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There's stealin' at work, then there's stealin'.

One of my team came to me and said someone snagged the iPod he left at his desk overnight. "What's more," he said, "it was hidden behind some books on the shelf, INSIDE a small box with some shit on top of it." He then added, "whoever snagged it had to look for it." My first thought was, "that fucker. I hate thieves." Second was, "you dumbass. Don't bring anything to work you'd be painfully and unwillingly parted from."

A day later I got some email that said "someone stole my PSP ... watch out!" It went on to explain that it happened in the time between when he went home the previous night and when he got to work in the am. The wee electronic device was secreted away at their workspace and the thief clearly had to search for it. As that had just happened to one of my guys, I thought about it for a second. The perpetrator had ACCESS and TIME. Access to be in the "secure" place he was in and to look as though he belonged there; and time to look around. The only people that had access and time at that time of night and early morning, sadly, are the custodial crew and the security guards. I didn't really care for this conclusion, because people in those roles are often hard, honest workers without a lot of options ... underdogs. Being a Chicago Cubs fan, I'm a natural supporter of underdogs.

The company's administrators sacked the custodial crew and the security guards. Then replaced them.

Then, as I said before, there's stealin'.

I worked at a joint in Chicago where we did a gawdawful lot of McDonald's commercials. Mostly effects-heavy "Ronald" spots and such. We had a ton of clients up in one of our sound suites supervising the audio mix for Happy Meal spots and they had brought along several full-color, full-sized prototypes of the new Happy Meal boxes. This "comp packaging," as it's called, is one-of-a-kind, unique, professionally constructed and therefore very, very expensive. Trouble is, it looks like a goddamned Happy Meal box. So, naturally when the asshole clients fucked off for the night, and left behind their comp packaging, the cleaning crew did their jobs and chucked out the empty Happy Meal boxes. The clients returned in the am. Heads rolled in the pm. Sad.

So there's stealin' at work, and then there's stealin'. Result's the same.

Tonight - Homestead.



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