit there. A little while later I have to go out into the lobby to give some directions to a patient out there, as we also end up doing a lot of little customer service things when the drastically overworked nurses of our department are busy. I get radio'd to go back, and my coworkers are standing with their shoulders against the door. Inside, I guess the dude has BROKEN ONE OF THE TABLES. He's wielding the leg of the thing with this square bracket at the top like a hatchet, threatening to murder us if anybody comes into the room. I have no idea what set him off – and it may have been nothing new, he came in knowing he was experiencing problems after all. Normally, I'd try to talk a dude like that down. Psych is having none of it. The nurse tells us she's going to try and talk to him but when she opens up the little window thing in the door he immediately cuts loots another violent bout of threats and says he's going to kill her.
So eventually the decision gets made to sedate this dude. But first we've got to get the friggin' makeshift hatchet out of his hand. So we call another guard down, and we both stack at each door because we both know the second we open that door he's going to be all over us. We open the door, and the plan is to rush him from either side and push him into a corner before moving to a more controlled position. We've been through this before. The key to dealing with something like that is to get in fast and hard, to get under the arc of a swung weapon where it's most dangerous. Fine. Got it.
Well, we open the door and I'm first through. My coworker IMMEDIATELY eats shit coming through the other door and lands on his face. Just trips and falls straight away. Now, I'm already committed on my charge so I grab a hold of the guy from behind since he's turned to the door. He can't hit with the pipe because I've got a body lock on him, and I'm sort of tightly held and under him so he starts dragging me to the door. And I'm panicking because he's pretty strong, and if he gets out of the enclosed space into the hallway we're REALLY screwed. So I take this guy down with what is basically a judo throw, a pretty slow and controlled tana-otoshi (Essentially you put out a leg and fall backward, sweeping them over your leg and landing on top of them) and thank GOD by the time we hit the ground my coworker is back up and immediately clears the table leg from out of the room. We turn the guy over, secure his limbs and the nurse comes in and gives him his medication. We clear the room and watch like a hawk while he screams, yells, fails to get more furniture and eventually sits down and goes to sleep.
Eventually, he gets brought up to the mental health unit proper. What's going to be wild is in a few days when he gets whatever help he needs he'll probably be the nicest guy in the world. I see it happen all the time. But WOW do I not miss my old job anymore. Getting paid fifty cents above minimum wage to deal with that dangerous garbage? Only to have people come by when you're watching cameras and go “Oh boy I wish I had your job.” No, you don't bruh. Trust me.
Give me my cushy office job any day.
Holy shit.
So I've spent the last few years working in security. The last three in Hospital security at the busiest emergency room in the province. Recently, I got promoted! I'm management now. An office goon. Really enjoying it, but I sort of miss having my boots on the ground. So I picked up a shift at my old digs to keep myself sharp.
Never again.
So our emergency room is also where you get mental health help. So we spend most of the night watching the Psych Assessment Rooms, these intake rooms where you meet with a psych nurse and they decide what happens next. You can come in voluntarily or involuntarily. We watch you pretty closely either way, but of couse we're more prepared for some silliness if the cops have to bring you in. Well, this guy comes in voluntarily! He's a little quiet. A little out of it, but whatever, fundamentally he's a nice guy. He pops his head out and asks for something to eat and we bring him a bagged lunch. He asks for water and we bring him water. Our interactions are pleasant, if a little quiet.
I sit down and I'm chatting with a coworker watching the cameras. And I see this guy start messing with the furniture, checking out the chair he's in. The furniture in these rooms is chained to the floor to stop you from picking it up and throwing it at someone. I think, whatever, he's probably curious about the chain. Lots of people are a bit puzzled by it. So I go knock on his door, and I explain it to him and he doesn't say anything to me. Alright. Guy is struggling. I get it. He stops, and that's all that matters.
So I go back out to the cameras and I sit there. A little while later I have to go out into the lobby to give some directions to a patient out there, as we also end up doing a lot of little customer service things when the drastically overworked nurses of our department are busy. I get radio'd to go back, and my coworkers are standing with their shoulders against the door. Inside, I guess the dude has BROKEN ONE OF THE TABLES. He's wielding the leg of the thing with this square bracket at the top like a hatchet, threatening to murder us if anybody comes into the room. I have no idea what set him off – and it may have been nothing new, he came in knowing he was experiencing problems after all. Normally, I'd try to talk a dude like that down. Psych is having none of it. The nurse tells us she's going to try and talk to him but when she opens up the little window thing in the door he immediately cuts loots another violent bout of threats and says he's going to kill her.
So eventually the decision gets made to sedate this dude. But first we've got to get the friggin' makeshift hatchet out of his hand. So we call another guard down, and we both stack at each door because we both know the second we open that door he's going to be all over us. We open the door, and the plan is to rush him from either side and push him into a corner before moving to a more controlled position. We've been through this before. The key to dealing with something like that is to get in fast and hard, to get under the arc of a swung weapon where it's most dangerous. Fine. Got it.
Well, we open the door and I'm first through. My coworker IMMEDIATELY eats shit coming through the other door and lands on his face. Just trips and falls straight away. Now, I'm already committed on my charge so I grab a hold of the guy from behind since he's turned to the door. He can't hit with the pipe because I've got a body lock on him, and I'm sort of tightly held and under him so he starts dragging me to the door. And I'm panicking because he's pretty strong, and if he gets out of the enclosed space into the hallway we're REALLY screwed. So I take this guy down with what is basically a judo throw, a pretty slow and controlled tana-otoshi (Essentially you put out a leg and fall backward, sweeping them over your leg and landing on top of them) and thank GOD by the time we hit the ground my coworker is back up and immediately clears the table leg from out of the room. We turn the guy over, secure his limbs and the nurse comes in and gives him his medication. We clear the room and watch like a hawk while he screams, yells, fails to get more furniture and eventually sits down and goes to sleep.
Eventually, he gets brought up to the mental health unit proper. What's going to be wild is in a few days when he gets whatever help he needs he'll probably be the nicest guy in the world. I see it happen all the time. But WOW do I not miss my old job anymore. Getting paid fifty cents above minimum wage to deal with that dangerous garbage? Only to have people come by when you're watching cameras and go “Oh boy I wish I had your job.” No, you don't bruh. Trust me.
Give me my cushy office job any day.