
Wednesday, March 27, 2024
Yesterday, a local televised newscast reported that the store where I work part-time was robbed the night before. Apparently, thieves broke the lock on an entry/exit door to enter and managed to open and empty all the registers. My estimate of the available cash is near the amount reported stolen. Nightly, while closing the store we leave minimal cash in the registers.
There’s no telling how thieves managed to break into the store and into the closed and locked cash registers. To open a register drawer anytime, an employee must have a private and employee-specific numerical code.
Oddly, I didn’t see any reporting on that theft in this morning’s local newspaper. At work today, I probably won’t learn more as the incident might still be an open investigation. And oddly, the theft feels like something personal, as if I care about the store.
These days, thievery is rampant throughout business establishments. Thieves walk in and take merchandise out openly. Stores instruct employees not to stop or follow a thief. Recently, I was scolded (and again several times!) for following a carrying person to see his license plate. So, I’ll not do any more sleuthing.
The idea of caring about the store surprises me, as it’s simply where I work part-time. Wondering how the managers might be feeling, and doing more thinking about caring, it might mean having positive feelings about working with others. We’re a team and the store is our base.
Dear Friends: Goodbye, “Good old days,” and hello, ever-more Complicated Days. Diana