…I’ve closed the lantern, find your own way back home.

Well, today has been… interesting to say the least. The arrogant little tosser, let’s give him the hypothetical name of Tom, actually turned up for his investigation interview literally as I was just typing up the letter to send to him saying that because he’d not turned up we’d be making a decision in lieu of him being there.

I get ready to note take and the other manager grabs his list of questions. Before we start he says can I just say something first. Yes, sure. “I know why I’m here and I admit to everything I’ve done there’s no condoning that but I thought you’d just like to hear why I did it?” We stare blank faces in our best bad cop, bad cop routine. “It’s because I don’t respect the company, because I don’t think the company respects it’s staff.” So, that’s the reason you think it’s okay to dip your hand into the till? Right.

Anyways, we continue with questions and he basically admits to everything and we don’t need to show him any of the CCTV footage lovingly collected two weeks prior and sitting in the DVD drive of the computer. Damn, ’cause he looks so good in it! His attitude is starting to really piss me off and I break my supposed silence as a notetaker a couple of times due to me almost foaming at the mouth. So, you’re caught on CCTV taking a fiver out of the till, did you take £5? “Yes” Why? “I don’t know, it’s not like I need the money, I just don’t respect the company.” I called an adjournment because we were originally going to sack him and not get the police involved as really we didn’t have a shed ton of hard theft evidence, more lots of evidence of not following company policy.

Whilst we’re out of the room I tell the other manager that I don’t care anymore that he’s only 16. He’s running rings around us because he thinks he’s above us and that he doesn’t think we’ll do anything. So I ask him to add in that we will be looking to prosecute and are seeking Police advice currently.

When we return we explain what will happen next and summarise it up and then tell him that we’re actually getting the Police involved as this is a criminal offence. His face drops at that point and as he’s leaving I shoot him a look which is the first time he’s actually looked me in the eyes. In your face, biatch.

Later in the afternoon I actually ran into one of the Airport police dudes and just went through it all and he’s agreed to come back tomorrow and will at least visit his house to get the message across that breaking the law is not a trivial thing, even if you don’t respect the company. As I said to the Police I’m not hugely interested in getting a conviction or the fact he stole from me anymore, that’s been done. I’m more interested in wiping the smug little grin off the bastards face. And I know he’s not told his “upper class spoon feeding parents” and I think a visit from a man in a yellow coat would be much more effective at grounding the little git.

I also caught the “Flake Moments” shoplifter today who’s been plaguing our stores for the past couple of weekends. He was just your regular smack head smelling of piss, although quite a bit older than your average junkie, around 50ish. But they’re all the same in that when confronted (even by Michelle our little pixie of a member of staff) they panic. So when I got him in the other shop he finally gave up the game, for today and went sniffing fag ends outside. So all round been a weekend spent full of kicking the asses of thieves. Joy.

In other, not theft, news it snowed this morning and it was B-E-A-U-tiful. The sky was perfect blue and the ground was perfect white and I vandalised some poor soul’s car…

And now I’m going to cook a Fray Bentos pie. Yum! If I’ve configured my blog/Facebook correctly all my BuhSnarf.net posts should also appear (not in the best formatting in the world, mind) on my Facebook page too?

shouldn’t of ate that large bar of choc
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