Safety first.
The other day I suddenly inherited the task of locking myself in a secure room for about five minutes every shift. Today I went around and told my co-workers I was going to lock myself in the room and made sure they didn't need anything from inside of the room because once I lock myself in the room there is no more going into the room until tomorrow. Except today I locked myself in the room but forgot something so I went back out, got it, and went back into the room. Inside the room I did some organization, locked and unlocked several cabinets, shuffled things around, used the calculator, marked some things off on the ledger, and came out carrying about $12,000 in cash. And when I came out, there were no customers in the store but my co-workers were in hysterics trying to put signs on the doors telling people where else they could go because we were temporarily closed. Someone was passing out forms on FBI letterhead asking for perpetrator descriptions.
I filled one out saying I hadn't seen anything, and then I started answering the phone and telling people we were temporarily closed, and that whoever it was they wanted to talk to was already on the phone with someone else. After about twenty minutes a large group of rednecks came by with police badges. About a half-hour after they left this one guy wearing a tie came in claiming to be from the FBI. Everyone but me had hastily given their FBI description sheets to the Springfield detectives. I ended up just leaving mine on a check-writing table. When I left everyone was crowded in front of one of the computers trying to see the pictures from the security camera.
I filled one out saying I hadn't seen anything, and then I started answering the phone and telling people we were temporarily closed, and that whoever it was they wanted to talk to was already on the phone with someone else. After about twenty minutes a large group of rednecks came by with police badges. About a half-hour after they left this one guy wearing a tie came in claiming to be from the FBI. Everyone but me had hastily given their FBI description sheets to the Springfield detectives. I ended up just leaving mine on a check-writing table. When I left everyone was crowded in front of one of the computers trying to see the pictures from the security camera.