Tag Archives: access control

PASSKEY ON TWO LEGS

A passkey on two legs?

The concept  naturally begs…

Evidence

With confidence

It’s all according to “regs”!

That security is,

A vital part of “biz”…

We open doors

(With smiles, of course)…

Or watching traffic whiz.

We often do walking rounds,

Inside and outside in bounds…

Facilities

Relies on these

To check out those awful sounds!

Knowing Security does

All this excites because…

A simple job

Secures the door knob

And doing with little fuss.

–Jonathan Caswell

(A Google Image)

OH REALLY??

OH REALLY??

(Modern Access Control)

Ten years on the job with bonus,

Realizing occupational onus…

You can’t socialize

‘Round here (no surprise),

It’s no good in thinking “oh, woe us!”

All beauties in/out of these doors,

Can never, never be your’s…

You are there to assist,

Not grow a “friend list”

Remember…you were told this before.

Yeah, but it hurts so,

To let all those pretty friends go…

A man ought to be

Assigned more beauty,

Then is caught…when the answer is “no”.

That’s always been a problem at the door,

Some “deer in headlights” looks are there sure…

If a gauntlet they must run

Admiring men are hung

Out to dry for being immature.

–Jonathan Caswell

AND CUSTODIAN, TOO!

AND CUSTODIAN, TOO!

 

Security around here

Has lots of stuff to do…

Our job is access control

And sometimes custodian too.

I “ice melted” the front sidewalk

And just did the back…

I’m glad in this place they are kind

And cut us a little slack.

We pass out pay and reimbursement checks

And notices from HR too…

We’ve sopped up ponds in the penthouse,

And acting custodians, too!

And if a cell phone turns up lost

Or a door needs a certain key…

We help in any way we can,

For we are Security!

 

–Jonathan Caswell

 

THE GATEHOUSE WILLIES

THE GATEHOUSE WILLIES

 

Covering a gatehouse for the last two weeks,

Discovering memory fails us in what we seek…

After all

It is so small,

It is loud whenever one speaks!

Two adults in that tight space,

One must always give place…

To the other,

It’s a bother

Standing face-to-face.

Tomorrow’s my last day,

Then the “new guy” will stay…

With more room

I assume,

To arrange things better his way!

I always will go back,

Even with dead train tracks…

For a period slight

It was MY SITE,

But that was twelve years ago, to the day…!

 

–Jonathan Caswell

NOTE:  Not sure it was to the exact day of today….but that rhymes better!  It WAS about twelve years ago!

 

LIKE THIS JOB…NOT ALL OF IT!

LIKE THIS JOB…NOT ALL OF IT!

(I gotta come up with fancier titles!-J.C.)

 

A Site Manager came to me,

Commenting that I must be…

Pleased with this work

And love to lurk

At that place constantly.

Did I really love this job?

I don’t wish to sound a snob…

It’s not all joy

At that employ,

It’s a way to earn a “bob”.

It once was “my site”,

With a wish to work it right…

The account was lost

And I bore the cost,

Of higher-ups with consideration “light.”

The uncertainty of when traffic comes,

Definitely sometimes bums…

Folks tend to flash by

When one’s eye

Is distracted by hearing different drums.

At this guard post you cannot sit down

For long, with traffic around…

To stand in the door

With regs to implore,

And directions to where trucks are bound.

The worse thing about all of this,

Depending on others to piss…

Bathrooms are over there

So schedule with care,

Leaving your post you can “kiss”!

(your job goodby!!!)

 

–Jonathan Caswell

 

 

A MATTER OF PRIORITIES

A MATTER OF PRIORITIES

 

Working two jobs at a time,

On the same day may be fine…

For younger blokes

Who pay for smokes,

But I’ve got to stay in line.

When at a guard shack post,

Cars sneak up like ghosts…

Upon you so quick

You’d better stick

To looking out for them the most!

Thus spending time writing verse

Could turn out to be a curse…

Not concentrating

On the job could be fating

A guard for unemployment or worse.

But a number of slow times there are,

To be watchful for that truck or car…

That may try to sneak

Past before you speak

About renewing that temporary permit card.

Writing becomes rather terse

When it’s too busy to write verse….

But it can be done

When slow times come,

Without the effects so adverse!

 

–Jonathan Caswell