Oy. So now somebody's been stealing from me and I have to replace my camera (although I'm actually a little glad, the one I had was only a 2MP and we're going up to 5 with a fuckload more control, so my new pics should look 10 times better than the old ones.... as soon as we can actually get ahold of one).
But returning to my point, the very next day at VS while I'm still seething about this, I get accused of stealing.
Yup. I got this awful phone call from Home Office as soon as I started work, with the whole, "we're on your side, we're going to be very nice to you, unless you lie to us" shit. He basically said "We know what you did, we just want to know why." Which is bullshit, because I've never stolen a goddamn thing in my ENTIRE life. Then said he couldn't release any kind of information on what evidence he had, even if they decide to terminate me. He also said the whole thing was very hush-hush so no one in the store knows I'm under suspition, although since I'm outraged, I've been telling everyone and their brother outside of work what ten kinds of fucked up this is. If they fire me, I'm totally suing all their asses.
Yeah, he also told me that the whole store (except "sensitive" areas like the dressing rooms) is under hidden camera surveillance-- cameras that nobody except the geniuses at Home Office knows where they are and what they record. This, coupled with the fact that I found out companies recruit people to advertise their product by word-of-mouth to their friends, has made me incredibly paranoid. So not only am I-- and the rest of you-- being constantly observed by complete strangers, I can't even trust my friends' opinions on shit anymore.
Much badness, and my political beliefs slide another inch towards anarchy.
In other news, HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!! I went out last night, had much much fun and got hit on... a lot.
But I can't tell you what my costume was. 
Still.
But returning to my point, the very next day at VS while I'm still seething about this, I get accused of stealing.
Yup. I got this awful phone call from Home Office as soon as I started work, with the whole, "we're on your side, we're going to be very nice to you, unless you lie to us" shit. He basically said "We know what you did, we just want to know why." Which is bullshit, because I've never stolen a goddamn thing in my ENTIRE life. Then said he couldn't release any kind of information on what evidence he had, even if they decide to terminate me. He also said the whole thing was very hush-hush so no one in the store knows I'm under suspition, although since I'm outraged, I've been telling everyone and their brother outside of work what ten kinds of fucked up this is. If they fire me, I'm totally suing all their asses.
Yeah, he also told me that the whole store (except "sensitive" areas like the dressing rooms) is under hidden camera surveillance-- cameras that nobody except the geniuses at Home Office knows where they are and what they record. This, coupled with the fact that I found out companies recruit people to advertise their product by word-of-mouth to their friends, has made me incredibly paranoid. So not only am I-- and the rest of you-- being constantly observed by complete strangers, I can't even trust my friends' opinions on shit anymore.
Much badness, and my political beliefs slide another inch towards anarchy.
In other news, HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!! I went out last night, had much much fun and got hit on... a lot.
But I can't tell you what my costume was. Still.VIEW 7 of 7 COMMENTS
Let me at 'em. I know karate.
Not really, but I'll still beat them up... with my super intellect. Or something.