So we got a call in the dark of the morn...
...from the mate's office opener. This is not entirely odd: early morning calls are semi-common in the paratransit industry. People call off, cars break down, recently there was a problem with the company filling station not wanting to accept the fleet card.
Today, however, was special. Because the problem was that she couldn't find any of the tablet computers that the company now uses in place of paper manifests to direct drivers to their scheduled assignments. Usually these are laid out on the dispatcher's desk in their charging docks. Today those tablets, the docks, and the power strips they were plugged into were not on the dispatch desk. Nor were they in the break room or Anthony's office. A call to the evening dispatcher confirms that all but two of the tablets were turned in and set up to charge when he left, the only two being the tablets in the possession of the drivers doing the latest afternoon runs, who just kept them on to charge in their vehicles at the end of the day.
The long and short of it? The office was robbed of $4500 dollars in equipment, ten bucks in cash, and all the food belonging to the workers and the office staff stored in the break room cabinets. Even better? No signs of forced entry -- the office is on the second floor of the building with no meaningful ground access to the windows, unlike the old place in the riverside complex -- and the doors were not forced. EVEN BETTER? Anthony is informed THIS MORNING by the office manager that three other offices in the building have been robbed in the last month -- the photography place directly across from MainLine's office was completely cleaned out -- NONE of which had any signs of forced entry. Which basically means that somebody with master keys for all the suites, which argues someone on the building management or janitorial staff has been robbing the building.
Which, again, the building manager elected not to mention to Anthony until THIS MORNING.
Oh, yeah. 2012 is going to fuck with us until the end.
Today, however, was special. Because the problem was that she couldn't find any of the tablet computers that the company now uses in place of paper manifests to direct drivers to their scheduled assignments. Usually these are laid out on the dispatcher's desk in their charging docks. Today those tablets, the docks, and the power strips they were plugged into were not on the dispatch desk. Nor were they in the break room or Anthony's office. A call to the evening dispatcher confirms that all but two of the tablets were turned in and set up to charge when he left, the only two being the tablets in the possession of the drivers doing the latest afternoon runs, who just kept them on to charge in their vehicles at the end of the day.
The long and short of it? The office was robbed of $4500 dollars in equipment, ten bucks in cash, and all the food belonging to the workers and the office staff stored in the break room cabinets. Even better? No signs of forced entry -- the office is on the second floor of the building with no meaningful ground access to the windows, unlike the old place in the riverside complex -- and the doors were not forced. EVEN BETTER? Anthony is informed THIS MORNING by the office manager that three other offices in the building have been robbed in the last month -- the photography place directly across from MainLine's office was completely cleaned out -- NONE of which had any signs of forced entry. Which basically means that somebody with master keys for all the suites, which argues someone on the building management or janitorial staff has been robbing the building.
Which, again, the building manager elected not to mention to Anthony until THIS MORNING.
Oh, yeah. 2012 is going to fuck with us until the end.