Coffeejitters' post made me think a little harder about it. For those of you who don't know yet, I was held up at work on November 19th. I was closing by myself and it was almost close, about 10:45, when a guy came in and pointed a gun at me, waving me over to the register (I was sitting in a booth waiting for the floors to dry). I gave him the money and called the police and whatnot. It was the day before I went home for Thanksgiving (my mom cried when I got off the Greyhound) so I didn't have to work for a week after, but my first day back I nearly broke down into tears because I was so scared. I've kind of gotten used to it now, but lately I've been having a lot of nightmares about it (I pretty much never have nightmares), and I've been getting scared more at night since we tooke down the sign that says "There is only $50 in the drawer at all times. Employees do not know code to safe" because we got marked off on it for not being "Subway approved."Like I jump at every fucking noise. Sometimes I get scared by my own reflection in the windows. Lately there have been some really sketchy people coming in too. After it happened my parents kept telling me to find a new job. Where? There aren't any jobs. And nobody is going to give me as many hours as I need to pay my bills while still being flexible and working with my class schedule. Idk where I'm even going with this anymore. I just want to feel safe.