I never fully trusted the magic white paint to save my life, and would always stop and wait for people to actually stop their cars before crossing, simply because people rarely did.
My IA: I've been working in a convenience store, for a boss who doesn't like to give full hours, but keeps promising them. Then he decided to give me a few more hours, but not full time, but move me to two of his other stores. The one I am at most of the time has so much crap in the way of seeing the gas pumps it is impossible to see pumps 1 through 4 from the register. Yesterday I had a drive off. I was reamed by the owner and one of the other workers, who is related to the boss, for quite some time until I was in tears and still they kept going. A few minutes later, the owner came out of the office and handed me $40 and said the gas was his. I came unglued, told him off and was ready to walk if I wasn't fired for it. Yelling at me when he knew it was his, and seeing me in tears but still yelling at me was completely wrong. I will be job hunting. I work to pay my bills, not to bring drama into my life.