Saturday was a hopping busy day at the store, just crazy busy. Friday night had been so busy that we did not have time to get the store straight for the following work day so we all showed up an hour early to square it all away, and lucky we did, because like I said, we were hopping busy all day Saturday too. I was tired at the end of my shift, and I was ready to go home. Much to my shock, my drawer was off. Like $26. and change off. I was horrified. I double count my change, and am careful. I was told not to panic until the end of the day, when we would see if it showed up someplace else...such as if change had been miscounted from one drawer to the next, or something. I walked out of there, and I was a little sick. It's not good to have something like that hanging over your head.
I had Sunday off, and went back tonight. The money had not been accounted for anywhere else. I did not cry, although I thought that I might. I apologized though. I told the manager that I was hugely sorry, that I did not have any idea what could have happened. He said, "Well, there needs to be two names on that cash discrepancy sheet. I ran on your drawer for the half hour that you were at lunch." He pushed the sheet at me. He had already signed it, and I signed my name next to his. We counted our drawers, and then switched and verified the drawers. Today, happily enough, they were right, down to the penny. That is usually the case. Mark said, "I really think it was a transaction error. I don't think it was a cash handling error." I don't understand what that means, exactly, but I do understand this much. It means the manager of the store trusts me, and I walked out of there tonight and I didn't need to know more than that.
Back to the books.