I am seldom so happy to be wrong!
Given my heartbroken post last week and the heartfelt replies I received, I simply must report this.
My ten dollars was found!
I've been on the serving line since the incident. Shocker. My supervisor assured me that they were simply shorthanded and she needed me on the line, but I knew better. I'd screwed up. And it put me into a deeper funk over the whole thing.
So this afternoon, as I cleared away uneaten food and Cathy counted up her cash at the end of shift, she noticed something odd in the drawer. Something really far back. Something really wedged, almost totally concealed in the wheeled workings of the pop-out register drawer. After a little finagling, she pulled out...a ten-dollar bill.
Wouldn't you know, I'd checked the drawer. Multiple times. Lifted out the plastic cash divider and looked under it and everything. Believe me, I will exhaust every option before coming to the conclusion that I've been betrayed.
All I can figure is that most of the scenario remains the same. I was in the middle of separating and counting the cash, and I did wander too far from it for a minute without remembering to lock up. But rather than the bill being lifted from my drawer by sticky fingers, it caught on something as the drawer was closed and re-opened, and somehow got pulled to the back. Where, after several openings and closings, it became thoroughly wedged in the back wheels of the drawer.
Cathy ran her figures without the extra ten first, and balanced. My heart soared. "They didn't steal from me!"
"Yeah, well," she said. "Don't think they wouldn't. There are plenty of kids here who would, given half a chance."
Well, she may be right. But today, my friends. Today they are exonerated, and all is right in my world.
Given my heartbroken post last week and the heartfelt replies I received, I simply must report this.
My ten dollars was found!
I've been on the serving line since the incident. Shocker. My supervisor assured me that they were simply shorthanded and she needed me on the line, but I knew better. I'd screwed up. And it put me into a deeper funk over the whole thing.
So this afternoon, as I cleared away uneaten food and Cathy counted up her cash at the end of shift, she noticed something odd in the drawer. Something really far back. Something really wedged, almost totally concealed in the wheeled workings of the pop-out register drawer. After a little finagling, she pulled out...a ten-dollar bill.
Wouldn't you know, I'd checked the drawer. Multiple times. Lifted out the plastic cash divider and looked under it and everything. Believe me, I will exhaust every option before coming to the conclusion that I've been betrayed.
All I can figure is that most of the scenario remains the same. I was in the middle of separating and counting the cash, and I did wander too far from it for a minute without remembering to lock up. But rather than the bill being lifted from my drawer by sticky fingers, it caught on something as the drawer was closed and re-opened, and somehow got pulled to the back. Where, after several openings and closings, it became thoroughly wedged in the back wheels of the drawer.
Cathy ran her figures without the extra ten first, and balanced. My heart soared. "They didn't steal from me!"
"Yeah, well," she said. "Don't think they wouldn't. There are plenty of kids here who would, given half a chance."
Well, she may be right. But today, my friends. Today they are exonerated, and all is right in my world.
3 comments:
wahooo!!! I am so glad that you found it ... but more importantly, that YOU feel better!
yay! :o)
Ellie,
Glad to read that it was better than what it seemed. Sometimes, it's the little things like that, that make all the difference.
Phew!
Oh yippee! Faith in humanity restored!!! :-)
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