Fraud at work.

[Newman Noggs]

Nice to know karma exists

I promise you that, in fraud, it certainly does.

And it's not just that, imagine a life where you can't trust a soul (there's no such thing as "honour amongst thieves") and/or where you are permanently on edge about getting caught. And people say "I'd do a couple if years inside for a million quid"- well I wouldn't. A lot can happen in a couple of years of your life. Then you've got to get a job and pick up the shreds of your life before. And my experience is that the average fraudster never puts what they steal away, they blow it on cars and holidays and the trappings of wealth.

 

[sir baconface]

That’s a good enough description for me to go lie down in a dark room for 5 minutes.

To be fair, names like Doris and Barbara didn’t raise my hopes in the first place. And Kevin the Sales Manager is probably either a rag or a kiddy fiddler...possibly both.

 

[blue b4 the moon]

When I was a youngish Civil Servant in the 80's amongst my jobs was being the finance clerk, a woman of a job but the bonus was in those non-pc days all the girls would come in and if the safe was open the door had to be locked hehe.

Anyway I digress, I was told a story by someone who I respect greatly about one of the Nottingham offices. To set the scene whenever there was a change of finance clerk a mini audit was always done, petty cash, milk tokens & giros. Now back in the 80's there were literally thousands of blank giros kept in the safe in blocks of 500 wrapped in brown paper & sealed with wax. When doing an changeover of clerk as the packages were sealed and would have taken forever to open & re-seal they would just be taken out of the safe and counted as 500 in each one, any with a broken seal would be opened & sealed again. Now at the time I worked at a small site & we had 10,000+ of these giros in the safe with a value 'not to exceed £150' on them. The seal & wax would be held by the finance supervisor.

The national auditor team walked into the Nottingham office unannounced one morning, the finance clerk said she needed the toilet before starting dealing with them....both her and the supervisor were never seen again. They'd been sealing blank paper in the packages and writing/cashing giros for years. From what was missing they'd probably had around £600k, I'm sure the very top brass knew but it was never public knowledge.

Never made the press wonder why. Shortly afterwards all blank giros apart from the open packs were kept at the bank.

 

[Marlo]

Small time stuff, but indicative of the times. Round about 1970, I worked for a large printing company.
SOGAT, NGA, and NATSOPA were the major unions in that trade and they controlled everything. They told the bosses what to do and they obeyed. In the print shops, there were three guys in control, the Number 1 printer, the Number 2 and an apprentice, Number three. Each Friday a guy from the office came in to pay these three. But there were four pay packets. Nos 1 and 2 split the fourth packet and gave the No 3 a small amount to bring him into the fold.
And, I kid you not, the fourth pay packet was in the name of M. Mouse.
Management knew, of course, but any action would have resulted in a strike, no to mention a heavy screw driver chucked into the print mechanism.

My first job when I was 18 was in a bank dispatch. I won't say the name but they went to the wall big time during the last crash. Anyway what you described there was the same, the union had them by the balls but were crooked as fuck. The list of scams they came up with was amazing, often we would work in pairs, 12 hour shifts, then you would swap with the next team. But if one member of the handover team was to call in sick, then someone could "reluctantly" stay behind for 2.5 times the rate. This would go on like pass the parcel and was unbelievably organised and coordinated. The union also controlled the clothing allowances 1500 for the year not so much as a t-shirt bought.

Jobs invented on the spot and shop stewards sons brought in despite been completely unable to do the role. In the department across the yard from us was the incinerator where old bank notes used to be destroyed, 4 lads in charge there 3 went to prison for pocketing old tatty notes. That place was like the wild west.

 

[Phil1]

Nice to know karma exists

I love the idea that Karma for skimming a few quid includes blowing your own brains out and spending the rest of your days in a vegetive state.
Your days as a headmaster must have been a reign of fear and terror for the poor kids! Haha!

 

[Trevor Morley's Tache]

To be fair, names like Doris and Barbara didn’t raise my hopes in the first place. And Kevin the Sales Manager is probably either a rag or a kiddy fiddler...possibly both.

He was a genuine Alty fan. Can't comment on whether or not he was a kiddy fiddler though.