So, I woke up this morning to a text from someone claiming that tonight, all along the east coast, gang members were going to be waiting to shoot three women attempting to either walk into or out of Walmart...not sure which.
Well, I have issues with that.
First of all, it's Friday. Have a little sympathy for those people who just finished a long work week and stopped into Walmart to get some food shopping done. I think the only thing worse than getting shot at on a Friday night is getting shot at on a Monday morning. In fact, about two years ago a kid waiting at the bus stop got shot (he did not die). I remember hearing that and shaking my head with the cliche sigh. Like it's not bad enough that it's 6:20 on a Monday morning and you're outside in the fifty degree rainy weather waiting for a bus that is going to take you to six and a half hours worth of school, but then you also get shot? Now, that's a bad day.
Secondly, I think it is a little rude to shoot at women. Steal our purses and over charge us at the mechanics as you please, but please do not shoot at us. Shame on you. I'm sure your mothers and sisters would be pleased to know that you went to Walmart with the sole purpose to shoot at defensless women.
Thirdly, I do not work at Walmart. But I work at a similar establishment, so it worries me a bit. What if I come in contact with the gang that decides to be different and waits outside of my work? Then what? I have been making it my mission in life not to be shot at. I'm a very polite person, I say please and thank you and give out compliments. Also, I am not technically a woman yet. I'm only eighteen. In ten years I'll be considered a woman, but right now I'm a teen with the usual moodiness, so please don't shoot me.
This reminds me of the video I had to watch at orientation, where they urged us not to be a hero if someone came to your line with a gun and wanted all the money. I actually laughed out loud because I was sure they were kidding. I only work where I work. I stand around for eight hours and every second Friday of the month I grab my paycheck and leave. I'm not taking a bullet for the cash register. I, again, only work there. I don't have any personal investment in the store. You are not stealing from me personally. Even if you were, well, you have the gun, you make the rules. That's fine, take the money from the cash register. Would you like my phone as well?
If I get shot at for this job...it will definitly be the final straw.
Friday, March 20, 2009
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