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Well, Shit.
Jan. 24th, 2006 12:37 amGuess who got home from work at 11.45pm? (And lives less than 5 minutes away) Me!
Guess who's resigning tomorrow? Me!
Want to know the whole story? Well I'll tell you.
Tonight, the store was robbed. They took $150 (the float) from the counter. I'm actually writing this down so I can remember if I have to tell the Police what happened again, but also because it's fairly noteworthy, and I'm feeling far too stressed and angry and sick to sleep.
So anyway, over the past month we've been having a lot of trouble with Theft. A group of about EIGHT Aboriginal men come into the store and steal stuff. On sunday, they came in and threatened Jess, another staff member, who resigned that afternoon.
Today, they actually came into the store about 5 times, but only thrice while I was there. The first time, this bitch-girl (she really, really is) tried to steal a packet of Burger Rings. Feeling brave, I said "Are you going to pay for that?" she said something like "Fuck off" and I said "Put it back, I saw you take it," or something, and then some guy told her to. They left. That was about 6pm - there were other people in the store and it was quite light outside, and there were three staff on - myself, Matt, and Jaimie.
The next time, it was after 8pm, when Jaimie leaves, and there was nobody else in the store. The eight guys came in again, this time with a bike chain and a plank of wood, talking to each other about what it'd do to a person and about how tough they all were. They didn't do anything, but they circled the counter where Matt and I were and were very threatening. Just before this, I'd started doing money stuff - made up the float and took out money to do a drop. They must have seen the float money before I put it in the calico bag on the till-counter. This part was really rather frightening. Neither Matt nor I said anything to them, and they eventually left, and we couldn't see them anymore.
So, we started putting away the last of the movies, and had both left the counter for like 10 seconds, and I was heading back when Isaw two of them running out the door. I locked the door after them and then realised they must have taken the float... which is $150. This isn't actually what bothers me, what bothers me is that there's no security cameras, which the Police Lady I spoke to (we called the Police and made a report, naturally) said they really can't do anything much without video footage of them stealing stuff - it's literally our word against theirs, and when they're all liars and theives it's difficult to do anything. She also pointed out how unsafe the store was in general, which didn't surprise me.
Then, I said to David, who'd come down to help after we called John and Colleen about the theft, that I didn't want to do Thursday night, because that's 4-10 and I don't want to have to deal with closing again. He sort of rolled his eyes and said in an annoyed voice that he'd look at doing something about it, which really fucking pissed me off, and made me decide "Right. Fuck it. I'm out." I didn't tell him, I'm going to speak to John tomorrow, but not after informing Video Ezy Head Office of the gross inadequacies of the Midland store.
So I might not have a job anymore - even though it's an inconvenience, the job is not worth getting hurt or worse. As the officer said - one day they will come in with guns, because they know there is no security in the store, and it makes it easy for them to get away with it. It's happened before - an armed hold-up - and fucked if I'm going to be the one that it happens to next.
I'm pretty angry actually, but yeah, still feeling sick and shaky and terrified. Mainly because I live in Midland, across the road from the store, and they live near me. I don't want to be any sort of target. So I'm not working there ever again.
I am video ezy girl no more.
Guess who's resigning tomorrow? Me!
Want to know the whole story? Well I'll tell you.
Tonight, the store was robbed. They took $150 (the float) from the counter. I'm actually writing this down so I can remember if I have to tell the Police what happened again, but also because it's fairly noteworthy, and I'm feeling far too stressed and angry and sick to sleep.
So anyway, over the past month we've been having a lot of trouble with Theft. A group of about EIGHT Aboriginal men come into the store and steal stuff. On sunday, they came in and threatened Jess, another staff member, who resigned that afternoon.
Today, they actually came into the store about 5 times, but only thrice while I was there. The first time, this bitch-girl (she really, really is) tried to steal a packet of Burger Rings. Feeling brave, I said "Are you going to pay for that?" she said something like "Fuck off" and I said "Put it back, I saw you take it," or something, and then some guy told her to. They left. That was about 6pm - there were other people in the store and it was quite light outside, and there were three staff on - myself, Matt, and Jaimie.
The next time, it was after 8pm, when Jaimie leaves, and there was nobody else in the store. The eight guys came in again, this time with a bike chain and a plank of wood, talking to each other about what it'd do to a person and about how tough they all were. They didn't do anything, but they circled the counter where Matt and I were and were very threatening. Just before this, I'd started doing money stuff - made up the float and took out money to do a drop. They must have seen the float money before I put it in the calico bag on the till-counter. This part was really rather frightening. Neither Matt nor I said anything to them, and they eventually left, and we couldn't see them anymore.
So, we started putting away the last of the movies, and had both left the counter for like 10 seconds, and I was heading back when Isaw two of them running out the door. I locked the door after them and then realised they must have taken the float... which is $150. This isn't actually what bothers me, what bothers me is that there's no security cameras, which the Police Lady I spoke to (we called the Police and made a report, naturally) said they really can't do anything much without video footage of them stealing stuff - it's literally our word against theirs, and when they're all liars and theives it's difficult to do anything. She also pointed out how unsafe the store was in general, which didn't surprise me.
Then, I said to David, who'd come down to help after we called John and Colleen about the theft, that I didn't want to do Thursday night, because that's 4-10 and I don't want to have to deal with closing again. He sort of rolled his eyes and said in an annoyed voice that he'd look at doing something about it, which really fucking pissed me off, and made me decide "Right. Fuck it. I'm out." I didn't tell him, I'm going to speak to John tomorrow, but not after informing Video Ezy Head Office of the gross inadequacies of the Midland store.
So I might not have a job anymore - even though it's an inconvenience, the job is not worth getting hurt or worse. As the officer said - one day they will come in with guns, because they know there is no security in the store, and it makes it easy for them to get away with it. It's happened before - an armed hold-up - and fucked if I'm going to be the one that it happens to next.
I'm pretty angry actually, but yeah, still feeling sick and shaky and terrified. Mainly because I live in Midland, across the road from the store, and they live near me. I don't want to be any sort of target. So I'm not working there ever again.
I am video ezy girl no more.
