... This job is so boring. I do nothing but write in my notebook, fill it with my thoughts, but sometimes I must amuse myself. I have been stealing from the security... like thick-skulled dogs, they are. Last week I took a watch, but they paid no notice. I am nothing to them. Just the strange man with his notebook.
I was listening to the night guard, Jobal. A disgusting creature, and a creature of habit. I heard him on the phone -- talking to that cow of a girlfriend -- and he told her his bank account number. I almost got his PIN as well, but a passing train drowned him out. I do not know the last number. I will try again when he is on shift next week.
He will be surprised when all his money is gone, and they will not suspect me...