What do you do when you get your BA in Anthropology? You get a job at a museum of course. What do you do when your job gets cut? You take the only open position you can get, which was for a goddamn security guard! Here is the ID that I proudly wore around my neck during my time in purgatory.
Man, I loved working in the Archeology Department, being out in the field and teaching kids. But when I lost the job and had to work security...I did everything I could to hide. What do you think I did when high schoolers would come in and smoke pot in the stairwells? No...I didn't ask for any, but I hid in the library and tried to make the day pass as fast as I could.
Ya know, museums aren't run by professors or PhDs. They are run by exceedingly wealthy schmucks who love cheating on their spouses with all the other wealthy schmucks. And I can't tell you how much monkey business went on. The astronomer was shtupping the woman who ran membership. The animal handlers were messing around with the curators. Even the minimum-wage security guards were cheating on spouses with other security guards. It was a friggin' orgy of sin. And, like at any other office, everybody thought their illicit affairs were a secret!
I remember the prop/display dude...so full of himself...he would walk around with these goofy "peanut" golf putters and "brag" about how he made them for President Jimmy Carter. What a loser.
I couldn't wait to get the hell out of there.