I documented the incident, the time it occurred and proceeded to call her into the backroom. She thought she was short money from her shift. I told her, no, that I was observing her take store merchandise and put it in her purse. She then tried to lie about it stating she put it on her grocery bill. Employees who consumed groceries at work or took home items would put them on a ‘bill’ that they paid after pay day or have it sent to the office for it to be deducted from their pay.
Okay, so I was at school one day I was sick and tired of being bullied. Every day I would come to school and people would just start picking on me and saying mean things to me that hurt my feelings. I didn’t tell them that because they would just keep doing the same thing and then it will be worse. So I just suffered in silence. Until one day I had enough. After school, I hurried and rode the bus home. I was home alone because my mom was at work so I went into the medicine cabinet and grabbed a bottle of pills. I was about to shove them down my throat when my phone rang. It was one of my guy friends. He told me he loves me so much and doesn’t want anything to happen to me. So soon as he said that I put the pills back in the bottle and cried happy tears. He also told me there are people out there that care about me.
My bedroom was at the end of the hall on the second floor. With mono, just walking down the stairs was exhausting, so I ended up spending an inordinate amount of time in my room. My sleeping patterns were all screwy — I’d sleep a lot during the day, and then find myself unable to sleep at night. So I read a lot. My Mom arranged a reading light on my headboard, so I could read well into the night. The cord from the lamp went up the wall, and across the ceiling to the plug in the light fixture in the center of the ceiling. Every night, as I lay there reading, the entire house — from foundation to the attic above me — just shuddered. I could hear the house creaking during the shudders. Sometimes, it shuddered only once; other times it would shudder a few times, widely spaced apart.
I asked my Mom about the shudder, whether she’d felt it or not — she hadn’t felt it and dismissed it as probably being the log trucks going down the road across the river. I never bought that one as log trucks weren’t operating in the middle of the night, and during the day one could never feel the house shudder when whole fleets of trucks went down that road. Besides, our house was on one side of the Clackamas River, and the river road was on the other — maybe 300 yards away, or more. Anyway, one night as I was lying there reading, the house shuddered. I watched that light cord on my ceiling gently sway when the shudder happened. (It didn’t do that during log truck trips down the river.) I put the book down, and said, out loud, “Okay, you old ghost. If you’re there, just shake this house three times right now.”
The first was Rick B. I was a rookie at the time, and was put with this guy with a 52 chest and 3 head. Big and stupid. Thought he was funny, and would crack jokes that were unworthy of a kindergarten comedian. We got a call one night of a possible gunshot near Chinook Center in Calgary. Probably just a backfire from a car. Maybe a firecracker. He was driving at the time. He stopped right out in the open under a light in the parking lot (good for being inconspicuous and awesome cover from fire, being all lit up with nowhere to go). He reached back into his briefcase, and brought out a short, folding 12 gauge shotgun.
So, I told her, if thats true, show me your bill and the entries you made and the initials of the other worker who witnessed the transaction. She couldn’t. She went to her purse and brought back the toothpaste. I told her I was very upset with her that not only did she steal but she tried to lie about it. I presented her with her termination document, told her to read it and to sign it. She didn’t have to, but she did anyway. The funny thing is after all that she asks me can she go back to work!! I said, no, you just got fired. Sign out and leave, now!I remember her crying in her car as she faced the store front and eventually driving home.