Where to begin, Where to begin?

Well first let’s start at the beginning. It’s sunday the 13th of december. I am at work. For those of you who don’t know I work at a grocery store. The manager that day is my ex-aunt. I ask her if I can go get a few things I needed before we closed up shop. For supper that night I had ordered some spaghetti and meatballs from our in-house delicatessan(sp?). I went back and got those and some freezer bags for my mother, Prairierose. I get up to the checkout counter and I pay and the sackers sack what I had. I go and get my groceries and look in the bag and all that is in there are the freezer bags. I ask the sacker where my spaghetti is at and he plays the fool and acts like he doesn’t know where it’s at. I start looking around under the register I bought the food from and found one of them. I asked the sacker where the other one was and he said it was in the breakroom. I told him that when he wasn’t busy to go back there and bring it back up. He does and hands me the spaghetti container and it didn’t look right, or feel right. So I open the container and 3/4 of it is gone. Before I tear down my drawer the manager comes over and I ask her if we know that somone took our food that we paid for(we have a big problem with people stealing other peoples food up there) if we could do anything. She asked me who and what and I told her. They got written up and I still haven’t gotten a refund on the food they ate. I understand the money is good but sometimes I just really dont’ want to work there.