We would leave cheques for the delivery people in the till. One was made out to D.E. - the name of the company. Dunderhead staff member managed to change this to “Dave Edwards” with slightly different coloured ink, endorsed it over to herself and the bank teller wrote her passport number on the cheque as proof of id … After some back and forth with D.E. we figured it out. It was such a bad job I wanted to frame it. I actually felt sad for the woman because it was SO dumb.
Wait. What?
I assume that’s commentary on the frequent rephrasing of “rape victim” into “rape survivor” - emphasizing that you’ve gone past the “victim” stage and are working on (or have succeeded in doing so) getting yourself towards a more ‘normal’ state of mind and being.
Unless other crimes have acquired this distinction, then as a … person who was raped, I give this a WTF?
There was a recent incident in the UK, where a man stole a few hundred quid off his employer. The boss rounded up a few friends, dragged him from his home and placed a placard with “I’m a dirty thief”, or words to that effect on it, then marched him through town to the local cop shop. Typically, upon arrival at said police station, the boss was then arrested for false imprisonment, kidnapping and assault. So, I’d be wary of going down the above route.
I can’t find a link to that story, but after a brief google, I can console you with the fact you are definitely not alone.
Me too.
Especially when they get caught on camera and end up on Cops or one of those Dumbest Criminal shows and I get a good laugh out of it.
Like the one where a guy tried to break into a store using a cinderblock and he throws the block at a window and the window just flexes and tosses it right back at the guy and it hits him in the head. It always puts me into a better mood.
Direct Deposit FTW.
Thanks to modern technology, my paychecks can only be stolen by gigantic corporate leviathans intent on world domination. And with a goal like that, they probably need it more than I do, anyway.
Then ask for the money back and don’t press charges. Give him a mulligan.
We had an agent who arranged to buy a condo through our office. She quit the month before the deal was to close. She then went to the closing, got the commission check made out to our office, added her name to the front of it, and cashed it.
Never mind that I check the computer every month to see our activity. Never mind that the commission check was written on an escrow account from an attorney who keeps very close watch on it. Never mind that half the check was rightfully hers. She wanted the whole damn thing.
I alerted the attorney that she had never turned in the commission check. He called us up when he got a copy of it from the bank. That was the only time in my life I have virtually seen steam coming out of someone’s ears over the phone line.
“She fucked with my escrow check.”
The person in question lost her real estate license (when the story got out, no broker would hire her anyway), and the attorney filed criminal charges. Fucking with anyone’s escrow account is a very bad idea–to save their own butts, they have to prosecute the criminal to the fullest extent of the law.
Just yesterday, I was talking to a friend of mine who owns a small house design business with about 3 to 6 regular employees, depending on the season. He was telling me that he just found out last week that Ken, one of his longest time draftsmen (an affable alcoholic slacker type), had embezzled 10 grand from him over a period of about 18 months. It turns out that he’d found the company chequebook and was writing himself extra paycheques.
My friend is furious, not only at Ken, but at himself for both trusting the guy and not being more careful with his bookkeeping. He immediately fired Ken and banned him from the office but stopped short of calling the cops. His reasoning was that Ken is divorced, doesn’t have a penny to his name, with a family who’s disowned him. He’ll never get any of his money back if Ken lands in jail, so it’s in my friend’s best interest to get him to work off some of his debt.
I was pretty bummed out to hear this because I liked Ken despite his numerous flaws. The loss of the money hurts but what really gets you is the violation of trust. I think that sense of betrayal will last a long time after the debt has been paid off.
Oh, come on. What sort of valuable life lesson is an adult (with a child, no less) going to learn from this? Don’t steal?
I’m pretty sure they already covered that one pretty well.
I worked with someone who sat and talked with me at lunch, after he had gone into my personal belongings earlier in the day and taken the money out of my wallet. It wasn’t much money, but like you say, the sense of betrayal is immense. He sat there, and talked with me to my face with my money in his pocket. It still makes me mad when I think of it. What the hell is wrong with someone who can do something like that?
I don’t understand this reasoning. No, your friend may not get his money back. But Ken is a criminal. He needs to be punished. Letting him get away with it just emboldens him to continue the bad behavior.
Sigh. It has also been used for cancer survivors, abuse survivors…it’s everywhere now to the point that the word “victim” almost seems strange. No offense intended to anyone who survived anything, anywhere, up to and including really big rollercoasters.
And no, I’m not equating rollercoasters with rape.
That’s really gross behavior, featherlou. How did you find out that person stole your money?
Hmm, I guess I can see your point - my brain was fixated on the ‘crimes’ aspect so I wasn’t thinking about the other proliferation. It just stuck out as an odd comment to me.
Completely understandable, and I’m sorry if I came off as snarky. It’s been a long day. 
I’ve got one.
I worked in payroll for a large hospital system a while back.
One day we notice that an admin for one of the departments has been collecting overtime. This is a no-no, as admin staff are not to work overtime hours. All employees are informed of this when they start.
She gave herself 40 hours of overtime a week. Yeah, nobody’s going to notice that.
When we reported her to the authorities they were rather interested. Seems she had been collecting welfare while working for us.
Nitpick: the girlfriend was never arrested, AFAIK, though the cops had initially shown interest in getting her.
The worst part was having to live with that little fuck for six weeks and not say anything while the cops built their case. I never found out what his sentence was, but every last goddamn piece of his mail (including bank statements and tax stuff)* still shows up in our mailbox, so if he’s out of jail (he had four prior felonies), he’s some place where he’s not getting much mail.
*I write “Last time I saw this dumbass, he was on his way to jail” on the letters and hang them out of the mailbox so someone else can deal with them.
Why does it have to be a life lesson? Forgiveness is a powerful and beautiful thing.
Semi-related: we’re dealing with a claim right now by a woman who made $72,000 in salary last year and collected Social Security Disability Insurance.
The most you can earn per month and collect SSD is about $950 - ie., comfortably under $72,000 a year, or $11,400 to be precise.
So the OP can tell the guy he’s forgiven, after he calls the cops.