Well That Was A Bit of A Day

I’ve been dragged into doing recruitment at work the last few days – which is hard work at the best of times, let alone when you’re physically and emotionally wrung out to start with. We did the face to face interviews on Friday, taking copious notes on our matrix of questions and preferred topics of answers along the way.

Today, even though it was our collective day off, I and the other manager handling this bit of the process sat down to thrash out a consensus on scores. Then we worked out what post we were offering to who. Tomorrow we’ll run it by our boss for a sanity check in case all the calculations and mobius logic loops have scrambled our brains. So that was/will be/might have been going to be about to be/is a successful morning’s work. Told you my sanity was a bit wobbly.

Now that was fine, but before I could disappear from the building and enjoy the sunshine, a call came in reporting a possible break-in at one of the libraries I manage. As I am the designated keyholder/emergency contact for that site and it was actually on my way home, I sighed and said I would investigate.

This particular library is closed to the public on Monday, but the Citizens Advice Bureau has an office in there, and they often go in out of hours to catch up on paperwork. Apparently they had come out of the office for a spot of lunch to find things disturbed and a previously closed entrance now open – and so had barricaded themselves back in their office.
I didn’t know that last bit.

So I duly arrived and let myself in, saw no signs of anyone being around, but clocked that the alarm was still deactivated. A quick tidy and check for damage and theft later, and I was sure the site was secure. So I went to check in the CAB office.

I looked through the fire door glass panel and saw someone sitting in a chair, so rang the little doorbell to let them know I was there. I’ve rarely seen people move so fast to hide. So I let myself in through multiple keypad-controlled doors to the office itself in time to hear a frantic voice saying “there’s someone coming through the doors! I don’t know! They’re coming right in!”

So I called out and waved my ID badge, said I was duty manager, keyholder, and I’d been called about a break-in. Thankfully one of the staff there knew me, and I heard her say on the phone: “It’s okay, it’s Tim, we’re safe.”

I don’t think I’ve ever managed to terrify someone so comprehensively at the same time I came to save them. Should I start calling myself Batman on future call-outs?

Long story short, they recounted their story and what they’d found. I made sure everything was secure and logged; phoned back the people who needed phoning, and then made sure the building was empty, locked and alarms reset as we all left.

I may even have said Oook to reassure the books as we left…

Short Story: Here We Go Again

“You haven’t slept in however many days it is; of course you’re going to be snapping at people.” Kay was as succinct and to the point as ever. Even worse, she was right. On the bright side, she wasn’t actually throwing anything, and I don’t think I’d irretrievably insulted anyone.

The day was young however, even if it felt as old as the Pyramids. I suppressed a self-pitying snarl that would have done nothing to make anything better. It wasn’t my fault that George’s old caches of occult knick-knacks had proved irresistible to treasure hunters once word of his current unavailability had leaked out.

In an ideal world I’d have been blissfully unaware, but since the unfortunate business with the amateur hour necromancers I had an absolute horror of a time any time anyone even sniffed at his stuff. I swear it’s his revenge, even now.

Right on cue, George’s spectral visage appeared, closely followed by the rest of him as he walked through the wall. I may have actually growled this time, judging by the flinch on his features. I took a small measure of satisfaction from having spooked a ghost.