So, I was going to post some stuff over the long weekend, but I didn't end up getting a chance to and I've now forgotten what I was going to post about....all with good reason, of course.
The Friday before Memorial day, the bank branch I work at got robbed. At gunpoint. So, needless to say, I spent my weekend doing lots of processing. It wasn't me that got robbed, thank God. I did freak out when the security call came in; I had no idea we'd been robbed! The robber was only in the branch for 45 to 60 seconds total. The teller (or service specialist, as we're now called) that was robbed did exactly what she was supposed to do; give him whatever he asks for, only what he asks for and get him out of the branch with as little incident as possible. She had just cashed a pretty large check for the customer before the robber, so had very little cash. Definitely not enough to make it worth risking the consequences for armed robbery!
We ended up staying closed for the rest of that day. I left for a little while to go see my parents before we closed. I was still in shock, but it was good to see them, to know there's an anchor of sorts. No one was injured, thank God again! However, it was at gunpoint and it was almost everyone's first robbery ever. I've worked for the bank and at this specific branch for three years and we'd never been robbed. Another employee has been there for five and it was her first as well. We used to joke about how we used to be the branch to rob "back in the day" but the robbers must have forgotten where we were since we'd only ever heard of robberies, not been involved in them. Those jokes aren't funny anymore. Funny, how quickly your perspective can change. When the teller told me, "Close your window, I've just been robbed," I laughed. Mostly out of shock, I think; What?! No way! That doesn't happen here.
After the decision was made to stay closed, we went out for drinks at the Half Penny. I'd never been in a bar at 2:30 in the afternoon before; it's so depressing. But that was how they wanted to process, so that's what we did. Afterwards, a few of us went to the Silver Spur to go dancing. I love, love, love dancing! I ended up crashing at a co-worker's house (not because I was drunk, mind you) to be closer to everyone in case something happened that night (like someone broke down and needed more processing time or something). Nothing happened, but better safe than sorry.
Saturday, I did the bread run for church....lots of driving and alone time as I drove back and forth across town gave me the opportunity to process alone and just be quiet with my thoughts. Sunday I experienced a more community aspect of processing as my church family processed with me. It's amazing how far apart the secular and church processing mechanisms are! I hadn't really realized it before. Secular: let's go have some drinks to take the edge off. Church: let's pray for/with you, thank God you're alright!
Monday, we had the day off because of Memorial Day and some college age people from church went to the beach for our friend Leia's birthday. We spent hours and hours there and it was actually nice out! That evening, as I looked around the blazing (and I mean blazing) hot campfire, I thought about what an awesome group of people I have around me. And what a great support system I have; family, friends, co-workers. Nearly all of them are supportive and healthy people, willing to help me process whatever happens! I was moved to tears (the smoke was conveniently blowing in my eyes) at the thought of how much I love all of these people, of how much they mean to me. I was blown away at the fact that God cares enough about me to surround me with people I can lean on and walk beside in times of trouble; people who accept me for who I am, where I'm at and encourage me to grow more and more into the woman God wants me to be.
In conclusion, I am blessed. So extremely blessed!
The Friday before Memorial day, the bank branch I work at got robbed. At gunpoint. So, needless to say, I spent my weekend doing lots of processing. It wasn't me that got robbed, thank God. I did freak out when the security call came in; I had no idea we'd been robbed! The robber was only in the branch for 45 to 60 seconds total. The teller (or service specialist, as we're now called) that was robbed did exactly what she was supposed to do; give him whatever he asks for, only what he asks for and get him out of the branch with as little incident as possible. She had just cashed a pretty large check for the customer before the robber, so had very little cash. Definitely not enough to make it worth risking the consequences for armed robbery!
We ended up staying closed for the rest of that day. I left for a little while to go see my parents before we closed. I was still in shock, but it was good to see them, to know there's an anchor of sorts. No one was injured, thank God again! However, it was at gunpoint and it was almost everyone's first robbery ever. I've worked for the bank and at this specific branch for three years and we'd never been robbed. Another employee has been there for five and it was her first as well. We used to joke about how we used to be the branch to rob "back in the day" but the robbers must have forgotten where we were since we'd only ever heard of robberies, not been involved in them. Those jokes aren't funny anymore. Funny, how quickly your perspective can change. When the teller told me, "Close your window, I've just been robbed," I laughed. Mostly out of shock, I think; What?! No way! That doesn't happen here.
After the decision was made to stay closed, we went out for drinks at the Half Penny. I'd never been in a bar at 2:30 in the afternoon before; it's so depressing. But that was how they wanted to process, so that's what we did. Afterwards, a few of us went to the Silver Spur to go dancing. I love, love, love dancing! I ended up crashing at a co-worker's house (not because I was drunk, mind you) to be closer to everyone in case something happened that night (like someone broke down and needed more processing time or something). Nothing happened, but better safe than sorry.
Saturday, I did the bread run for church....lots of driving and alone time as I drove back and forth across town gave me the opportunity to process alone and just be quiet with my thoughts. Sunday I experienced a more community aspect of processing as my church family processed with me. It's amazing how far apart the secular and church processing mechanisms are! I hadn't really realized it before. Secular: let's go have some drinks to take the edge off. Church: let's pray for/with you, thank God you're alright!
Monday, we had the day off because of Memorial Day and some college age people from church went to the beach for our friend Leia's birthday. We spent hours and hours there and it was actually nice out! That evening, as I looked around the blazing (and I mean blazing) hot campfire, I thought about what an awesome group of people I have around me. And what a great support system I have; family, friends, co-workers. Nearly all of them are supportive and healthy people, willing to help me process whatever happens! I was moved to tears (the smoke was conveniently blowing in my eyes) at the thought of how much I love all of these people, of how much they mean to me. I was blown away at the fact that God cares enough about me to surround me with people I can lean on and walk beside in times of trouble; people who accept me for who I am, where I'm at and encourage me to grow more and more into the woman God wants me to be.
In conclusion, I am blessed. So extremely blessed!
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