Just had an episode at work. While speaking to a coworker I hear this yelling through our security doors in a public area where the bathrooms are located. We are on the 6th floor of a 14 storey. Profanity, threats and the like, this dude sounded upset, as I open the door it's more of a high pitched shrieking, I'm afraid he has cornered a woman in the washroom. My old boss (f'n prick) and I listen in and conclude that this dude is going mental, but that all the voices, languages and profanities were coming from one person.
"F****ng Rocky Balboa, you know he is a tiger, he lives in this place right here, This F****ng place, this floor right here, this place is shit; espensa corata guala tonera ginere saslor" and so on, this he then clarified to himself as loud as possible that he was not spanish or arabic.
So we waited outside to make sure nobody was cornered in a stall or something and the police were called. We waited outside the bathroom to keep tabs on him. Finally the little puke emerges, with the sinks overflowing the toilets stuffed with hand towels and the dipensers and garbages laying in ruins on the floor.
Young kid, not terribly threatening emerges quiet and calm. Arsehole asks: "everything ok?" he replies: "Yep! and yourself?" He hits the elevator button and makes small chat like a normal human. I head down the stairs to keep an eye on him (our Security people are at a meeting in Ottawa and the commissionaire girls weigh a buck eighty between them both). The young man heads out of the building and over the wall to the railroad tracks and starts walking along.
Turns out this kid had been terrorizing the building for 2 hours, removing security cameras from their perches, trashing washrooms etc...
As far as we know he is with the police speaking some kinda language to whoever will listen. Nutbar!
Side note: Gamma is pissed at me for going anywhere near the scene. Sorry Gamma.
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