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Keeping order, maintaining chaos, and knowing which bubbles to stoke; the art of supernatural security Most security guards patrol with a flashlight. A wicked witch patrols with a broomstick, a cauldron-warmed thermos, and a sixth sense that hasn't missed a trespasser in many years. Yet here you are, badge pinned to your cloak, monitoring the overnight shift at a facility that frankly should have hired you years ago.

Stirring the pot is both your literal occupation and your highest professional calling. The question is not whether to stir, it's how. Done poorly, it creates chaos no one benefits from. Done well, it cultivates exactly the right amount of productive turbulence to keep an organization honest, alert, and marginally afraid of you.

Step One: Know Your Cauldron

Every institution has its own bubbling brew of office politics, simmering resentments, and unspoken protocols. Before you introduce your wooden end of a broom, spend the first few weeks just watching. Who avoids the supply closet on the third floor? Which manager lingers past midnight and leaves suspicious crumbs? What rumour, if nudged slightly, would cause the entire day shift to rethink the parking situation? Know these things. Store it all in the vast memory palace behind your eyes.

Step Two: Choose Your Ingredients with Intention

There is a meaningful difference between a drop of useful friction; the well-timed question, the raised eyebrow at a suspicious package, the pointed mention of a policy no one has read in years, and a handful of toxic disruption, which scorches the pot and stains everyone nearby. A skilled witch-guard seasons thoughtfully. A little unease keeps people vigilant. A lot makes them quit.

Good pot-stirring ingredients include: asking questions the day shift didn't think to ask, noticing patterns that don't appear in any incident report, and occasionally letting the head of compliance know that the east fire door has been propped open with a dictionary for seven days.

Bad ingredients: spreading rumours without evidence, hexing coworkers during performance review season, or sourcing drama purely for the theatre of it.

Step Three: Maintain a Neutral Expression at All Times

Your face is your most powerful tool. When things begin to simmer as a result of your quiet interventions, you must appear serene, even slightly bored. Drink your thermos tea. Sign the logbook. Nod. The cauldron stirs itself, as far as anyone can tell. You are merely the guard. You are merely watching the east corridor.

Step Four: Know When to Let it Simmer vs. When to Boil

The mature witch-guard understands that not every pot needs to boil. Some issues benefit from slow heat: a steadily growing discomfort with an inefficient procedure, a vague institutional awareness that the third-floor supply closet has odd acoustics. Other matters require a rapid, rolling boil: an actual security breach, fire, unauthorized access activity, anything involving the IT contractor who smells of sulphur and has never once swiped his badge correctly.

A Final Word on Accountability

Stirring the pot is not the same as avoiding responsibility. You stir because you care. You notice because you must. And when the brew you've been tending finally reveals what was hiding in it all along; the misappropriated budget, the forged access log, and the executive who has been using the server room for something the server room was not designed for, you do not gloat.

You file the incident report. You hand it to the appropriate authority. You return to your rounds. You are a professional. You are also a wicked witch. The two things have always been more compatible than people assume.

Every March 23, National Near Miss Day commemorates the day the entire Earth faced a near miss when a massive asteroid nearly hit us in 1989. The asteroid, known as 4581 Asclepius, passed about 425,000 miles from Earth, missing us by roughly six hours. Named after the Greek god of medicine, it measured about 300 meters wide and, had it struck, would have released energy comparable to a 600-megaton bomb, capable of wiping out a large city.

Beyond its cosmic backstory, Near Miss Day carries a very practical message: close calls happen, and preparedness matters. For security professionals, it's the perfect occasion to sharpen your skills and reinforce a safety-first mindset.

Understand the Spirit of the Day

Near Miss Day isn't just about asteroids, it's about reflection and readiness. The holiday serves as a reminder to review and update safety plans, whether at home or in the workplace, and to take necessary precautions to prevent potential near misses in the future. As a security guard, that message lands squarely in your professional wheelhouse.

Conduct a Near-Miss Review at Your Post

Use the day as a prompt to revisit any recent incidents at your facility that almost went wrong; a door left propped open, a visitor who bypassed check-in, a blind spot in your camera coverage. Document these close calls and discuss them with your supervisor or team. In security, a near miss is a gift: it tells you where the gaps are before something serious happens.

Refresh Your Emergency Protocols

Walk your entire post with fresh eyes. Verify that fire exits are clear, emergency contact lists are current, first aid kits are stocked, and communication devices are fully charged and functional. Near Miss Day is an ideal annual checkpoint for these basics that can be easy to overlook during routine shifts.

Run a Quick Tabletop Scenario

If your team has time, use Near Miss Day to run a short what-if exercise. Pick a realistic scenario; an unauthorized individual in a restricted area, a medical event, a vehicle incident near the entrance and talk through how each person would respond. Organizing a safety workshop to educate others on recognizing and preventing near misses doesn't have to be elaborate; even a ten-minute debrief builds muscle memory and team cohesion.

Stay Alert to Complacency

The biggest threat on any quiet shift isn't the dramatic incident, it's the gradual drift toward routine inattention. Near Miss Day is a reminder that danger often announces itself only in hindsight. Stay present, vary your patrol patterns, and resist the urge to assume that because nothing has gone wrong recently, nothing will.

Near Miss Day is observed on March 23 every year, fittingly, a reminder that staying safe is never just luck. Whether it's an asteroid or an unlocked side entrance, the lesson is the same: the near miss you catch today is the crisis you prevent tomorrow.

As a security guard, handling unauthorized individuals on a construction site is one of the more common and delicate situations you'll face on the job. Construction sites can offer unauthorized temporary shelter that attracts unhoused individuals seeking a safe place to sleep. While your primary responsibility is to protect the site and ensure safety, these encounters require a careful balance of firmness and compassion. A poorly handled situation can escalate quickly, creating risk for both you and the individual involved. Following proper protocol protects you, the individual, and your client.

Step 1: Observe Before You Act

Before making contact, take around 30 seconds to assess:

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• Is the person breathing and showing signs of life?
• Do you see any weapons, drug paraphernalia, or alcohol?
• Are there any other individuals nearby?
• What are the exit routes?

If the person appears unresponsive, injured, or in medical distress, call 911 immediately. Your job is security, not emergency medicine.

Step 2: Notify Your Dispatcher

Before approaching, radio your dispatcher or supervisor to report the situation and your location. This creates a record and ensures someone knows where you are. Follow your company's specific SOPs, some require law enforcement to be called before any direct contact.

Step 3: Approach Safely

• Never approach alone if backup is available.
• Approach from the side or foot end, never from directly behind.
• Maintain a reactionary gap, stay 6–8 feet away until the person is awake and oriented.
• Keep your body at an angle, not squared up, to reduce confrontational body language.
• Have your flashlight visible but not shining directly in their face.

Step 4: Make Verbal Contact

Wake the individual with a calm, clear voice:

"Security. Sir, I need you to wake up. This is a construction site and you cannot be here."

Repeat if needed. Give them a moment to become oriented; a startled, disoriented person is more likely to react unpredictably.

Step 5: Issue a Trespass Warning

Once the individual is awake and responsive:

• Identify yourself as security.
• Clearly state they are on private property and are not authorized to be there.
• Inform them they must leave immediately.
• Point them toward the nearest safe exit.
• Remain calm and professional regardless of their reaction.

Do not make physical contact unless your jurisdiction, your license level, and your company policy explicitly authorize it  and only as a last resort if the person becomes threatening.

Step 6: Escort to the Exit

If the individual is cooperative, calmly escort them to the site exit. Maintain a safe distance behind or beside them. Do not rush them, but keep the interaction moving forward.

Step 7: Call Law Enforcement If Needed

Call police if the individual:

• Refuses to leave
• Becomes verbally or physically aggressive
• Appears to be under the influence and unable to care for themselves
• Is in possession of stolen property or tools from the site

Your role is to contain and report, not to physically force removal in most circumstances.

Step 8: Document Everything

Complete a detailed incident report immediately after, including:

• Time and location of discovery
• Description of the individual
• Condition they were found in
• Actions taken and their responses
• Whether law enforcement was called and any report numbers

A Note on Professionalism

Unhoused individuals are often in vulnerable circumstances. Firm, professional, and respectful treatment is not just good ethics, it reduces the risk of escalation and reflects well on you and your employer. Your job is to secure the site, not to punish anyone for their situation.

Nobody expected Jack Sparrow to last a week patrolling the City District. Then again, nobody expected him to set up a blackjack table outside a Boutique Store either. He had no business being there; no credentials, no references, no discernible respect for authority and yet somehow, on a warm Saturday afternoon, there he was with a freshly shuffled deck of cards, standing on some of the most expensive real estate like he owned every cobblestone of it.

The City Business Improvement District hired him on a whim or so the story goes. Jack showed up to the interview wearing his signature tricorn hat, swaying slightly on the cobblestone outside the management office on Clayton Street, and somehow talked his way into a position that called for professionalism and punctuality. He had none of these things. He got the job anyway.

His first act on duty was to wheel a blackjack table onto the outdoor plaza near Second Avenue.

The boutique owners were furious, briefly. Then something strange happened. The well-heeled shoppers of the city district stopped rushing between Tiffany & Co. and Whole Foods and actually lingered. A couple who had been eyeing a designer handbag they had no intention of buying found themselves sitting across from Jack, losing pleasantly at cards, and forgetting entirely about the bag. By the time they stood up, they had bought it anyway, in a moment of inexplicable good cheer.

Word spread along the strip. Jack's table became the city's most peculiar fixture; part entertainment, part security measure. He had a sharp eye for people who didn't quite fit, a talent for knowing when someone was nervous, and an uncanny ability to insert himself into any situation before it escalated. On one occasion he diffused a heated parking dispute on Fillmore Street simply by challenging both drivers to a hand of blackjack on the hood of a nearby car. Both men left laughing.

His patrol routes baffled the business owners. He seemed to wander aimlessly from the City Shopping Center down to the open-air boutiques, stopping for long conversations, lingering over an espresso at one of the sidewalk cafes on Detroit Street. But somehow nothing ever went wrong on his watch. Shoplifting dropped. Complaints dropped. Foot traffic, inexplicably, went up.

He is not, by any traditional standard, the kind of security guard the city was looking for. But the neighborhood has a way of looking a little more alive when he's on patrol, and the Saturday afternoon crowd has developed a habit of swinging by the plaza just to see if the blackjack table is out.

In one of City's most polished shopping districts, the most memorable thing turns out to be a pirate security guard with a deck of cards.

People ask me what spring feels like as a security guard. I'll tell you exactly what it feels like: it feels like everyone who spent three months hibernating indoors has suddenly rediscovered getting out of the house all at once, at full volume, and somehow made it my problem.

The radios come out. The frisbees appear from nowhere. Someone always tries to sneak a cooler past the gate on the first warm Saturday of the year like I didn't see them do the exact same thing last April. I see you, Gary.

But I'll be honest. There's something about the shift from winter to spring that even a woman in a high-visibility uniform can appreciate. The days get longer, which means my evening rounds end with actual sunlight instead of me squinting into the dark wondering what that noise was. People smile more. They wave. A kid handed me a dandelion last week like it was a formal peace offering. I accepted it with full dignity.

Spring also means the crowds come back; festivals, outdoor events, opening days of every park, venue, and attraction that spent the winter collecting dust. My boots get more mileage in April than they do all of January and February combined. My thermos switches from hot coffee to iced coffee. A woman must adapt.

So here's to the new season. To longer days, warmer evenings, and the eternal optimism of a crowd that genuinely believes this time they'll talk their way past the rope.

They won't. But I admire the spirit.

Nobody ever asked me if I laughed on the job. Security guards aren't supposed to. You stand straight, you watch the doors, you keep the talent separated from the public. That was the rule, anyway. Then they assigned me to Clown Alley, and everything I knew about keeping a straight face went straight out the window.

I worked the backstage corridor at Ringling Bros. and Barnum & Bailey for eleven years, and for seven of those I pulled shifts outside the clown dressing area, what the circus world called Clown Alley. From the outside, it looked like any other backstage hallway. A door, some folding chairs, the smell of greasepaint that never quite left the air. From the inside, I was told, it was a city within a city, thirty or forty performers in various stages of transformation, half-in and half-out of their characters, arguing, rehearsing, playing cards in size-nineteen shoes.

My job was to keep unauthorized people out. Their job, apparently, was to make that as difficult as possible.

The gags started small. A whoopee cushion on my chair. A rubber spider in my coffee cup, I will admit, got me good. Then one morning I arrived for my shift to find my entire station wrapped in newspaper. Chair, radio, clipboard, all of it. Neat as a Christmas present. I never found out who did it. I had my suspicions about eight different people, and they all smiled at me with the exact same innocence.

That was the thing about the clowns that nobody outside the circus ever quite understood. The comedy didn't stop when the greasepaint came off. These were men and women who had spent years studying the craft of making people laugh. They didn't switch it off. They couldn't, really. Or maybe they just didn't want to.

National Let's Laugh Day has always struck me as a little bittersweet, a holiday that asks us to celebrate something we've quietly let go of. Ringling Bros. played its last show in 2017. Clown Alley, that strange and sacred backstage republic, closed with it. The new version of the circus that came back in 2024 has no clowns or animals at all. I don't say that as a criticism. Times change, and tastes change with them.

But I keep a photograph on my desk. It's blurry and it shows about six performers crowded into the hallway, all of them in various states of costume, all of them mid-laugh. I'm in the middle of the shot, standing straight, doing my job. Except if you look closely, you can see it: the laughter in my smile.

"We're all mad here" and in March, we wouldn't have it any other way. Every spring, the wonderland of Women's March Madness descends upon arenas across the country, bringing with it a whirlwind of buzzer-beaters, high emotions, cinderella stories, and crowds as chaotic and colorful as a tea party gone gloriously sideways. But just as the Mad Hatter presides over her impossible table with surprising order beneath the madness, event security quietly keeps the whole fantastical affair from tumbling off the rails.

A Very Important Date: And a Very Important Gate

"No room! No room!" cried the Mad Hatter, but at March Madness, there's always room, provided you have the right credentials. Security teams are the Rabbits of the operation, obsessively punctual and perpetually vigilant, checking tickets, verifying badges, and managing the flow of thousands of wonderstruck fans through the doors. Without them, the tea party becomes a stampede.

Off With the Threats: Protecting Players and Staff

The Queen of Hearts demanded heads. Event security demands something far more reasonable: that athletes, coaches, and staff can move through the venue freely and safely. Secure tunnels, locked locker rooms, and patrolled court perimeters form an invisible moat around the players, ensuring the only battles fought are on the hardwood, not in the hallways.

Curious and Curiouser: Managing the Crowd

March Madness crowds are a curious thing. One moment they are hushed and breathless; the next, a roaring, leaping, foam-finger-waving wonderland. Skilled security personnel are the Cheshire Cats of the arena, appearing exactly where they're needed, diffusing tension with a knowing smile, and disappearing back into the crowd before anyone notices the crisis that almost was.

Mad Doesn't Mean Mayhem

Here's the trick the Hatter always knew: being mad is not the same as being dangerous. The best events feel like beautiful chaos; unpredictable upsets, wild celebrations, underdog triumphs. While underneath, a well-trained security team holds the seams together. Bag checks, active patrols, and de-escalation protocols are the hidden clockwork inside the oversized hat.

The Grandest Tea Party in Sports

Women's March Madness has grown into one of the grandest spectacles in all of sports. Record attendance. Record ratings. A generation of fans falling in love with the game for the very first time. That kind of magic deserves protection and professional event security provides exactly that, ensuring every guest leaves saying not "off with their heads," but "what a wonderful, mad time that was."