This little pussycat isn’t quite as sweet as she may seem

Today I had to tackle a thief in the store where I work. We don’t have security and my young male supervisor wasn’t near although I shouted for him and he came really quick.

In the meantime I had to try to wrestle the meat joints from this thief, he wasn’t giving up easily either, I got a couple off him but he did get away with one. By this time my supervisor was there and tbh he was a heck of a lot calmer than me and more or less told me to let the thief go. Afterwards he gave me a firm telling about letting go and not putting myself at risk. He was right. In my calm mind I totally agree with him.

I was kind of surprised at how fast I sprang into action (if only I could run like that all the time!) and how much strength I suddenly seemed to have. I was absolutely furious all of a sudden when seconds before I’d been quietly processing stock. It actually felt quite good to take such firm decisive action.

We get stolen from all the time, and a good portion of it are regular offenders. It’s a threat to our livelihood. But maybe I’m just trying to justify my reaction. I’ll try to be calmer next time, my supervisor reasons the company needs to put security in but they don’t and I’m not security, this guy could’ve been carrying anything, it’s not my job to put myself at risk.

But it felt good to take action back.