I SPY WITH MY LITTLE EYE...

I began my day at work as usual, trying to organize what was left from the night before. As I walked past an endcap in the music section, I noticed a tag on the floor. For those of you who don't know what I mean, people who steal cds tear the price tag off because it has a sensor under it. Before you log off and run down to the nearest store to do this, finish reading this blog.

I have to admit, I was a little excited (in a private dick sort of way) because what I knew that the thief obviously didn't is there is a camera perched right there. As soon as I had a moment, I went back to our cctv setup in the office and, sure enough, the camera has a perfect view of that area. All I had to do was scan back to when the tag wasn't on the floor and then scan ahead to when it was and then narrow down the time until...GOTCHA! So what do I do with this info now? Well, I saved an image of the 'gentleman's' face and will show it to all the other music employees. The next time he comes, we'll just make sure to find something to do everywhere that he goes.

Like I said, the rush I got was strange. I did feel like a cop investigating a crime. The difference is that I can't do much with the information. It also reminded me that I'm always on camera, which is a little unnerving when you got an itch in a weird spot. Or when really good music is playing and I start dancing around a little. There's no audio on the tape, so I'm sure I look like I'm doing the pee-pee dance.

The moral to this story, if there is one, is never pick your nose or your butt in a public place. You never know what freak is watching you.

Signed, a freak