She thought it was a 9mm, whatever that is...

So. I found out tonight that there was a robbery a couple of nights ago at the place where I work. I had just finished my shift three or four hours before it happened, so another girl was on duty rather than me. I don't have all the details yet, just the most sketchy bit of information about it.

Still, it made me wonder how it would affect me if I had been on duty at the time. It could happen any time, really, especially with the hours that I work on the weekends. I feel sure that I would cooperate with them, especially if they were armed (as they were this past weekend), rather than risk some stupid "heroic" action. I may be blonde, but I am not stupid. I know how to trigger the "silent alarm" without anyone's seeing me do it.

I have always been blessed to be cool-headed and calm during a crisis. If I am going to break down, it will definitely be afterwards, not during. That's what happened to Anna, too. After the police took their report and left, the manager offered to let her go home early, but she stoically declined and finished her shift. Hours later, as she tucked herself into bed, is when the full "Oh, shit!" moment of realization hit her and she had trouble sleeping.

When it comes to some things, I am soft-hearted, sensitive, and nurturing to the point of being self-effacing. When it comes to other things, though, I can be a hard-hearted, callous bitch. It all depends on the circumstances. I've learned over the years — the hard way — that sometimes one must be thick-skinned and tough in order to survive. I wonder which side of my personality would come out when the loaded pistol was no longer pointed at me ...the little girl who bursts into tears? ...or the "nail-their-balls-to-the-wall" bitch?

...and I wonder if I could mark "Gun Play" off my checklist... hmmm...

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