Last week I had an appointment with a "client." Later in the day, I received a mass emailing explaining that someone leaving our office had stolen property?! The description matched my John Doe. Get out! I went to a supervisor and together we went downstairs, to security. "You think you know the guy." "Yep, sounds like one of mine..."
We were taken down the security hallway and into the surveillance room. It was the ultimate experience for me. I love to see what is on the other side of a door, or how something works...I want the inside scoop on it all.
Oh my lands! The inside scoop is freaking me out! There were countless monitors all with multiples scenes from within and outside the courthouse. My focus was not on my deviant offender, but instead on the numerous occasions I have adjusted myself, and my undergarments in seemingly "empty" hallways. "Oh my goodness, eh hem, I'm feeling very uncomfortable - you guys have cameras everywhere!" "Ahh, you feel that way now, but if you're ever in a situation when you need help....." I wonder how many ankle and eye rolls security has captured. I wonder if anyone saw me fall down those stairs that one time... no one came to my rescue then. I was relieved to find no images of the bathrooms...I know, I know, but you always wonder.
Since my impromptu tour of big brother's looming watch, I find myself a bit more robotic. With very precise moves. And a temptation to smile for the cameras.
3 comments:
Where in the world do you find this pictures???
Now you have to tell about the see through machine!!!
Did they look at you like they recognized you...like they could place you in the hall that one day doing that one thing???
So now I can't walk around stores and buildings without wondering...Are they watching me?
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