Solitary Confinement
Sep. 2nd, 2008 10:52 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
waitingmanSo, tomorrow marks nine days in a row at Debtors Prison. Which basically means I've had one day off since I returned from my holiday... which was only six days long, but felt like less, because four days in, I started getting text messages about my missing co-worker, the Alpha-est of Males. He decided that since I was going on holiday, so would he.
With the delivery ute.
So, I'm in Melbourne on photographic safari/brain-cleansing time & people one thousand kilometres away are... oh you all get the picture...
Suffice to say the journey northwards was taken with increasing anxiety & therefore reluctance during & after each phone call from the Powers That Shouldn't Be. It's been a s$%tfight since I got back, even with the mysterious re-appearance of the company car last week after 9 days (apparently after an SMS threat of police involvement), but I still haven't heard from him & now don't expect to. Other things from around the Prison have gone on holiday too, including a set of keys with alarm buttons...
Which makes the events of late last week muddier. I wuz robbed.
Well actually, Debtors Prison had its till cleaned out while I was either on the upper or lower floors, so not me personally, but it was done on my watch... or after hours, while I was the sole inmate, so... you know... it's personal. Random thief or employee suffering from FITH* Syndrome ~ you be the judge.
More fun has been had with the computer that controls/records the security cameras. It only plays back what I want to see when it feels like it ~ which isn't when I feel like it & the whole system is housed, on the floor, at the end of a 3m alcove not much wider than my shoulders. Given that, as mentioned, I'm the sole inmate at present, co-ordinating my available monitoring time with the system's catch-as-catch-can attitude to playback has been a hair-pulling barrel of laughs. And a pain in the neck... back... knees... brain.
Add to that... I still haven't seen anything on camera that could prove beyond doubt that it wasn't me that took nearly $1000 cash. All I know for certain is that it wasn't me ~ otherwise I wouldn't be in the dire financial straits I've been in since ObluV8 ate my tax return. And I'm still trying to run/secure a three-storey showroom/warehouse on my own...
*FITH: Fucked In The Head.
Wah... wah... waaahh!!.
With the delivery ute.
So, I'm in Melbourne on photographic safari/brain-cleansing time & people one thousand kilometres away are... oh you all get the picture...
Suffice to say the journey northwards was taken with increasing anxiety & therefore reluctance during & after each phone call from the Powers That Shouldn't Be. It's been a s$%tfight since I got back, even with the mysterious re-appearance of the company car last week after 9 days (apparently after an SMS threat of police involvement), but I still haven't heard from him & now don't expect to. Other things from around the Prison have gone on holiday too, including a set of keys with alarm buttons...
Which makes the events of late last week muddier. I wuz robbed.
Well actually, Debtors Prison had its till cleaned out while I was either on the upper or lower floors, so not me personally, but it was done on my watch... or after hours, while I was the sole inmate, so... you know... it's personal. Random thief or employee suffering from FITH* Syndrome ~ you be the judge.
More fun has been had with the computer that controls/records the security cameras. It only plays back what I want to see when it feels like it ~ which isn't when I feel like it & the whole system is housed, on the floor, at the end of a 3m alcove not much wider than my shoulders. Given that, as mentioned, I'm the sole inmate at present, co-ordinating my available monitoring time with the system's catch-as-catch-can attitude to playback has been a hair-pulling barrel of laughs. And a pain in the neck... back... knees... brain.
Add to that... I still haven't seen anything on camera that could prove beyond doubt that it wasn't me that took nearly $1000 cash. All I know for certain is that it wasn't me ~ otherwise I wouldn't be in the dire financial straits I've been in since ObluV8 ate my tax return. And I'm still trying to run/secure a three-storey showroom/warehouse on my own...
*FITH: Fucked In The Head.
Wah... wah... waaahh!!.
