now i hate bums

This morning I got to escort a bum out of my store. Mind you, we weren’t open yet, but somehow the front door managed to be unlocked (there were several unlockings and relockings going on as workers and deliveries came and went – and we’re not sure exactly when he got in). so he was found wandering around in our kitchen department. I asked if I could help him with anything, and informed him that we were not open yet. He said that he just came in to use the bathroom, and thought that was okay because the door was unlocked. It didn’t strike me at that moment that he would have had to try to open the door to figure out that it wasn’t locked. I walked him to the door, locked it behind him, and went back to work. All well and good, right? Yeah. In my life?
So a few minutes later, my co-manager on the early shift asked me if I had been in the office and done anything with the cash drawers that had been left on a counter to be counted … and, no, the office door was not locked either. Yes, i know it sounds stupid, but dammit, we trust the people who work in the store, and neither one of us had been aware that the front door wasn’t secure. So, it turns out the bum "allegedly" took $200. it could have been worse – there was more out in the open, but he didn’t bother with ones or change. So then we discussed the options: report the theft and face corporate discipline – after hearing rumors that people have been fired for doors being open even when nothing happened- or cough up the missing money to keep our jobs. Hmmmmmm.
So I am $100 poorer (there went my mileage money), and if anyone tries to tell me (in the near future) anything about trusting people or giving people a break, I will probably claw their eyes out. i used to give snacks and bottled water out to bums and the like, but now... don'cha hate it when one jerk-off goes and ruins things for everyone else?
We mentioned to mall security that the man had “tried” to come in our store, and that he was a generally shady character who loitered, so he might get picked up if he comes back. I almost hope he doesn’t because I would literally lose my mind if I had to say, yep, that’s the guy, and still have lost the hundred bucks. I would much rather hunt him down myself and beat him to a bloody pulp. (I already tried looking, but i couldn’t find him; my equally-hundred-bucks-poorer co-manager went out after work to check out places in the area that bums tend to hang out. He even took a description to the local liquor store, and asked the manager to let him know if the bum comes in with a bunch of fives – I’ll get a report in the morning.) Shoot, I don’t deem the proverbial castration with a wooden spoon too harsh for this asshole – or anyone who steals for that matter. I don’t think mr. Had-to-use-the-bathroom is aware that I personally am paying for his little booze or syringe binge this evening. I hope it’s really, really, really, freakin’ cold wherever he ends up passing out in tonight.
Other than that, today went pretty well. Blah!