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It was one crazy Friday at work when, during the start of the first morning meeting, we realised that a video camera which was [initially] screwed on the wall of a room was missing. After frantically asking everyone who was there about the camera and messaging all those who were out of town and getting confirmation that nobody has moved it, we decided to alert Security.

Little did we expect the whole incident to drag on til the end of the day, what with Security asking 837 questions, a police report, policemen coming in, another 9546 questions, the interrogating interviewing of various cleaning staff, having a staff identify, among all the cleaning staff, a suspicious-sounding someone whom only she has seen a couple of times walking around the centre clearing the rubbish, the Investigation Office peeps coming down, the dusting of the room… and amidst all the chaos and madness, we were valiantly trying to continue with the meetings.

One of us: So how much did the video cam cost [as we needed to quote the price in the report]?
Nice Guy [quietly]: Four thousand…
All of us [scream in a perfect chorus]: Whaa..aaaaatttt?!? Four thousand dollars for a video cam??!
Nice Guy [throw up hands]: Well.. it was a special kind of video cam..

The thief stole the cammie without taking the adapter. Oh, and, several of our fingerprints were on the adapter. =/ Goes to show we aren’t cut out to be police. Oh well.

The crime scene, so ‘CSI’, as MD put it. I’d wanted to snap some shots when the police opened their kits and started dusting the place but they could have placed me under arrest for interference of investigations.. or something or something.

s t a r m | s t June 16th, 2006

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