Just several months before I had a psychotic break and went into my first psyche ward I was a security guard. Let me tell you folks, if you are paranoid you do not want to be a security guard. I worked the graveyard shift and it was my job to guard industrial parks in Silicon Valley that were still being constructed. They were future electronics firms buildings that were half built. It was me sitting alone in my car all night on an acre of land making sure thieves didn’t come and steal lumber, or panes of glass and other building materials and to chase off vandals.
What the hell was I thinking by taking that job? I was paranoid and scared sh*itless the majority of the time. I thought somebody going to sneak up and attack me from behind. The fear got so overwhelming that I just gave up and parked my car and got in the backseat and went to sleep. I didn’t care. They were paying me peanuts and I didn’t like my boss.
Finally one night I had had enough. I was on duty and I gave up and I drove home half-way through my shift to my parents apartment. It was about 3:00 am and when I got home my dad woke up and asked me what was I doing. I told him, “I quit”, but he wouldn’t allow it. He made me go back to work. He had a great work ethic and quitting a job in the middle of a shift was foreign to him, so back I went. But I quit a week later. Man, I hated that job.