The sad thing is, this guy may be a real mall ninja. I only read about 1/4 of the posts before PTSD started to set in. I have had a lot of crap jobs over my life, but mall security was the worst. I worked it the summer between freshman and sophomore year in college. In my naivety I thought that I would be paid to walk around the mall all day and enjoy the pretty girls in summer clothes. True as far as it went. What I didn't factor in were my co-workers.My bosses were ok, an ex-marine sergant and an ex-cop. To a man though, the rest were BS artists who had read every issue of Soldier of Fortune and masturbated to posters of Hathcock. Either that or just bitter guys in their 40's that had been laid off or divorced. It was enough to make you laugh or use a "tactical" folding chair to give someone a reality check. A story of a gunfight with uzis using a steel brief case for cover was my personal favorite. A very scary, but amusing in retrospect, experience.
FQ13 who fears the mall cops more than the carjackers