And away we go......

So I actually started this blog page several months ago after reading http://www.waiterrant.net/ but (obviously) have not written anything until today. Why? Well, for starters, I struggled with how to write it and what to include. For those of you who are part of the Loss Prevention team at some store in somewhere USA you know that privacy and liability are major aspects of our job. I spent some time trying to figure out how to walk the fine line between being entertaining and keeping my butt out of the proverbial sling. Not only did I worry about the legal ramifications of this blog but I was also concerned with what I should and should not reveal.
Earlier today I ended up reading some jaded former LP person's blog regarding their time as LP for a large department store and it spurred me to start today. The aforementioned LP blogger stated right at the top that they had no problem revealing any hints, secrets or tips to those who would use them to improve their stealing tactics. Yes, you read that right. To be honest, it really made me angry.
Guess what? That is NOT me. I will not be revealing anything I consider to be damaging to the LP industry.

I'm not much of a writer but here goes:

I started in Loss Prevention almost two years ago. It started as an accident. I didn't even know such a position existed! I was working Mall Security trying to get some experience for my resume as I planned on becoming a corrections officer but they weren't fond of my resume the first time around. Well, that and the fact that I failed the interview with flying colors. Apparently insulting the Warden during the interview isn't a smart thing to do (although the other individual on the interview panel looked like he found it hilarious). A LP manager for Store X happened to have noticed me in the mall and liked that I wasn't afraid to approach people. (Between you and me I'm always afraid but you can not let the fear cripple you. Just let it make you aware) LP Manager offered me the job of LP Detective for $.50 more an hour and I didn't have to wear that stupid Mall Security uniform anymore? Hot damn; SOLD!
Turns out... I was pretty good at 'spot the shoplifter'. I worked with two great guys for nearly a year when love took me from the city out to the middle of nowhere cow country USA. Let me tell you, I miss those exciting door hit days. Now days I get teenie boppers, grandmothers, and run over small woodland creatures on my way home. I work alone, all floor work, no cameras.

The rest as they say, is history.