TODAY WAS A VERY BAD DAY

IN A NUTSHELL TODAY WAS HORRIBLE.

Originally, I had Tuesday and Wednesday off this week! Yesterday I was going to have dinner with my dad, who I usually only get to see once or twice a week for a few hours at a time. We usually watch a movie or something and just relax! Unfortunately we had a no show last night for the closing shift, and I had to cancel my plans last minute to help out the store. I volunteered to cover someone’s early morning Wednesday opening shift earlier on in the week, so now I’m working every day! Which isn’t really that bad at all, it was my idea to volunteer for this morning the first place! I like to work and earn money and stuff! But unfortunately, today…

SHOPLIFTERS HIT OUR STORE.
Yup. I really don’t think that I am at liberty to go into specific details (to be frank, I’m pretty dang sure that I’m not even allowed to disclose there even WAS an incident; and I’m sure as heck not going to disclose where this took place.)

I BUMPED INTO THE ACCUSED THIEVES AFTER I LEFT THE STORE WHEN MY SHIFT ENDED. (WHO HAPPENED TO STILL BE NONCHALANTLY STILL AT THE MALL, DESPITE, YA KNOW, STEALING THINGS.)
The gall! My coworker had spotted them during their lunch break, and they were flabbergasted that they were still at the mall, despite them having witnessed us looking at straight at them while they handled our stolen goods from outside of the store. (Typically when people steal things, they scram shortly afterwords to avoid being caught! Or so I hear, this was actually my first time witnessing shoplifters first-hand!)

Amazingly enough, a solid hour or two after their lunch break (the break itself being an hour or two after the incident even took place), the shoplifters were still at the mall, chilling nonchalantly outside on a bench.

I REPORTED THEM.
Heck yeah I did! I called up my management to ask what to do, and they said to go for it! I went to the mall’s general management and gave them a synopsis of the shenanigans that took place, and a security guard and a member of mall staff followed me outside to point out the shoplifters. Sure enough, the staffer found them inside one of the stores and subsequently called police. That being said…

THE POLICE SHOWED UP.
COOL! Or not so cool, apparently. I called up my management after this, because the security guards wanted to hold me so I could confirm and identify the stolen goods. But there’s a small problem; I can’t do that without violating my contract. As a Retail associate (I am not in Loss Prevention or Legal), I am not at liberty to accuse ANYBODY of shoplifting, regardless on whether or not I had witnessed it. Management reminded me of this on the phone, and reminded me that I could very well lose my job by getting involved any further. That being said, that didn’t stop the police officer from rounding up the suspects, telling me to put down my phone, and answer some questions.

DECISIONS: TELL THE TRUTH AND LOSE MY JOB, OR LIE AND LET THEM OFF SCOTT FREE?
The shoplifters pulled out the stolen items, claimed that they bought them some other time (Which was a lie, of course.)

Valuing my job over justice, I apologized profusely to them for the inconvenience, and went along with their lie, making myself look like a complete idiot in front of the police, security, and mall staff. Great. The unfortunate thing being, my phone (still in-call with management) was still in my pocket, and I disobeyed orders by talking to the police. They got off Scott free and I lose my job.


I HAD A PANIC ATTACK AND COLLAPSED IN PUBLIC.
Yup. In front of my old job with the manager that hated my guts, to add insult to injury. Thank god some good Samaritans showed up and gave me a bottle of water and helped me up. They were so nice. I could barely walk at this point. I just wasted the police’s time, the security’s time, and mall management’s time, made myself look like an idiot, and let these people off the hook and probably ended up losing my job all in one fell swoop; all in front of somebody that loathed me and kicked me down whenever they could. It was positively humiliating.

I CRAWLED BACK TO MY STORE.
I literally crawled back into my store, a complete and utter mess. Fortunately my manager and co-workers assured me that I wasn’t fired, everything would be fine, and that not to worry about it, and that these things just happen sometimes. They were really helpful! Eventually I was able to get up and wait in the back for my mom to pick me up, whom I had called earlier in a state of panic when I was lying on the concrete.

MY MOM DROVE ME HOME AND SUBSEQUENTLY IGNORED ME FOR HOURS ON END.
She came very swiftly to pick me up, which was very nice of her seeing as I was not even remotely near ready to drive a vehicle! I was so relieved, seeing as she had promised to take me out for lunch earlier and I figured that’d be a great way to unwind and tell her about all the garbage that had happened since I last saw her. (Which was a while ago; I don’t see her very often!)

Unfortunately apparently that promise was a load of balogna, because by the time we get home she completely ignores me in favour of preparing hors d’oeuvres for her husband’s biker trash buddies. So I go to my room to lie down alone, and she didn’t bother to check on me for four hours. When she does pop by, it’s to say that she’s going out with all of them for dinner, and that there were cheese and crackers downstairs.

I haven’t eaten all day.

I had to deal with police, almost losing my job, passing out on the concrete, and fucking crawled on the ground in public covered in sweat and tears, and THIS is the shit you decide to do? Hang out with your asshole husband and his trashy friends while I cry all alone in my room?

The fuck?!