... apparently, while I was at lunch.
It wasn't a "stick-em-up-n-gimme-all-yer-money" robbery.
What happened (I was told) was that while the Boss was in the back, working on the printing press, the Boss' Wife was helping a customer at the counter and in walks this 'shady-looking' guy. He pokes around for a bit, asking nothing questions (do you have sketchbooks, pencils, India ink... strange, India ink is one of the most stolen items we have so we keep it behind the till... people do home tattooing with it, apparently...) and keeps poking around...
So the Boss' Wife leaves the front so that she can use the laminator for the other
customer, and they're talking and the machine is running and they're talking... (I know the customer she's helping and he's a great guy but will talk your ear off, and the Boss' Wife can be just as bad).
They start going back to the counter and the shady guy is quickly moving out the door, just trying not to be seen. The Boss' Wife thought that she saw him holding his coat like it was covering something, so she followed him outside... and he's just gone. Nowhere. Booked it.
She looks around for a bit to see if anything is missing and nothing seems out of place, so she goes back to work.
At the end of the day, I'm doing the Day End counting of money and stuff...
We were short just over $200 in the till.
He must have popped open the till (which has a 'ding' bell that rings when it opens ALWAYS!), grabbed the $10s and $20s and split (after closing it, which also makes a 'ding' ALWAYS!).
Before I went to lunch I went to the bank and stocked up on $10's. At the end of the day there was only 1 in the till, and we weren't that busy. In fact, we were so slow that I didn't use the till AT ALL after I got back.
I recount, she counts, we count... and the money is just gone.
She can't remember just what the guy looks like, just that he was a 'minority' (my word, not hers... I could say what one but it really doesn't matter).
And the Boss doesn't want to call the police and report it. The Boss says "Well, we'll just have to chalk it up to a bad experience..."
SMURF SMURF SMURFITY SMURFITY SMURFSNORKSMURF!!!!!!
If something like that happened while I was there, I FOR ONE wouldn't be leaving the till, for SMURFs sake! I would also have GONE TO THE BACK TO GET THE BOSS TO HELP KEEP AN EYE ON THE SHADY GUY! I've done it before and I'll do it again!
But if it happened to me, I would have been read the Riot Act! "Why didn't you call me?", "Why did you leave the till?", "Why didn't you get a better description of the guy?", "Why were you wasting time chatting?", etc., etc., etc....
I just hate working at a job where the employers hold their employees to a higher standard than they hold themselves...