Dear Number Eleven,
With every fiber of my being I want to follow what society tells me is okay and trash your job based solely on the stereotype that all security officers are “wannabe cops.”
However, I know I am unable to justifiably do that because
I don’t know your life
or your history
or your dreams
and how you do your job
But I do know this: you have a reputation. And you should know that you have a reputation.
And though reputations mean nothing if one gets to know a person I do know that tonight, you lived up to yours.
Let me paint you a picture:
I pull into the circle and grab my keys, running to grab my boyfriends wallet because all he needs is some laundry detergent and needs to do laundry so he has clean clothes but he’s on duty and can’t go himself
And when I walk in, he tells me about an assignment he’s working on
And I listen because I should
And when I walk outside maybe ten minutes later I see an empty car next to mine
Lights flashing
And have no clue what this means
So I head to the store
And buy the detergent.
When I come back,
I sit in my car and wait and wait for his round to be done so he can get his detergent and go back to his job
When you pull up next to me.
Number Eleven.
And you ask me if I was parked here earlier
And I say, “No, I wasn’t”
And you ask, “Are you sure?”
Like I’m some hardened criminal evading arrest
And then you have the audacity to shine the giant light on the top of your car into the back of mine as if I’m committing a crime and say, “Nope, it was definitely you.”
But I reply, “I just ran in to grab something.”
And you LIE to me, saying “Well, I waited here for like 25 minutes and no one came out, but I didn’t have my ticket book so I went in to get it and then you were gone. But you can’t park here because it’s a fire lane and it’s a $100 ticket. And I hate giving out tickets so next time just don’t get out of your car or park somewhere else.”
And I nod and say, “Oh, okay” and “Thanks” and we part our ways.
But what you DON’T know is that while I went to grab the card from my boyfriend, I heard you on the walkie Number Eleven talking about a car parked outside a townhouse with it’s hazards on
And how you didn’t have any tickets but wanted someone to come bring you some tickets
Because even though we are allowed to unload as long as we aren’t parked, you felt like he was there “awhile,” which I guess is too long?
I don’t know, you were very nondescript.
But I was inside about ten minutes
And I bet the security camera could vouch for me
And I have been told by countless numbers of people and even a DIFFERENT security officer that it is okay to load and unload in that place
So don’t try to intimidate me.
Don’t tell me you don’t like to give tickets.
Don’t tell me I’m wrong.
Because once you had a face to your victim of a illegitimate ticket, you couldn’t handle it
And you know if I contest they won’t take my side.
Because you have a reputation for being over-the-top in your tactics. Stories of you chasing cars into store lots because you thought they might be speeding on campus are joked about at parties and how there is not real authority for security
But just because you think you deserve that authority
Does not mean you get it.
So next time you decide
To intimidate a twenty-year-old girl
Just trying to buy some laundry detergent for her boyfriend
Remember this: your job is to keep us safe. To keep the campus safe. Not to use your position to bully students into tickets they can’t afford.
Oh, and Eleven? If you can’t unload/load there, you better tell everyone else on the team, because the’ve been letting students do it for years.
See how well your superiors respond to that, newbie.