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I set off the store alarm this morning 
It was about 5:30, bakery girls had already arrived and the seafood/meat/deli guys were coming in. The meat and grocery managers had been let in a few minutes prior to this, so I assumed that the perimeter alarm had already been turned OFF.
Seafood Guy knocks on the door, I check the alarm panel and see what I assume is a message that it was turned off or at the least, delayed a few minutes so that he could get in. And I unlock the door.
There is a delay...of the alarm being tripped rather than reset. About two minutes after the door is closed and re-locked, BEEBEEBEEBEEBEEBEEBEE from the panel and the main phone is ringing. At that point I'm juggling a box of tags with one hand and a near-avalanche of cans (I'm going to kill whoever decides it's a good idea to stack the TOP SHELF--that is already close to collapse--four high) with the other so can't get to the intercom.
A few seconds after G (night crew lead) gets off the phone with the alarm company, he sees me in the aisle.
G: "Hey, did you see who opened the door and set off my alarm?"
Me: "Aw,
, that was me, I let Seafood Guy in. I thought it was off."
I felt like an idiot because I know G is overworked as-is without having to field phone calls.
G was cool with it, luckily (he's a good guy, but not someone you want to have mad at you). And now I know not to touch it unless he tells me it's off.
It was about 5:30, bakery girls had already arrived and the seafood/meat/deli guys were coming in. The meat and grocery managers had been let in a few minutes prior to this, so I assumed that the perimeter alarm had already been turned OFF.
Seafood Guy knocks on the door, I check the alarm panel and see what I assume is a message that it was turned off or at the least, delayed a few minutes so that he could get in. And I unlock the door.
There is a delay...of the alarm being tripped rather than reset. About two minutes after the door is closed and re-locked, BEEBEEBEEBEEBEEBEEBEE from the panel and the main phone is ringing. At that point I'm juggling a box of tags with one hand and a near-avalanche of cans (I'm going to kill whoever decides it's a good idea to stack the TOP SHELF--that is already close to collapse--four high) with the other so can't get to the intercom.
A few seconds after G (night crew lead) gets off the phone with the alarm company, he sees me in the aisle.
G: "Hey, did you see who opened the door and set off my alarm?"
Me: "Aw,
, that was me, I let Seafood Guy in. I thought it was off."I felt like an idiot because I know G is overworked as-is without having to field phone calls.
G was cool with it, luckily (he's a good guy, but not someone you want to have mad at you). And now I know not to touch it unless he tells me it's off.