I should be more accurate in explaining it ended poorly, but started off alright. I was switched to a long route, but with an old partner I got along with. 53 stops, which took us 12 hours to complete without stopping for any period of time. Meaning we took no breaks. I was exhausted as we came to the end of the route. 4th from last stop was our last delvery of the night. It was already dark outside, and the place was quite busy considering it was a saturday night. Large movie theatre. In a town notorious for violence, and gang activity. Last time I was there was many years ago, and I could smell the familiar stench of pot, and guys were being loud and throwing up hand signals. I left.

I weave through the crowds of people and get to the office. A short wait later and a young asst manager comes to help me into the cash office. Mind you I do this all day long, he does not. He is timid while going agbout his tasks, until I assure him of what needs to be done step by step.

There is a knock at the door.

My first action when entering any room is to secure the door behind me. In this case a knob actuated dead bolt. I look through the peephole and see a shadow with the dim lighting. The manager says it might be a security gaurd, and yells to the door they cant come inside (as per my instructions) until we conclude business. This happens a few more times, we go through the same actions to remedy it. Inform the knocker they cant enter. This is not uncommon.

What happens next is.

The next knock at the door is louder. DIffrent shadow in the peephole. Manger inside the room gives the same instructions.

I walk back to the money being verified when I hear the doorknob being twisted, and the sound of the door being pressed inward.

I go to thye door, hand on my gun and in a stern voice declare " armed guard, conducting business in the office you cannot come in"

I hear from the other side "yes I can"

Many thoughts race through my head as my pulse begins to quicken further, and my adrenaline kicks in. Is it a manager? Is it a man pretending to be a manager? is he armed? WHat are their intentions, after my warning?

As my back is turned to the door, I hear the unmistakeagble sound of the dead bolt turning and the door flies open just as I get back to the door, my hand gripping my .45 hard and I stare into the black face racing inward as he begins to scold me....

"when it pertains to my business I can come in whenever I want to"

He doesnt see my eyes trailing behind his wake in expectation of an uninvited guest who might want to enter after the fact.

I say nothing, my blood boiling and My eyes fixed to his skull in an attempt to decide how stupid this person really is. He taps a few keys on a computer, says something over the radio, then without warning dissapears out the door again leaving it unsecured.

It wasnt until I aksed the manager in with me who the fuck that was did the answer shock me.

"Mr (name), the head manager"

If you cant see the problems there I will explain them to you now.

When I am in a secured location, I am in charge. Period. Your fucking nametag doesnt protect me from a gun, a knife or a gang about to kill me. The door being locked is the best defense against a would be attacker. A barrier of secrecy designed to keep its secrets and protect your operation from prying eyes.

This "knocker" never once identified himself. And when a man with a gun tells you to not come in, what does common sense tell you? Fucking listen.

He took it upon himself to let pride, and complacency dictate his actions by breaking specific security protocols just to get a small task done. He thought his work was more important than my life, the other managers life and his own. He doesnt own the building. He doesnt own the safe of the money contained inside of it. And he certainly doesnt own or control me or my actions. If I would have saw a hand go where it shouldnt, or he come at me in a threatening way my gun would have been in his mouth. He was inches away from making a fatal mistake.

How did I know he was a manager? He could have been armed. Or had a gun to his head. I trust no one. The president of that company could have demanded entry and I would have acted no diffrently. Not even police are allowed in where I do business, or the truck without a supervisor fronm my work there. Most of them dont even know this fact. I am regulated by the federal govt. Secret service, the treasury dept, and other entities monitor armored trucking companies for compliance. It is a delicate business. Integrity a must.

That manager who stormed in was wrong the moment he turned the key.

I reported it immediately after getting out of the stop. Filed a report and this wont be the end of it. He may even lose his job, at the very least be retrained onn how to do his fucking job.

Arriving home I came back to more drama from the friend who is making me feel like second class shit.

I havent touched another human being in over 4 years.

I took no oath of celibacy.

Things at work, and off work arent going the way I would like them to.

Life should come with a reset button.