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[aid] => mick
[title] => translucent nightmares
[time] => 2007-10-27 18:55:26
[hometext] => this is how I feel about being robbed at work... i never thought it would happen to me, but most people think nothing will ever happen to them
[bodytext] => an already broken night, the 18th day worked through night, a broken body, a will to keep going, moneys the drive, nothing else will compensate. till the man needing the bathroom walked in the door, everything was fine, everything was sealed. He had to get my attention to get him some ciggerattes, till he told me to open the draw, and my brains were about to lay on the counter, I did as he said, but he went for his back, he was ready to end my life, I was about to die the night I was going to call out. A customer was walking in, thank you, the only time I will say, god. The guy told me to run to the cooler, count to 50. I did as he said, then I burst into tears. I would have died. I would be dead if there hadnt been a customer. I would be dead. [authors note]: this seriously happened about an hour ago. A guy walked in to the store needing to use the bathroom and then robbed me. He told me several times my brains was about to be on the counter, but I still did what he asked of me. Im so scared to go back to work I dont know what to do. [comments] => 0 [counter] => 153 [topic] => 43 [informant] => runawaynameless [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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