Memphis Raines and the dining room

Memphis Raines.
I love movies. You can watch them a hundred times, fall asleep at the slow parts and wake up when things get interesting. I like naps.
"Gone is 60 seconds" is where we meet the (and some of my friends will be haters when I mention his name) Nicholas Cage character Memphis Raines. Car thief trying to save a brother and a very heated, back burner relationship with Sway, Jolie, pre-Pitt.
To understand the connection, first you must know one thing about me, I see everything as it relates to the world I have chosen to work in for almost 50 years. The life or death of Memphis impacted me in a dramatic way.
At the time the story actually unfolds, I work for a casual dining chain, our company is a franchise with 40+ stores. Everyday we do a line up with the employees discussing specials, soups, features and how to execute the task at hand.
I watched this movie before going in that afternoon and became angry. I'd say it wasn't my style to become angry at work but I think there is enough documented and/or physical evidence to prove otherwise (please don't move any oddly placed pictures).
We went through all the normal specifics of information flow for the day and one of the staff commented that my mood didn't seem upbeat. I responded. I was only thinking about the dining room.
I explained which movie I had been engaged in before work, getting nods of approval before I continued. Then I made sure I had made eye contact with each of them as I was making the statement "If you were cast in the movie, you'd all be dead at the end of the movie, broken body on a wooden coffin in a room in a junkyard!" You couldn't believe the looks I received from the staff.
"I, on the other hand, would be loading my 49 cars on a barge and making millions off the stolen cars that I DIDN'T EVEN HAVE TO PAY FOR!"
Silence
I continued. You walk through the dining room, you don't see the napkins dropped on the floor, the empty glasses of the guests still waiting for their food, the empty plates in front of them or a any other service that the people who pay you a majority of your weekly salary might need. You don't see that Memphis has fallen through the floor, hanging by his fingertips, an inch from your shoes with a gun in your hands, and you wonder, as your falling from 3 stories up, to your office with the coffin, how you could have missed that tiny detail!?!
In my world, I shot Memphis Raines.