Blockbuster's
I'm from Liverpool and worked in a Blockbuster's in Walton (near the football grounds). Now whenever people accuse me of being a thief purely for being scouse, I defend my city to the death, but my job in Blockbuster proved them right so many times. We had a few regular thieves who were pretty funny in the way they went about it. We had a duo who'd rob vhs tapes (in the case on the shelf? In Liverpool? Crazy!)His mate'd try and distract us about a foot away from the crime scene. We let them rob them because head office told us to get rid of vhs because dvd was becoming more dominant. Another guy robbed the bags of sweets almost every day. He'd storm in, grab a whole shelf and walk out. But not before saying 'sorry' to the staff. So yeah, witnessed quite a few crimes, but to be honest, Blockbuster's a massive company and, as one theif pointed out, they've got insurance for stuff like this (as he was walking out with an armful of rolos). Me and my best mate quit that job after 3 years, the afternoon before it was professionally done over. Phone lines cut, safe blown open, the lot. We heard about it the next day and went down to investigate to find our ex-manager asking 'What the fuck are you doing here?'. We went upstairs to see the safe blown up because we'd never seen anything like that before. It was quality! And on top of the safe was a very very very slightly singed fiver. All of us in the car afterwards said something along the lines of, 'see that fiver on top? Reckon you could still use that.' Turns out the manager thought it was us until I pointed out that both me and my mate still had our shop keys and knew the alarm and safe codes. Still think about that fiver. It could've changed my life
(Visionaryofthe1980s www.myspace.com/visionariesofthe1980s, Thu 14 Feb 2008, 13:23, 1 reply)

I worked for Blockbusters for a while as well
and you'd see the thieving scum try their luck at my store as well. None of us staff really cared as we were all students, so just wanted the shift to end so we could get back down the pub. One day three guys came in eyeing up the playstation 2's in the locked glass cabinet, asked us to open it to take a closer look. I obliged, he looked at it, smiled and then left.

A couple of days later, the three same guys came in on a busy shift, unscrewed the 8ft glass cabinet and walked out with 5 ps2's, controllers, assorted memory cards and the top ten games.

The gormless shift manager didn't even notice until we pointed out the glaringly clean patch of carpet that was left.
( fuck shit up the best you never had, Thu 14 Feb 2008, 13:39, closed)