Saturday, October 20, 2007

My Grill

I know I said I was not going to confront anyone who was stealing, but this guy made it too easy. The other day, I was casually watching a guy who was looking at batteries. Batteries, along with condoms, purfume, preg tests, razors, anacids, and air fresheners are one of the most commonly stolen items. So, after the guy put the batteries in his pocket I told him to give them back and leave the store. He then made on of the funniest excuses I have ever heard from a theif. He opened his mouth, pointed to his upper eight gold teeth, and exclaimed, "I don't have to steal. I have lots of money in my wallet, just look at my grill." Wow.

Saturday, October 13, 2007

"Would you like a bag for those items?"

In the bubble I grew up in, people didn't steal. Yes, a child might slip a jelly bean or two from a "self serve" display while shopping in the grocery store with their mom, but grown people don't steal. Ha, did my job pop that bubble or what?

I have encountered many situations in which a person will place any item (seriously, it could be a $6 bag of socks) down their pants or up their shirt. I once stared, with my jaw dropped, at a lady who, while looking me straight in the eyes, put a bottle of Advil down her shirt. And she had the nerve to ask me what I was staring at! As my confrontational skills grew, I became more bold in asking people to put their stolen items back on the shelf. I will admit, several people have even been arrested because of my swift call to the Benton, AR police who have nothing else to do than investigate a crime involving a 19 year-old and a stolen $.69 candy bar.

However, after my robbery scare yesterday I decided to handle some situations more cautiously than I had before. A man entered the store last night and asked where he could find Lysol. Conveniently matching the description of the robber we were waiting for, my cashier, Alex, and I decided to hang by the front door to see if anyone was waiting outside. Sure enough a car was backed into a parking spot with the engine running (this is classic my buddy is about to steal something and I am the getaway car). As the man began walking toward the front door it was evident that he had tucked several "somethings" under his shirt. We asked if he got his Lysol, he said yes, and was out the door.

During a time of reflection with Alex, I decided this would be my new way of handling shoplifting situations. Next time, I will offer the shoplifter a bag.

Overnight Stint

I am covering an overnight shift for one of my co-workers who is on vacation this week. I have been blessed to get to work with a guy named Alex, who is the front cashier. He is thoughtful and always makes sure not to leave me in the front of the store alone. To give you some background on the overnight shift, there are usually two cashiers and a manager (one Pharmacist filling Rx's in the back). This district has found it is safest to always have two people on the front end of the store. Well, the other overnight cashier is on vacation as well, leaving only two of us in the front of the store all night.

So why am I writing about my overnight stint? This morning around 6:45 am, a woman entered the store in what we assumed was a rush to grab her items and get to work on time. She did not speak to Alex or me when we acknowledged her, didn't purchase anything, and all but ran out of the store nervously. While she as in the store we heard the front door open, but no one walked in (we know when people enter because there is a doorbell that is used at night). Alex walked outside to see if anyone was there, and he saw a large black man walking around the side of the building. Yeah, we thought it was weird, figured she was just late for work, he was one of the crazies we see now and again, and we went on with our morning. Around 7:30 am, a man who works in the 24 Hour Fitness complex came in to let Alex know that two businesses there were robbed at gun point yesterday. He said that a lady comes in the store and scopes it out, and then her partner (a large black man) comes back sometime later (we don't know a specific time frame) to rob the store.

I woke up with an urgency that I needed to send an email for prayer of protection tonight. We are worried they are wanting to hit us early tomorrow morning. Any morning that early is never busy, actually our slowest time of the day. It is still dark, and it will be Saturday (guaranteeing even less people will be out). I am calling DPD tonight to let the know the situation, but, as the store has experienced in the past, Dallas police are slow. There is a cab lady who "patrols" between our Walgreens and 7-Eleven while she isn't on the meter. I was told she carries a gun and can get there faster than the police. Great (and I mean that in a half sarcastic, half serious way). So, I have her number. I am scared. Reid is scared. He might be working with me at Walgreens tonight.

Please pray that the Lord will shield our store from all danger. I work knowing that robbery is a possibility, but have never come this close to knowing a situation might be in the works. Thanks for your prayers.

Monday, October 1, 2007

Today I met Alzheimer's...

Today I met Alzheimer's. I pleaded, begged, and tried to force myself closer to understanding just how this disease is invading my mom's mind.
Today I met Alzheimer's. I tried to help my mom decipher her emotions. My mom, who is strong, loving, independent, smart, stylish, funny, thoughtful, friendly, Godly, confident, beautiful inside and out, is sometimes lost in a disease.
Today I met Alzheimer's. I listened as my mom cried while Alzheimer's fed her lies. I cried as my mom fought to regain control. I prayed because I couldn't help her.
Today I met Alzheimer's. I am praying that my mom will always see Jesus even when confused. I pray she will see Jesus, because my mom said she wants to go home.