Hello FPS, I suppose it was time for me to share a tale of a man who's hunger knows no end and has given him quite the reputation in the area I live in.
Before I begin I figured I would share some background information!
This story takes place in the Deep South, in the area of Alabama. I'm a security officer at a high traffic facility. Most of the people working here are in either fit or decent health, there are a couple overweight, but none that border on planet or moon size, except the central character of this story whom we will call Hammy Campbell.
Hammy Campbell hovers around 400-450, we're unsure as any attempts to discover his weight have been met with disastrous results. Campbell is known for bringing grocery bags of food daily. Because of jokes being made he switched to a large duffle bag to conceal the buffet necessary to sustain him for 8 hours, and even this isn't always enough to sate him. He works first shift, which means he doesn't do any of the required physical work of the job(patrols on foot, two miles each, 2-3 a shift) and sits in a chair all day. He claims medical issues and genetics are why he has to eat so much, when anyone inquires about them he promptly derails the subject or gets upset. I used to be friendly to him, I try to be friendly to him, but he keeps doing really greedy things and tries to justify them.
Another character is named Brie. She is a grandmother, she attends college and works full time at our job. She unfortunately has to deal with Hammy Campbell on a daily basis.
And there’s me. An artist working this job to pay the bills till I move back to my home region, the Pacific Northwest.
This story happens during the week of Christmas last year.
I'm working third shift with a Sgt at the main entrance of our facility, it's around midnight when one of the facility foremen brings in a ham, turkey, and box of Christmas themed cookies for security as a thank you for keeping the facilities safe. Since I had brought a sandwich and cheese crackers for lunch I declined(I generally don't like eating food brought in by people I don't know) and told the guy it would be shared with the other guards throughout the day and night shift. We thanked him, and I went and did one of my required on foot patrols.
During our shift we made sure everyone on duty had a chance to get some of the food and cookies. When 1st shift arrived to relieve us, Hammy Campbell of course went wide eyed at what was clearly a tribute to thank him for his hard work. I reminded him that it needs to be shared with all of 1st shift and 2nd shift. He grunts and unloads his duffle bag into the fridge.
When I returned that night, I asked the 2nd shift patrol, Brie, if she liked the cookies. She didn't know what I was talking about so I explained that we were given food to share the prior night and as expected she went off on a rant about Hammy Campbell and how he waddled off with a plate covered in foil earlier. I told our shift leader, he told our site commander, and our site commander said she would address it at our meeting the following week.
Fast forward to next Wednesday. During our usual quarterly safety meeting the site commander brings up the issue of how food ment for the entire team disappeared. I found out later our captain had come by Hammy's post, saw the platters of food, and was able to confirm to the commander that there was plenty to go around.
(Site commander = SC. Hammy Campbell = HC)
SC: "I'd also like to discuss recent happenings. I was informed that food was given to us by one of the sites foremen that was supposed to be shared throughout our crew. I understand all of 3rd shift was able to partake, however no one on 1st or 2nd was given an opportunity."
HC: "I guess 3rd really liked them ham and cookies."
At this point our commander tried to maintain a neutral face while looking in HC's direction and resume her talk, you could tell she was annoyed and wasn’t going to humor him.
SC: "Actually, HC, it is my understanding that there was not only enough for your shift, but also 2nd shift. Do you know what became of the food?"
By now everyone was staring at Hammy Campbell, his face was contorting into an angry sea of rolls.
HC: "There wasn't enough room in the fridge for all that food, so I took it home with me and I was plannin to bring it back the followin day!”
This was bullshit. In the building right beside his assigned post there was a giant refrigerator that all of it could have fit in.
At this point everyone at the meeting rolled their eyes, no one wanted to be there anymore, many of us had plans. Unfortunately Brie had to ask what happened to the cookies and that launched Hammy Campbell into a defensive frenzy.
“I didn’t bring anything with sugar to keep my energy up, I had to eat them or I’d have to spend money at the vending machine!!!” he practically shrieked at her, with the expression on his face you’d think that Brie had said something nasty about his mother. She stared him down, she held this stare until our commander finally decided to end the meeting. While standing up, Hammy Campbell muttered something about old women not needing sugar, Brie heard him but decided not to make a scene.
As myself, Brie, and a few other people left the building we could hear Hammy Campbell wailing about how he needs to eat and have so much sugar so often because of some medical related issues, I was too busy checking my phone at this point to hang around and listen to him defend his actions toward our upper management. I found out from the guy who works first shift with him that people stopped bringing in food during their shift because Hammy Campbell would always devour it all himself or try to sneak it home.
Thankfully I wouldn’t have to deal with him again until late February, unfortunately it was the most aggravating 12 hours at this job I’ve had to endure.
TL;DR: Hammy Campbell ate almost all of the food that was supposed to be for everyone, then took the rest home, and had a fit at our meeting when asked about it.
Submitted May 10, 2015 at 06:37AM by Barayote http://ift.tt/1Ipeqll fatpeoplestories
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