This week marked a very crazy weird week.
It all started at the end of my work day on Sunday. I had ordered my lunch to take home and went to pay for it. Pretty normal procedure, right? Well, I realized i was fumbling through my wallet....and there was no money in it. I kept looking b/c for some reason it didnt hit me that my money was gone. I then did a mental check of when the last time I saw the money was. At first I thought it was the night before, right before we left for the Do Division Street Festival. I had stood there for a minute debating whether or not I wanted to bring money. I decided no and put my wallet back.
Then I thought more and realized it was much more recent. It was that morning when I was putting my license back into my wallet! Someone stole my money! Someone stole $150.00 from me! I told my manager about it and he wrote up a report about it and had me tell the day manager the next day what happened and to check the cameras. Not much else that could be done so I went home.
When I got home, Marty was practicing with the band, so I jumped in the shower and cleaned up a bit. When he got done, I broke the news. The reason I say it like that was b/c that part of my half of the rent that was stolen. grrrr. After a fun little cook out with the band, Marty and I got to talking about what happened. I described the whole day. Something weird had happened after my break. I was feeling kinda crappy and sad when I came back, and this girl Ramona said "Hey Liz, come here. Bring your bag. Youve got 5 minutes. Youve got 5 minutes. Come here I have to talk to you." I wasnt sure why I was bringing my bag, but again, I was upset and not really thinking about it. We searched for an open booth and talked for a second. Then she said "Go in the bathroom and clean yourself up." I went to lean down and grab my bag, and she said "Dont take your bag. Aint nobody gonna touch it. Ive got you." So, I trusted her, and left it there. Then after about a 5 minute talk in the bathroom, I went back to work.
After telling Marty this, we feared that my money was stolen in the dining area.....where there are no cameras. I fucked up. We talked about this and the lesson to be learned from it, a) never leave your purse in a dining area (which I knew and wouldnt have normally done) and b) never carry more money on you than you need for that day. I never really worried about the amount of money I was carrying on me before. But now I knew how careless and pointless it was. We finished up the conversation then layed down and fell asleep.
This is where it gets crazy.
I go into work like its any other day. Go to clock in. Ramona says "Hi Liz. How was your night?" I say "Ive had better." Then she said "Oh, youre acting strange now?" And this struck me as strange in itself. She was talking a lot and asking a lot of questions. I just went on with my business and went to get a drawer. I told the manager about how I think someone stole $150. from me the day before and to view the tapes. He wasnt sure whether he could do that or if he had to have his boss do it, so he told me he'd definitely look into it and make some phone calls. I thanked him and started my work.
Ramona was a nervous wreck, I dont think she thought it was obvious, but it was. Like I said before, just talking too much and asking too many questions when I warned people that someone stole money out of my wallet. I never said who, I just let them know it happened. She said started inquiring about that immediately. She asked what I talked to the manager about. I said I told him to check the tapes and blah blah blah. Then shit started getting weird.
She told me that everyone on the line was angry at me because the tapes were being viewed and some people were in danger of losing their job if the DM saw they were taking food without paying. She then told me that those people in danger of losing their job were gonna pull together to pay me my 150 back if i say the money was found and to stop the tape. Well...I didnt want people losing their job over this....so I agreed and told my manager just that.
About an hour later, David told me I had a phone call. His boss was on the other line asking me standard questions like "what did the purse look like? What did the wallet look like?" and all that. I described it, apparently exactly. He then said, "Ok, you need to be honest....someone definitely stole your money. We have it on tape and can see it clear as day." I told him what happened. Then I gave the phone back to the manager and went back to an even more nervous Ramona. "YOU SAID I DID IT! EVERYONE HEARD YOU SAY MY NAME OVER AND OVER! I DIDNT TAKE NO DAMN MONEY. WHY'D YOU SAY I DID IT." She convinced me long ago she did it, but this just confirmed it. It confirmed it to not only me, but everyone working that day. I eventually ignored it. Soon enough, I heard the managers keep telling people "we cant get into the office right now." And I stopped seeing Ramona as well. I never put two and two together. She was caught. Told she must pay me back and never return to that store again.
Later on, on the way home, I told Marty all about it on the bus. He said "Liz, she took you for a ride. She told you to take your purse just to set it up to make it look like thats where it was taken. Sounds to me like shes done this before as well."
My god. What a weird weird occurance. Theres nothing more yucky feeling than what it feels like when you know someone uninvitedly went through your stuff and took it from you. blah.
well, shes supposed to pay me by tomorrow. then it'll be over.
well, im gonna chill for a bit. just wanted to share my crazy days. :)