Continued from yesterday's entry:
Parker, Part II
1.31.5
One tire.
One tire was slashed. You don't exactly have to be a criminal mastermind to know that slashing one tire:
DOESN'T DO SHIT.
I already knew that these people weren't any good at useful skills like: Working, thinking, or not sounding like idiots. This attempt to get back at me, however, only succeeded in doing one thing: Proving to me, once and for all, that these little bastards couldn't do a single thing right...even petty vandalism.
Everybody knows that if you are going to slash someone's tires, you slash at least 2 of them. That way, fixing the problem entails a bit more than simply changing a tire. I did end up having to wait a short while for Tim to show up with a jack, but this was only a great stroke of pure luck on their part that I didn't have the necessary tools.
So, several days later, I was back at my old store. It felt good to be around a competent crew again. I would find myself looking around for something that needed to be done, because even in its dirtiest state, our store was still cleaner than the Parker store.
When Larry returned from his little hiatus, he started spending some time at the Parker store. After looking around a bit, he came to the conclusion that I may have been right about Señor Dipshit's managerial impotence and demoted him to an assistant manager. A few days later, we received the news that things were so bad there, that Larry had finally decided to take it a step further by firing him.
When Señor Dipshit was fired, the store had 18 employees. 11 of them instantly quit.
This was where I felt truly vindicated. It was obvious why they quit. They quit for one reason, and one reason only. No more pot. They weren't there because they needed jobs or money. They were there because they were a bunch of spoiled little rich kids, who liked getting paid to do drugs.
These 11 kids had lost a sweet deal. They thought it would never end. They were learning that because their mommies and daddies were rich, that they would always have whatever they wanted. I took that away from them. I wonder if they even realize what really happened. I wonder if they see how big of a role I played in the demise of the store. I wonder if they see just how much "mad cock" I suck.
I, of course, can't forget about Señor Dipshit. This man has bills. This man has a house to pay for. This man just lost a $34,000 a year income.
When I had mentioned that my tire had been slashed, Señor Dipshit had had the balls to tell me that I had brought it on myself. "You didn't talk to any of us. You just came in here acting like your shit didn't stink."
Well, guess what asshole? My shit may stink...but I still have a job.
It was over. I had gotten what I wanted. This was where the story was supposed to end. It was not, though. Perhaps you remember the message I received on the 29th...
Friday night (mere days after Señor Dipshit was fired) the Parker store was robbed.
Two men in masks were standing outside the store's backdoor at 9:30 pm. When the crew opened the door to leave, they were pushed back inside. The men had shotguns. The employees consisted of 2 males, and a female. It was this poor girl's first day of work. For all I know, this was her first job.
These scumbags attempted to sexually assault this girl. I can't even imagine what this will do to her. How does a young girl get another job in the future, when something like this has happened to her? Screw that...regardless of that, no girl deserves to nearly be raped at gunpoint.
Fortunately, the male employees stopped them. I would like to applaud them for this. There were a couple of genuinely good-hearted people at that store, and I can only imagine that they were the ones that remained. This heroic effort came at a cost, however. The two of them were attacked with the butts of the shotguns. They were beaten badly enough to warrant a trip to the hospital afterwards.
So, the question is: Who could've been involved in something like this? The masked men left one major clue...
They knew the combination to the safe.
There are only 4 people who should know the combination to that safe:
- Me
- Larry
- Nicole (The assistant manager before me)
- Señor Dipshit
Obviously Larry and I are in the clear. Larry will more than likely be paying out his ass in workman's compensation claims over this, which takes away any motive on his part. As for me, there were about a hundred people who saw me standing in the corner at the party that night.
Nicole, while being a moron and a whore, is not exactly the type of girl who would be involved in a hideous crime such as this.
Señor Dipshit...
Señor Dipshit is a fucking piece of shit. He's one of those people that you can look at, and just know that there is something wrong. Now that I think about it, his physical appearance kind of reminds me of Steve, the asshole that Kris left me for.
(I will not get into the psychology of whether or not this had some unconscious effect on my willingness to destroy his life. I will leave that up to the reader to decide.)
I have a hard time believing that he was not involved in some kind of way. I suppose only time will tell, but for now I am left wondering what comes next. I wonder exactly what he knows about the circumstances behind his termination. I wonder if our store is next.
We are taking the necessary precautions. The area my store is in is actually no stranger to violent crime. Mere weeks ago, a woman was robbed and beaten behind the dumpsters a few doors down from our back door. She ended up freezing to death out there.
We can deal. We'll be alright.
However, I'd like to take the time right now to issue a public statement. An open letter, if you will, to the douche bags that committed this crime.
If, by chance, you little fucks are stupid enough to try this at my store, be aware: If you even attempt to lay a goddamn finger on Jen...on Cat and Sam...on ANY of my girls there:
I swear to God I will kill you with my bare fucking hands.
