Security Camera

Something is happening in my apartment building. The management has become security-conscious. Earlier this month, they installed a boxy security camera in the lobby. There are shiny foil signs on the doors now that warn you that you are under surveillance. And the lights outside the side entrance are working, too, for the first time in at least 5 years.
I like the lights, but the security camera bothers me. I do not like being watched as I come and go and get my mail from the bank of mailboxes. It is creepy. I give the camera the finger occasionally as I go by, or stick out my tongue, or just walk underneath it so it can’t see me , but as Tod said, ‘Hey, don’t do that. They will know to blame us when the wires get cut.” As if.
Maybe we need to be watched. The building has been burgled at least three times – a big heist in 2003 and in 2005 there were two incidents in my own apartment. Maybe there was another theft. I want to ask the manager, but I know it is pointless. They will evade the question as they usually do when there is a problem with the building.
So I will just have to keep venting my ire fingerwise at whoever watches the tapes.