Money. Money. Money. Money. Money.
Christ. When I had my business, early on, an employee stole checks from toward the back of the company checkbook and cashed a few checks for a few hundred. Forged signatures, but not enough for jail time.
Another employee made a zillion long-distance phone calls (all over this continent as well as most of Europe) when my partner and I went out for lunch.
I knew nothing about employees stealing from me. I would never have thought of stealing. As I heard
Drink. Drink. Drink. Drink. Drink.
End of that story.
from All Drinking Aside (Rough Draft, Day 75)
One word: Karma
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