Some of yall likely saw my post about getting my first writeup a few days ago, but its gotten so much worse so fast.
First off, the day after my last post i counted in the morning, kept track of every single penny, and my very last customer suddenly said “keep the change” and rushed out of the store. Okay, 17c over isn't bad at all, it's pretty average. I could work with that. I got my till out, went to count, and the register system said i was seventeen under. Both myself and my manager on duty were confused and irritated by it, but it wasn't much so i let it go and left. Because of that i started counting change, out loud, to everyone who came through my line, no matter how small the amount was.
Yesterday i did the same. Every bit of change handed to me was laid on the counter and counted out loud, just in case a few cents weren't there by accident. Every bit of change back was counted out loud so everybody got their correct change back. 79c was given to me to keep, but as I'd been instructed i put it in the roll caddy and gave it out as change to other customers to keep my till correct. At the end of the day my manager and i counted it all up….
$7.66 UNDER. im pissed, my manager is pissed, we recount my till by hand eight times, stop my replacement and look under, over, around my register to make sure, nothing. We recount the ENTIRE SAFE by hand, THREE TIMES, to make sure. Nothing. We both know something is wrong and it's not human error. We both know we can't do anything about it because our GM will get angry if we try to contact her on her days off (her multiple days of, that she gave herself). We both know that no matter what, it won't get fixed.
So i got a second writeup. Two in just my third week of work, and now everybody knows its not any fault of mine, but I'm still getting the punishment because it's the easy thing to do.
Now, for what's fucking me up even more. Everybody give a big round of applause to… MY NEW CRACKHEAD STALKER!!! I don't know him, don't even know his name, but he made Thursday terrifying and I've been scared at work since.
He came in, asked where the Bluetooth speakers were, i told him what isle and then got to my register because i had a line forming. Got off my register to get back to my packaways and here he comes, holding a speaker box, and starts rambling about how the charger isn't right for the speaker (pause to tell me my stance is different from two minutes ago, why are you like that? are you okay? nevermind so) and when he tried to charge it on the day he got it, battery acid was suddenly flooding out it. He reprimanded ME on how it could cause a fire hazard. I obviously knew this wasn't true, but told him I'd let my manager know and went back to my register that was now held up and frustrated because he wanted to ramble. He left. Good, over, right?
He came back in not half an hour later, looking even more tweaked. Bought two things, then stood at the unused counter in front of me mumbling to himself. I paid him no attention because it's a meth town and this is pretty much a normal occurrence. Not scared yet, just some dude that needs some help getting clean. He suddenly busts out with, “i know a few people are planning to come in and gangbang you soon.” He meant it sexually. The middle aged woman i was handing change to look at me concerned, everybody else in line seemed uncomfortable, i refused to acknowledge his existence and just kept ringing up my customers.
Now, the scary part. He's been gone for maybe an hour. Im up front, right next to the doors, doing packaways because im the only employee this whole week who bothered to do their fucking job and i was just hitting the halfway point of putting up summer stuff. He comes in and comes straight to me, going around me and blocking my way to get further into the store. He started with, and im not joking, “i KNOW you're really seventeen (im twenty) but I've noticed your figure these past three days this week (i wear L-XL work shirts despite being a size XS-S for the sole purpose of showing zero figure, and…yeah, I'd worked three days, but he'd only come in on two of those. how does he know about the third day?) so I'm gonna take you out, we're going to go to that restaurant over there.”
I am slightly angry and pretty scared at this point on. Of course, i reply with a short 'sir, im twenty and im a lesbian, so no, im no interested.' A ramble ensues. He's trying to convince me. He's getting mad. Im getting mkre scared. I'm a victim, ive dealt with this kind of obsession an it makes me flip my lid. He starts saying he sees a bag over my head. He says multiple times he sees someone murdering me with a plastic bag. Then it moves on to, someone is murdering me with gas and sticks and witchcraft. Then that he wants to protect me, because someone is after me.
My manager, thank her sweet tatted ass, popped up behind me and said 'Go to your register' in the most deadpan angry voice I've ever heard, so i did. He left.
She started watching to windows while i stocked because to her he'd mentioned coming back very soon. The moment she saw him coming she pulled me into the breakroom and moved some boxes so i could hide in a corner. He didn't leave for half an hour. He spent the first bit walking around the store, looking for me. He checked out around the twenty minute mark, angry that i wasn't there to scan his items. Then for the last ten he stood at the door an waited. He didn't move. I know, because i was watching my manager at the register, right next to the breakroom door. She'd look at me to say he hadn't left yet, but other that that her eyes did not leave that man and it was not a kind look.
I'm scared. Yesterday a man reached over the counter for a bag (he had one item so i didn't give him one) and i flinched so hard i almost fell. I tried handing a very kind woman her change, looked at her hand and it looked like his (hes missing three fingers). I looked up at her with a face so terrified SHE apologized. Ive felt sick just thinking about going back. Im scared to go on cigarette breaks. I can't work at a job where im being stalked on top of being mistreated.
TL/DR: im getting writeups for a known computer malfunction, and i have a stalker that makes me terrified to go to work