Well it finally happened, that thing that my mother feared would happen when I started working convenience stores.
I was robbed.
At knife point.
With children in the store.
Right as I was closing.
Asshole sees me counting down my till, decides he wants the less than $100 I had out of the safe, and fucking practically pounces across the counter, swearing that he will cut "my little whore neck" if I hit the silent alarm or don't do what he says.
So of course I give the money, and he runs.The cops picked him up like ten minutes later, running down the road holding a knife.
He apparently had done this to two other gas stations. Ugh. I need a raise.
Same night I got robbed, fucking idiot hell spawn decided it was funny to try and snatch as many cigarettes from the employee counter entrance (we have a large display of cheapy cigarettes within arms reach there)
Of course, I caught them, but found they also had stashed MOTOR OIL in their pants, as well as bottles of soda and candy bars.
BOSS LET THEM OFF WITH A WARNING. WTF.
And a recurring customer, we have this really overly religious woman, we'll call this crusty bitch Kai Winn (because the only thing differing between this woman and the DS9 religious leader is the obnoxious hats, and even some days I wonder about the headwear this woman wears.)
Constantly calls me "child" tells me to have a "blessed" day, asks if I've accepted Jesus into my heart (if you ever see me it's pretty clear I'm not christian just in what I wear, say, and do, k?) and demands, on a regular basis, that we turn off the heathen music we listen to on the store radio and listen to some hymns, if we listen to ANYTHING.
There's been a TON more happening this week, but I'm not yet at liberty to discuss a lot of it.
I'll keep ya posted, RHU!
--Gas Slave Emma