Sheesh, only in Bloemfontein…!

William Shatner: “Tonight on Rescue: 911… It was a cold March night in Northriding. Mr Richard Mulholland was asleep in his house with his family. The following is a dramatisation from memory…”

03:33:
Andrea: “Wake up, Murphy’s going crazy and I hear something in the garden.
Rich…!: “Murphy!” *whistles*
Dog seems to be blocked from entering house, we see this on the cameras.
03:35:
-PANIC ACTIVATION-
03:45:
Rich…!: “Hi control? What’s going on, I pushed my panic button and no one’s here yet.”
SAS Control: “Let me check sir.” To radio, “(Call sign), where are you, why have you not arrived at the Toledo activation”.
-Silence-
SAS Control: “(Call sign)!”
Guard on radio: “I’ll get back to you.”
SAS Control: “No, I have the client on the line, what’s going on?”
-More silence-
SAS Control: “Sir, I’ll get back to you, this man has an attitude problem. he’s not answering”
03:55:
Rich…!: “Control, what’s going on, there’s still no one here?”
SAS Control: “Let me send the duty manager over.”
-Does so by radio-
Rich…!: “This is bullshit, what time was my panic activation?”
SAS Control: “03:35 sir.”
Rich…! “20 minutes, this is crazy, where are your guys? Someone could be fucking killing my family here for all you know!”
03:58:
-Car pulls up, we watch him on the camera-
03:59:
-Guard still in car, not getting out-
Rich…!: “Control, what’s your guard doing, he’s still in his car?”
SAS Control: “What are you doing?”
-muffled-
SAS Control: “No, they’re watching you on the camera, they say you’re not leaving your car!”
- Car does a u-turn, guard still doesn’t get out.”
-We hit panic again to stress urgency-
-Still sits in car-
-We open garage so he can get in-
-Nothing-
04:01:
- Second car arrives -
- Gets out of car but doesn’t enter -
- I feel a bit braver, unlock the bedroom area security gate (crazy fucking life) and head outside.
Rich…!: “What’s gong on?”
Guard 2: “We’re scared of your dog.”
Rich…! “But last time you all just jumped over the gate, this guy didn’t even get out of his car!”
Guard 1: (Voice raised) “Are you saying I didn’t get out of my car?”
Rich…! (Equally raised) “Yeah, I watched you on the fucking cameras, you didn’t move.”
Guard 1: “You have a vicious dog, he’ll bite me.”
Rich…! (Shouting now) “But someone could’ve been in my house killing us, that’s your fucking job bru!”
Guard 1: “YOU WANT ME TO GET EATEN BY YOUR DOG? YOU WANT ME TO GET EATEN BY YOUR DOG? FUCK YOU!”
-Gets in his car and screeches off-
Rich….! (Loud at the retreating car) “*CENSORED*”, (but lets just say that tourette’s patients would blush.)
Guard 2: “I’m sorry sir, he has an attitude problem.”
Guard 2: (Into radio) “Control, that man has gone, he refused to go in and is swearing at the client”.
Rich…! (Calm again) “This is fucking crazy, no-one has checked my house yet.”
Guard 2: “Please hold your dog and I’ll check.”
Rich…!: “Fine, but what would we do if I was tied up with my wife and child inside, what use are you guys if you wont come in?”
-I hold Murphy, guard patrols house-
Guard 2: “All seems to be fine sir”
Rich…!: “Cool, thanks, I’m not angry with you but I’m very angry with the situation.”
Guard 2: “It’s understandable sir, I’ll get a manager to call you tomorrow.
04:10:
-Cant sleep-

So yeah, I lost it with the guy and didn’t handle the situation very well, but shit, as far as I’m concerned these guys are in a high risk job, if they’re scared of a dog, what chance do you have if they’re up against someone with a gun? It’s all just a false sense of security.

Sleep tight…!

Just so you know:
http://peasontoast.blogspot.com/ has now moved to http://mushypeasontoast.blogspot.com/
Her boyfriend and ex both found her blog in the same week. And of course, her blog is, um, well, revealing…

Haha. Busted…!

PS. Lets hope they don’t read this

Hey kids, break-out the tuxedos and ball gowns… on the 16th March all of Jo’burg will be celebrating the 2nd annual SAblogawards.

Blog award daddy, the one and only Mr. C Flava has yet again asked Jo’blog to host the Gauteng event. We have a sneaky suspicion it has something to do with the fact that last year Missing Link sponsored the booze bill, but hey, we have no pride so we’re throwing another R2k into the bar again this year, we may even bung in a starter platter or two, but only if you behave… or show up naked!

Mark your diaries:

The restaurant rocks, nice enclosed area for us. Great food, great selection, well priced. If there are any serious objections to this leave em in the comments.

Oh yeah, rsvp in the comments too, we need to know the numbers.

Looking forward to seeing you all again…!

…have I had such shit food service as I have in the past week. What’s going on? Has the food industry eventually said “Fuck it, this really is a crap industry to be in” and just given up?

Sunday, Debonaires: After spending about 10 minutes re-re-re-re-explaining what pizza I’d like, as well as the fact that I’m not at my home address but another one, I asked how long it would take to get the pizza delivered. “One and a half hours” was the reply. “ONE AND A HALF HOURS!?!” I answered back, blown away. “Yes sir, we only have one driver today.” So I cancelled the order.

Why, for the love of all that is good, would this lady not tell me that in the first place? I would’ve said “Okay, thank you anyway, I’m rather hungry so I’ll just come round and pick it up myself,” which we eventually did.

An hour after getting back home and eating the pizza, a knock on the door revealed the lone Debonaires delivery guy with our original, cancelled, order. He left, sad.

Wednesday, Panarotti’s: We arrived, hot, thirsty, and very hungry. Fifteen minutes to get a drinks order in. Twenty minutes to get the drinks and a rushed food order just in case we never saw our waitress again, ever. Fifty minutes to get our first meal, in two to three minute intervals per meal per person. I received my baked mushrooms first, but only got my tikka sauce, (which is integral to the baked mushroom consumption), last. Hence (yes, I said hence) my mushrooms got cold, and I got grumpy.

The table next to us, who were seated when we arrived, also received cold food, and there was at least a ten minute gap between the first meal to arrive and the last. They complained loudly, we laughed.

Now, if a restaurant, or any establishment for that matter, knows that they’re understaffed, why not tell people beforehand? If I had known that it would take over an hour to receive my meal in a not-so-busy restaurant, I would’ve said “Thank you very much”, moved on to the next one and not have been grumpy. But, they didn’t, and now I had to post this.