I was a security guard at a hospital in NJ where our duties were very varied. Watching the ER, monitoring cameras, babysitting drunks in the tank, watching mental patients strapped to beds, keeping family members out of the rooms during emergencies and helping the moruge transport bodies. The drunks were the best, I learned alot about publick intoxification there. If a cop finds you wandering outside drunk he has to take you to the ER. They can not take you home, becasue if something happenes to you at home they are liable for it. So they take you to the ER until someone over the age of 21 signs you out or your BAC drops below the legal limit. Then you hope they dont haul your butt to jail.
The mourge was probably the strangest thing. The people from the funeral homes would come in and collect the bodies to prepair them for the viewing. And I would always volunteer to go open the 'guest house' That is what we called it over the radios so that no one would get upset over hearing us call it the dead freeze or the meat locker. the morticians would always tip me, I would always help them move the bodies from the hospital gurneys to thier gurneys. It was easy money and the bodies were rapped tight in a white sheet. So it wasnt like we were throwing bodies around with arms and legs everywhere, it was more like tossing a heavy white sack. This had to be the strangest job, I only worked there for 6 months but I have enough stories from there to write a book. |
