When the police arrived…within a matter of minutes…they were very concerned for our safety and our well-being! The emotional support these policemen and women gave us meant a lot to the three of us who were still in shock over almost being shot…and maybe dying.

But when the store’s new manager arrived, the first thing he asked me was whether or not the gunmen took a lot of money, and did I remember how much I had in the register?!

So much for caring about those who work under you.

The robbery took place around 11:45 p.m. Wednesday night,  and even though I explained to the manager on Thursday morning that I am very shaken up and won’t be able to come back to work for at least a few days…that I will call him every two days to let him know how I’m doing and what kind of support I’m able to get…he has called me friday, and saturday to see if I was going to work those same nights!

Nights.  

No offer of a day or evening shift after what I went through.  No offering me a transfer to another store where I could work any shift except nights.  Nada.  Nothing.  In my opinion, I feel like everything I’ve done to help make that store a success was for nothing…that a piece of meat would have more value than I do.

The Victim/Witness unit has been in contact with me and has reassured me that my feelings, my crying jags, my jumping at shadows, and my anger are all normal.  They’ve told me that I’m not going crazy but, instead, am having the same whirlwind emotions that almost all victims of robberys, rapes, burglaries, and other life-threatening situations have.

And that, with time, things will get better.

I thank God for giving me such a wonderfully supportive husband as Mike is because I think if I had to go through all this emotional repercussion by myself, I probably wouldn’t heal half as fast…or completely.

I don’t know if Mike and I will be able to meet the rent for next month but we’ll try.  One income, though, won’t be enough for very long so I’m going to have to make a decision of either going back to work…and maybe getting killed…or trying to find a job in a city where there are hundreds of layoffs taking place each week and job prospects are bleak.

I’ll keep you posted, my friends…and if you liked this article, please remember to click on the “I liked” button below.  Okay?  Thank you all.   Blessed Be.