At work today, a group of you and your girl friends came in. Whilst one of your friends distracted me, you went into the back room and stole what you might this of as just a "wallet" of mine. Let me clarify what you stole. You stole photographs of my best friend who passed away last year. You stole my identity. You stole the Oroton wallet I saved up for after working hard at my first job. You stole access to work on Saturday. You stole my access to University and my concession services. You stole my ability to renew my passport to Japan.
I hope you appreciate it as much as I do. If not, keep the cash in the wallet, but at least give me back my photos.
Initially I was angry. Very angry. I've been having a continuous stream of bad weeks every since University started. But what made the situation a lot more worse is the support (or lack of) I recieved from my boss. After constant reminders to fix the lock of the back room for almost 4 months now, his reply to my wallet being stolen was to "hide it" in the future. That is ridiculous! A regular customer was a lot more supportive and told me he would "take care" of the thieves if I ever find you.
Also be aware dark alleys, there might be Ninjas.
So now all I feel for you is pity. You might be $60 richer, but at what cost?
Jessica
P.S. Next time rob someone who doesn't have connections with Westfield Security. I have photos of all your faces bitches. Don't ever think of shopping at Westfields again.
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