Yes, I’m freaking out. Completely. I got a call from my boss this morning saying that there was a hundred bucks missing from the drawer. Since I was the only one working Saturday that means it’s pinned on me. I have no idea what happened to it. I don’t remember anything weird happening Saturday, so I really don’t have a clue.
Of course I keep having flashbacks of my final days as a church secretary. In this case, however, I am not guilty as charged. I absolutely hate being falsely accused. Sure, if I did it, then accuse all you want. But if I didn’t, you’d better have a damn good reason for thinking I did. I’m too old for this level of stress.
Of course I have issues when it comes to things like this. I worked hard to overcome my past indiscretion and regain people’s’ trust, and I don’t want people to lose that trust in me over something like this. If the Preacher were to find out about this, I’m certain he would believe my boss over me. My dad loves me, but it probably wouldn’t take much to push him back into thinking I’m a common thief. I may be a lot of things, slut, snob, sometimes dumb-ass, occasional drunk, and politically incorrect, but I’m NOT a thief.
Another reason I’m not only freaking out, but pissed off, is because why would I risk losing my job over a measly hundred bucks? Granted, I don’t make that much, but it’s steady income and better than nothing.
I’m probably over reacting. He hasn’t even come out and accused me of anything yet. I could tell by his tone, though, that if it comes down to it, then it’ll most likely be my ass on the line. I cannot afford to lose this job now. Oh, dear baby Jesus in a manger! Why do these things keep happening to me?!