Sunday, September 14, 2008

Robbed of Principle

When people see me, I like to think that they see me as someone that tells it like it is, pretty much the type of person that wouldn't do this.

So, let me explain first, for most of this year one of our very trusted Max Brenner supervising employees, Joan, had been pocketing large sums of cash from our Parramatta store, everybody that wasn't apart of the managerial staff were aware of it and some all of us even played an unintentional part in it. Now, I never had a part in it, but when you stop think about it, yes I did. At the store there are about thirty employees, including myself, translation, at the store, there are about thirty employees that spent nine months of this year with their mouths closed.

Now that you know the story, there is one big question I have to ask myself, did I totally misconceive my ability to use my mouth? While sitting with Mum for hours on end bitching about the bunch of cowards I work with that had assisted, which, in the initial process, are the ones that handed the money to Jo as business hours commenced every night and, more importantly, had no intention of ending the cash flow funding her new digital camera or her trip to L.A. a few months back, I became one of those cowards I was bitching about. Coward isn't all I was, we were all sheep, strung from Jo's fingers, all made to look like fools, a place I always promised myself I would never get to. For the last nine months, I worked so that Jo could pay her PDA's phone bill, and all because I consistently kept my mouth shut, all that I had to say was three words, each no more than two syllables, they were 'Jo is stealing', but not even one of those words left my or anyone else's lips for that matter, and that's why the Parramatta store of Max Brenner is no longer the functioning team it was this time last year, now we're nothing more than a bunch of idiots.

Last week she got caught. Now, I am not too clear on the details, like how she was caught out and how the company is dealing with it legally, all I know is that she obviously will not be working with us any longer. So, when Almog, our area manager, comes down from head office and personally asks me 'Why was nothing said for so long?' What is it that I am meant to say, that I wasn't the person I thought I was, that I am just as bad as everyone else that wore the logo while this robbery was happening, that I had my eyes stretched open but my mouth sewn shut, because up until now, I wasn't that person that just stood by and watched events go down, so how come I let this happen for so long? Maybe I am that person and just never knew it.

You see, I never helped Joan steal the company's money, but I certainly had a hand in it, and that makes me just as much a criminal as she is; that goes for the rest of us that remained silent. So, finally, a special thank you to Joan and the voiceless staff of Max Brenner, especially the ones that continue to hide in the shadows to this day; believe me when I say that nothing will please me more than leaving this fucking job as next year progresses.

1 comment:

  1. Gaaah, theft at work. It sickens me.
    Don't hold this against yourself.
    People are afraid to speak up for a reason.

    .. I also hate my work.
    And we're all treated badly, and they owe us thousands of dollars. It was in the newspaper.
    I'm ready to quit soon.