Mourning Pete Seeger.
No, not really. He's another one of those important personages that I should really have known about, but didn't until all of the accolades at the time of his death. I spent a lot of the 70's listening to his music and while I enjoyed it's folksy charm as a kid it does tend to grate lightly today.
A lot of the debate around the time of his death concerns just how much of a communist he was. Seems to me his intentions were pure, but like most useful idiots he didn't let details cloud his dreams. Of course, given the recent revelation that the CIA funded Abstract Expressionism it's a good bet he was a useful idiot to them as well, but then again I don't know much about the guy.
Tuesday, February 11, 2014
Monday, February 3, 2014
What Has Chris Been Doing?
I've been fighting crime:
In all my retail years, I've never actually been robbed. Every now and then, twenty or thirty dollars will disappear, but more often than not it somehow finds it's way back. In fact, I'm not so worried about it that when we were $300 short my action was to send a text to the person who went to the bank reminding her to lock her doors because she went home with a bag of change and I'll see you in the morning.
Day two: the cover up begins.
Big oops. The next day no one has the money but I've already reported us coming up even. This is a problem because if we report to loss prevention like we should have, I get put under the spotlight. We'll have to solve this ourselves.
Day three: discovery.
I spent the next day combing through videotape. I notice one of the checkers is acting suspiciously and take detailed notes. ( 14:35:21 suspect looks around suspiciously for no reason is a suspicious manner. There is a whole notebook like this.) Odd thing happens though: we are another $300 short, and it's only happened in the last hour, after I've started counting money in the office. Therefore I roll back the office tape and see the above. Geoffery no! Why did it have to be the black guy?
The back office has a security door, but as in many cases, the door doesn't fit the frame very well and the frame itself is held on by a few finishing nails. Heck, the whole office is a Sheetrock shack with a two foot gap at the top. All you have to do is give the handle a sharp tug and it pops right open.
That kind of let me know he's done this sort of thing before. He knows the weaknesses of doors, and he had the skill to grab an even amount of money. Like most criminals, he lacks smarts in certain areas, like looking up and seeing himself grabbing money on that security monitor in the upper left.
Day four: resolution.
The only thing that saved the situation is that it was now Sunday and he was sleeping in rather than out and spending company money. I was able to wake him up and get him to bring the money back with a combination of threat (Police will be there in ten minutes if you aren't here in that time.) and dealmaking (Bring it back and we say nothing to anyone.) The only sweat situation was that like all of them, he insists that he didn't do it and demands to see the tape. Doing so puts me in a position that sets me up for the perfect sucker punch if he chooses to do so, but he didn't, so whew.
In all my retail years, I've never actually been robbed. Every now and then, twenty or thirty dollars will disappear, but more often than not it somehow finds it's way back. In fact, I'm not so worried about it that when we were $300 short my action was to send a text to the person who went to the bank reminding her to lock her doors because she went home with a bag of change and I'll see you in the morning.
Day two: the cover up begins.
Big oops. The next day no one has the money but I've already reported us coming up even. This is a problem because if we report to loss prevention like we should have, I get put under the spotlight. We'll have to solve this ourselves.
Day three: discovery.
I spent the next day combing through videotape. I notice one of the checkers is acting suspiciously and take detailed notes. ( 14:35:21 suspect looks around suspiciously for no reason is a suspicious manner. There is a whole notebook like this.) Odd thing happens though: we are another $300 short, and it's only happened in the last hour, after I've started counting money in the office. Therefore I roll back the office tape and see the above. Geoffery no! Why did it have to be the black guy?
The back office has a security door, but as in many cases, the door doesn't fit the frame very well and the frame itself is held on by a few finishing nails. Heck, the whole office is a Sheetrock shack with a two foot gap at the top. All you have to do is give the handle a sharp tug and it pops right open.
That kind of let me know he's done this sort of thing before. He knows the weaknesses of doors, and he had the skill to grab an even amount of money. Like most criminals, he lacks smarts in certain areas, like looking up and seeing himself grabbing money on that security monitor in the upper left.
Day four: resolution.
The only thing that saved the situation is that it was now Sunday and he was sleeping in rather than out and spending company money. I was able to wake him up and get him to bring the money back with a combination of threat (Police will be there in ten minutes if you aren't here in that time.) and dealmaking (Bring it back and we say nothing to anyone.) The only sweat situation was that like all of them, he insists that he didn't do it and demands to see the tape. Doing so puts me in a position that sets me up for the perfect sucker punch if he chooses to do so, but he didn't, so whew.
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