| How To Deal With Things That
Crash In The Night - Surveillance Article
Megan brushed her palm against the
shiny stainless steel door on her new walk-in fridge. She was only a
few days away from opening her very own restaurant. It had been more
than a few years since
she graduated from culinary school, and she had proven herself in
some pretty tough kitchens over the years. Now, she thought, it was
her time to shine.
She used her savings to renovate an abandoned gas station on the
fringe of town. Even though she couldn't rely on downtown foot
traffic like her competitors did, she figured that her four star
cooking and the free parking would coax folks away from the city for
a fine meal.
Now that the walls were painted and the equipment was in place, she
could finish training her new team in time for their grand opening
in two weeks. As Megan reached over to turn out the
lights, she heard a crash. Startled, she called out, "Hello? Who's
there?"
Megan paced over to the center workstation and unsheathed the
biggest knife she could find. She leveled it in her hand as she
crept toward the back door. In a move that would make most FBI
instructors proud, she kicked open the service entrance door,
crouching behind the firewall. Nothing moved, and took a long, deep
breath of fresh air.
The next morning, she railed at her realtor on the telephone.
"What's going to happen to my business if I've got to worry about
someone coming through the back door to rob us blind?"
Fortunately, Megan's realtor had heard it all before, and suggested
a practical solution. She told Megan about a Four Camera
Surveillance System that included four color cameras, a 4
channel DVR, a 17 inch LCD monitor and all necessary cables. The
cameras would capture anything suspicious
and record directly to the DVR.
The night of Megan's grand opening was a huge success, and she had
rested a little easier once the Outdoor Motion Alarm System
was watching over the restaurant. As she prepared to close up
for the night, she heard that same crashing sound one more time.
Instead of reaching for a sharp object, she swiveled to face the
monitor. Instead of seeing a thief or a looter, she saw a big, fat,
black cat hustling away from the dumpster.
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