Because when you are the boss you get to do fun things like leave a movie, with 10 minutes left, to respond to a tripped alarm. That wasn't actually what I had to respond to, my staff dealt with that part. Why I had to drive to Forest Grove from 5 miles past my house closer to Portland was because the tumbler mechanism on my front doors in broken and my student worker who responded to the alarm couldn't re-latch the door. I have fixed it, and by fixed it I mean I got it to realigned so that I could engage the lock, so we could go home.
I was sure though, as I was driving out there that I would possibly have to spend the night, sitting in front of the fireplace, waiting for the next employee to show up for the next shift, at 8:30 am. And I would have, because that is just what you do, when you are the boss. The company so does not pay me enough for that kind of attention. And, when we talked to the police their response was, we can do extra patrols... I am tired, too ramped up to go to bed, but weary, of the responsibility of every little, tiny thing, falls to me. I really wanted to call people in the higher echelons of the company (namely my boss and the loss prevention representative from B&N) just so someone else could "feel my pain". but I didn't because a busted (defective) tumbler and hyperactive, super sensitive alarm contact are not "someone broke in and stole stuff". Which would be the appropriate time to call those people.
We are going to call the building owner in the morning and have him come out and see if he can't repair or replace the tumbler.
Happy Birthday to me, Happy Birthday to me, Happy Birthday dear boss lady, Happy Birthday to me.
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