Story time:
In another lifetime I worked for a bank. My job was to run around keep things like teller machines, ATM's, phone systems up and running. One day I was there putting in a new phone system and programming the new switch. Everyone knew I was there but I guess they forgot about me in the basement. They went home and locked up. I go upstairs figuring the Mgr was waiting for me and the alarms went off, good Christ they are loud. About the entire KCK police force shows up and point guns at me. I am sitting there with my fingers in my ears trying to tell them I work there, but they for some reason are not buying it. They bust the glass to get in, I am in cuffs and they are digging through my bags finding all kinds of "tech" tools....hmm perhaps he is the phone guy. The entire branch went to the wedding of someone else that worked there, this is roughly 1990 so not everyone had a cell phone, but I did as I was always on the road. The cops let me call my boss, and to make an understatement he was HOT.
About an hour and a half later, one of the VP's show up....big shots usually know the tech guys and I knew him....for the life of me I can't remember his name. He gets everything shut down, and the cops are happy, but he is not real happy, the branch has a busted door. Can't really leave it like that. Still can't get the manager. He calls the guard service we use and we pay a guard to sit in the branch all night till the "door fix it guy" can get there. Cheaper to pay the guard then after hours door guy.
I go home, and get a paid week of vac for all the shit I went through, the manager and asst lost their jobs. And somehow this is all my fault, I checked in, and a few of the tellers and personals knew it, but they are still pissed at me.
I went back to that branch once, the the evil vibes I got was not worth it, I told my boss I would not step foot in that branch again as they all blame me for what happened. He was understanding about it, but made me go anyway. I quit not long after that.