I’m sitting in an IT office surrounded by computers and monitors and peripherals &c. when she comes in. Â She looks like an extra The Maltese Falcon, all skirtsuit, scarf, and sweater. Â The only thing that she is missing is the hat. Â She starts rifling through the items in the office, building a computer more/less right in front of me. Â When I ask what it’s for, she says that she needed a new one at home and she thought that no one would notice. Â I ask if she’s joking and she laughs. Â Like how could I conclude that she isn’t serious about this? Â After another minute or so of telling her to cut it out, I duck out of the office, flag down her supervisor and explain. Â She is fired on the spot. Â With much incredulity, she looks at me, heart-broken and in utter disbelief. Â I suspect that she might fly into a rage and start trashing the place but she is escorted out of the building before anything unsavory can happen.
I go back to work.
Minutes later, another woman comes into my off (the IT office), struggling to fight back tears. Â She is tall and thick-boned, casually dressed and very pretty aside from the tears. Â The woman pulls herself together just enough to explain that she heard about the other woman (that was just fired) and how could I do such a thing. Â It is flabbergasting to me that this would be someone’s first response. Â I explain what happened, terse as I can. Â She was stealing from the company, after all. Â And stealing in a big way. Â How did that make me at fault? Â I try calming her down but she seems only to get more worked up by the minute. Â And I start to wonder if it wouldn’t have been cheaper for us to just let the first woman take the computer in the first place.