She Fired the Wrong Man
I was the top repair specialist at a luxury goods store.
Ninety percent of the shop's revenue came from my work alone.
In three years, I turned a run-down little shop on the brink of closing into a nationwide chain.
All because I clocked in two minutes late one morning, the newly appointed supervisor, Tom Menzie, locked the front doors and announced he was taking everyone on a company trip.
I asked why no one bothered to tell me.
Tom sneered, "Well, those who can do more are trusted with more. We're going on vacation. You stay and work overtime. If you can't handle it, then get the hell out!"
I was so mad that I laughed. I called the owner directly.
"I heard you're firing me."