Sunday is Funday.

Rather than have to repeat this story to multiple people I decided to cover it in a single blog post.
I just got home from work at 1am, 3 hours after the end of my usual shift after having to give a lengthy police witness statement. Why? Because the shop I work in was subject to an armed robbery. Some drugged up twat with a 14 inch carving knife decided he wanted a little cash from the tills.
It went pretty smoothly, if that can be believed. He was a bit twitchy with the knife, which he insisted upon thrusting at my hands while I was trying to put the cash in a bag. Impatient bastard. He got away with the entire contents of the till draw, notes, coins, coupons, everything and I got away without injury so I suppose that's a blessing. I kept calm, kept my composure. I dunno if it shows my jaded misanthropy that I can honestly say that this wasn't the scariest moment of my life. I can think of many times that were scarier. Maybe I've just been subjected to this kinda shit too often.
Anyways, I'm fine. Tired perhaps, but no worse off than that. Bit pissed that he got quite so much money. By sheer fluke he managed to pick the moment just minutes before we empty the tills and luck was definitely with him when he picked the one till of two that had the majority of the money in. Seriously, I am annoyed as hell at his success but what can you do? Thankfully, in a small town like this it's only a matter of time till he gets caught. He's got a grand or two of instant cash and the police have handlers who deal with plenty of informants. It won't be long until someone rats him out and down he goes.

The annoying part is that the boss is gonna give me grief over this for sure. He has to say the obvious "the money doesn't matter, as long as you're safe" but the truth is, the money obviously does matter. He's pissed, inwardly, even if he can't show it and he's bound to repeatedly complain that the tills weren't emptied earlier despite the fact that he knows full well what time we do it. But what's done is done, you know? Not a lot we can do about it now. Life's a bitch huh?