I like my job. I really do. I enjoy watching the different people who wander through the stores, regardless of whether or not they actually do anything. But when I have to stop people, that is when I see the not-so-fun side.
I stopped a developmentally disabled person the other day. An employee told me they suspected the person had shoplifted before. I followed them and sure enough. This person did not initially cooperate and even tried to leave with some of the shoplifted merchandise. An employee stepped in and helped me escort the person back into the office. I then had to call the police since the person had no identification on them, nor did they know their address or phone number. Fortunately, they were able to show the responding officer where they lived. Not a fun stop, by any means, but hopefully a needed wake-up call to the person’s family.
I mentioned in my last post about work that I had not had any runners. Well, that has changed. I now have three under my belt. Two had accomplices and/or friends with them, and I have no interest in taking on more than one person. The third took off after an extended conversation in which they all but admitted the police would be interested in them if called. Since they walked out of the store with over $100 in merchandise, I would have had to call the police. At least I recovered a bunch of what they shoplifted, though.
I had someone last week who had warrants out for their arrest. One of my co-workers called me last night to tell me he had stopped this person months ago. I should not be surprised that people do not learn, but if a person knows they have warrants out for their arrest, why would they risk getting caught doing something stupid?
It has been an interest couple of weeks. Looking forward to learning more and getting more comfortable with the job. It will take time.