In its very definition, our bosses are supposed to dictate what we are to do at work. But sometimes they WAY overstep the line, as the following workers know all too well. Whether disgusting, illegal or even worse, these bosses should be fired for what they asked their employees to do.
What A Sleaze
“These two are the worst and happened during my time in dot.com. Telling, eh?
Boss asked me to take his visibly pregnant girlfriend to a vendor party because his wife came too and he wanted to have sex with the girlfriend at the party.
(Same) boss asked me to come to his house on a Sunday and snoop around his wife’s computers because he thought she had an affair (I quit that day)”
Not Worth The Raise
“I’m a professional model and sometimes things get crazy. I had this boss who called me into his office one day and started talking about a substantial raise.
I was excited about it and then he said literally ‘suck my d–k first.’ It took me so off guard I just stood there and stammered, ‘What?’
He made his ridiculous remark again and I trying my best to retain my anger – I wanted to stab him with the scissors on his desk – kind of smiled and said something like, ‘Oh, are you a bad boy?’ He nods. I continue, ‘Then bend over, f–k yourself and suck your own damn c–k.’ Then I stormed out.
I sued him for sexual harassment. I didn’t ask for any money, but I made sure he lost his job and went down as a registered sex offender”
Complete BS
“I was a waitress at Olive Garden and the rule was everyone worked Sunday. I had been there around a year and had never missed a shift. Other servers would go out drinking and call in sick, never got in trouble.
On Friday I found out that my mother had breast cancer and was having a mastectomy on Monday morning at 5:00 am. I would need to drive on Sunday to be there for her. I went to my manager and explained why I needed Sunday off. He said no way and if I didn’t show I was fired. I pointed out that I had covered for others many times on Sunday and that this was a better reason to miss a shift than a hangover, but he was unmoved. I handed him my order book and told him I had just been sat with a 20 top and walked out the door”
NOPE
“I worked in an ice skating rink which had interlocking rubber mats everywhere because people walked around with skates with sharp blades which would ruin regular floors. The restrooms, too, had these mats. To the best of my recollection, they had never been lifted in the restroom.
One Saturday morning, I was told to take all of them out of the women’s restroom, bring them outside, hose off the mats, mop the restroom floors, and put the mats back in the restroom once everything dried. I almost passed out from the stench.
The next day, Sunday morning, I was told to do the same to the men’s restroom. I quit immediately and went home and went back to sleep”
Evil Ferrets
“I had a job at a hotel when I was a teenager. I was kind of an assistant groundskeeper, mowing the lawn, pulling weeds in the flower beds, taking out the trash…you know basically whatever kind of outdoor menial task you would give a teenager. One of the things he had me do was to feed and water his ferrets.
Now, most people would say, ‘What is so bad about that? Ferrets are cute.’ Wel,l most people are only familiar with ‘pet’ ferrets. This guy kept ‘hunting’ ferrets. Hunting ferrets are the Tunnel rats of the animal kingdom. They are born and bred to go down into the prey’s home and kill them and drag the body out. They are swift, flexible, vicious killers with a sixth sense for finding any minuscule gap to either escape through or use as an opportunity to bite the s–t out of you.
He had a couple of hutches with around 6 to 10 ferrets in each hutch. If you stuck your hands in there, especially with a full food dish, it was like sticking your hand into a swarm of furred piranha. You had to wear elbow length leather/heavy canvas gloves. Not only did they physically attack you when you fed them, they used your arm like a makeshift escape ladder, so you had to use your free hand to snag any ferret trying to escape. Oh, did I tell you that semi-wild ferrets really, really do not like to be grabbed whilst trying to escape? That is when they turn into a twisty, squirmy tube with razors on both ends”
Just Awful
“Loading frozen dead animals into my car and then unloading defrosted dogs back into the same freezer several hours later.
When I was a freshman in college, I had a job walking and caring for the pets at the local animal hospital. One HOT July day they asked me to take the frozen dead animals from the freezer and drive them ACROSS TOWN to the humane society for cremation.
I loaded my PERSONAL car with very heavy, very cold, and very dead cats, dogs, hamsters etc. Let me point out, I was a 120-pound female doing this by myself while other employees watched from afar and frozen dogs are EXTREMELY heavy. At the humane society, they claimed no one had called and their cremator may be full for the day, but asked if I could wait for a moment while they checked. 20 minutes later…..
I drive my car back across town filled with thawing, smelly dead animals and unloading the softening bodies BACK into the freezer. After telling my boss the situation at the humane society he commented on how unfortunate that the freezer is filling up and told me I’ll have to do it again the following week. Needless to say, I quit and my car smelled like decaying dead bodies for the remainder of the summer”
When It Almost Costs Your Life
“I toughed out the symptoms of appendicitis because I was working on a really complex database for the company I was working for. My boss insisted that I work while I was sick because it ‘toughened up people.’ After a few days, the pain went away and I thought I was home free!
Unbeknownst to me, I was now growing an abscess which spread from my appendix into my colon and into my small intestine. In pretty short order, I lost 60 pounds — but I kept on working.
One day I went to work feeling extremely ill, literally turned green at mid-morning and I asked my boss if I could leave work to go to the doctor. She informed me that I was NOT going anywhere and I was NOT leaving work until the project she needed was finished.
At 1:30, I began vomiting and hiccupping and had the worst pain I’d ever felt in my life. A coworker called my partner and my doctor, who got me in on an emergency appointment. It turned out my abscessed appendix had finally ruptured and I had a serious case of peritonitis and what would have been an overnight stay and two or three days’ recovery had I gone to the doctor eight months earlier when symptoms appeared meant emergency surgery, a colon resection, seven days in intensive care to deal with the peritonitis and three weeks in the hospital to recover from the infection.
Oh, by the way, my heart stopped in the middle of surgery. There really IS a tunnel and white light which appears!
While I was in intensive care, my boss would ‘visit’ every day and bring work for me to do, well, until the intensive care nurses saw what she was doing and barred her from my room.
When I finally got back to work a month later, I found I had been written up for ‘excessive absences’ and for missing deadlines during the month while I was gone, three weeks of which were in the hospital.
Alas: she was implicated as part of a scandal involving $7.6 million of misappropriated public funds and quit her job abruptly. The morning after she resigned, I ordered an elaborate breakfast for everybody in my unit to celebrate her resignation”
Immoral, Illegal and Unethical
“I was fresh out of college, working for a small contract job shop that made aircraft parts. We had won a contract to make a few hundred large nuts that were used to attach helicopter blades to the drive shaft.
My boss had a bad habit of under-bidding projects and then cutting corners to keep from losing money. (Really, it was more his actual business model than what you might term a habit. In the three years I worked there, he never made a profit.) In this case, the nuts required a very specific heat-treating regimen so that they would be both hard and tough. When he found out how expensive it was going to be to do this, he freaked out. So he decided instead to heat treat them in the old oven out in the paint shed.
We argued about that. At the time I was running the QC department, and I knew they had to be inspected for micro-cracks after heat-treating and there was no way in hell they’d pass. He scoffed, wrapped the nuts in stainless foil, and stuck them in the oven. Sure enough, when they emerged they were covered with heavy scale. He had them wire-brushed and sent them off. Every last one failed magnetic-particle inspection.
I took the inspection report to his office and laid it on his desk and said, ‘I told you so.’ He ran me out of his office. I moved the pallet of bad nuts into Quarantine and wrote up the Reject paperwork. Late that afternoon, he came into my office and laid a paper on my desk and said, ‘Sign that.’ It was the magnetic-particle inspection report. He had used white-out to get rid of the check mark by FAIL and had checked PASS. I declined his request. We argued again. Loudly. Those nuts were called ‘Jesus Nuts’ because if one of them broke, that was who you were going to go see. There was no freaking way I was going to let those things out of the building. He stomped off.
The next morning the GM came by and informed me that my services were no longer needed. He watched as I cleaned out my desk, and escorted me to the door. That was in August. By February I was gainfully employed in another state. One evening I got a call from an agent of the FBI. She wanted to talk about some helicopter nuts. I grinned and said, ‘What would you like to know?’
They never called me to testify. It wasn’t necessary, as the paper trail was damning enough. My ex-boss went to prison and lost his business. I’ve had other bosses that have asked me to do distasteful things or difficult things or Way-Out-Of-My-Comfort-Zone things … but none that asked me to do something that was immoral, illegal and unethical”
Again And Again And Again
“Back in the early ’80s, still in high school, I had a summer job as an usher in a cinema. It was a single-screen movie house that tended to pick one good mainstream movie and stay with it for a good long time, like two months.
When I began work, the movie there was Chariots of Fire, a period drama, only slightly fictionalizing the true stories of British Olympic sprinters Eric Liddell and Harold Abrahams. Being a good movie with an awesome Vangelis soundtrack (and eventually the Best Picture Oscar that year), it stuck around for the entire summer, as did I.
The usher’s duties included showing patrons to their seats and cleaning the theatre between showings, but one of the key rules was that the usher must remain in the actual screening room, facing forward, during the playing of the movie. In other words, I had to watch the movie. Three times a day. I had to be on the lookout for people entering in the dark, as well as anyone trying to light up a cigarette or have discreet sex in the seats, but mostly I just had to watch the movie.
The first two times watching the movie, it was a good movie, and I was pleased. The next few times had me figuring out the movie’s convoluted flashback structure and learning the names of minor characters. A few more viewings and I knew the names of the actors who had played those minor characters, and where I’d seen them before. After twenty screenings, I knew without effort how to spell Vangelis’ last name. (Why, it’s Papathanassiou, of course. Doesn’t everyone know that?) After forty, I was certain I could storyboard every scene in the flick, from memory. I was hearing the soundtrack in my sleep. As my sanity began to slip away, I began looking for other duties to perform, to get out of the screening room.
Well, there were bathrooms to clean. I tried going to do that, and was stopped by the senior usher. Why? That’s had already been done by other ushers. And as the newest employee, I was the most junior, and the now-enviable task cleaning bathrooms was reserved for SENIOR ushers. As the junior guy, it was my job to WATCH THE MOVIE AGAIN”
Sinking Ship
“During the financial crisis, the head of one of the departments at my financial institution was told to read the layoff list to the employees. The list was so huge that he couldn’t look through it all. So he gathered everyone in the conference room and began reading the list. At the end of the list, unexpectedly, he read his name.
‘Well guys, put your hats on and let’s go home…'”
Crossing The Line
“I was working in industrial glass work and I’d gotten a nasty cut on my left thumb that required 5 stitches. I was told to not put the hand to heavy use for at least a week. This happened on a Friday.
The whole next week was a test of wills, with my boss (a small shop owner and his wife) trying to get me to ignore the doctor’s advice. I was not being a stickler about it – I just wanted to avoid overdoing it. Some of the glass and mirrors we worked with were large and heavy. I put the load on my good hand all the time, and though I was slower, I was getting my work done, and with quality.
On the following Friday, I was asked to do a job that would have had me carrying larger pieces of glass up scaffolding (weight of the glass on one hand, lifting/climbing myself with the other). I told them I wouldn’t do it. ‘I’m a musician,’ I said. ‘I’m not risking the use of my hand.’
The response? She said, ‘What’s more important to you? Your music or your JOB?’
To which I responded, ‘The use of my hand for the rest of my life.’
His response was to tell me to, ‘Stop trying to n—-r out of your job.’
I waited until the end of the day, collected my paycheck, grabbed all of my tools and walked out, never to return. It is – to this day – the only time in my life I ever walked out on a job without giving notice and having my next job lined up. I never spoke to them again.
I started my job hunt on Monday, and had a new job by the end of the day”
Sticking To Your Guns
“I have been asked to do many bad things for my sales job, but the worst thing was when I was young and had recently been promoted into a manager role. I happened to be an industry expert and developed a ground-breaking product that made a lot of money, but like any new thing, it had many, many flaws. We were trying to make a big sale to a major customer and I was flown out to meet this customer and answer their questions. The customer was an attractive woman of my age, we hit it off immediately and had great chemistry together. Our sales director was a total weasel and he picked up on this at once. He had me flown out to the customer over and over during the trial phase. I had to work in close contact with this woman for some time. We could have had a fling easily, but she was married and there was a picture on her desk of her husband. Both of us felt the tug, but we ignored it. The Director did everything he could to thrust us together, such as late night meetings, late night sessions at expensive restaurants and so on. He would duck out before ordering, saying he had other work to do, leaving us with these candle-lit dinners at the quaint or romantic restaurants of his choosing. Meanwhile, the product was having more problems than we thought and the sale was in jeopardy, and the competition was coming on strong.
One day the Director came to me and said, ‘You’ve done a great job on this account. Why don’t you ask Nancy to go on a trip to the Bahamas with you? We’ll say there’s a working model in a similar application there and you both need to investigate. The company will pick up the entire tab.’ I knew there was no product in the Bahamas. He wanted me to sleep with her to seal the deal. ‘You can win this deal for us,’ he pleaded. I would have taken her in a minute… if she wasn’t married. I knew she would have gone with me, too. ‘I can’t,’ I said, ‘She’s married. ‘Oh, that doesn’t matter,’ he said, waving it off, ‘We don’t care what happens between you two. Plus, after the sale, you can visit here anytime you want on the company.’ I declined. He was pissed.
I knew I had to make the thing work and win the sale or I would be in big trouble. In fact, when I returned to the office, management was quite frosty towards me, I am sure for not taking them up on the offer. I worked day and night and we won the sale, one of the biggest of my career. And I remained friends with the woman for years afterward. We exchanged Christmas cards for years, and I never deleted her voicemails because I loved to hear her voice. But I never visited the company again and refused all invitations to do so. That was more than 20 years ago and I still sometimes think of her, but never with guilt”
Megalomaniac Alcoholic
“Worked for a non-profit organization whose director was, well, a megalomaniac alcoholic, to put it nicely. Among the things he did himself or asked me to do:
-When the organization relocated nearly 800 miles away, he made a few of us act as his movers – loading furniture and boxes, driving them in U-hauls, then unloading them into a giant, three-story house. This was supposedly a big cost savings but the cost of wages, hotel rooms, etc., meant that it really saved only $400… not taking the car accident, injuries, and breathing problems that we incurred into account.
-Fired our administrator (or scared her into quitting), so he decided I would handle all payroll and accounts payable. This worked for a couple of months until I asked him why he was charging his expensive monthly cigar shipment to the organization. He told me it was ‘in his contract’ and then switched me back to my original position and had someone else do the job.
-The staff who chose not to relocate had been kept on as employees for a couple of months so they could look for new jobs, even though not all of them succeeded in that. When we received the unemployment forms, he told me to fill them out, then yelled at me for not indicating that they had been terminated with cause (which wasn’t true but would have made them ineligible for benefits). He then threw the forms in the garbage. The organization’s lack of response meant that everyone who filed was approved for unemployment payments, which led to another raging tantrum when we got THAT notification.
-We were on Mountain Time, but he traveled to the east coast to do fundraising and flew into a rage because ‘I called the office at 8:00 a.m. and you were all late!’ No, it was just 6:00 a.m. for us. From that point forward, someone had to work from 8:00 to 5:00 in whatever time zone HE was in.
-He berated a coworker because she hadn’t finished stuffing envelopes for a mailing. Two of us skipped our lunch break and worked with her to get it finished. He then called us to his office and threatened to fire us for ‘undermining his authority.’ Two hours and several drinks of whiskey later, he called us back to drunkenly apologize (it was the only apology I ever received from him).
-Was drinking with our (underage) summer workers and bragging about how he could win anything. Eventually, this resulted in him and an 18-year-old female intern stripping down to their underwear and swimming across a small lake in the middle of the night. No, I can’t imagine how that would raise any red flags!
-He didn’t believe me when I told him that the cook he had hired for our on-site residents was unstable, telling me that I was ‘clearly racist’ because I didn’t like him (I’m white, the cook was African American). The cook told outrageous stories, stole items from people’s rooms, stumbled around drunk on cooking wine (and stolen rum) most days, and was very touchy-feely (read: totally creepy) with the female employees. The cook ultimately got the ax when he went to the boss family’s Thanksgiving dinner, where he threw dinner plates and hit on the boss’ nieces”
F Him!
“A manager fired me when I refused to sleep with him. That has got to be the worst thing a boss has ever asked me to do. He told me that I wouldn’t even have to come into work, that he would pay for my apartment. All I had to do was go out with him. Wink wink. Yeah. I politely declined. I told him I was not interested in drawing a paycheck without actually working for the check. His response? You would be earning it.
That still makes me feel dirty just to recall him saying it. The next Friday, instead of a paycheck, I got a pink slip in the envelope to go to HR. I was told I was being fired for not showing up to work on Saturday. Except for the fact that I wasn’t on the schedule for the prior Saturday.
I should have handled that situation so much differently. If it were to happen today, the outcome would have been HIM being fired. Not me. Oh well. I was young and naive at the time”
Sadistically Cruel
“The boss I had at one of the call centers I worked at was just…cruel. Sadistically cruel, in some ways. But, he also really, really wanted people to love and worship him. So, this is what happened several times:
Boss: ‘I hear Brenda’s been coming in late lately.’ (the boss had a small stable of people who would feed him information to make themselves look good…it’s not really up to the call center director to get involved in small details like this)
Me: ‘She came in late twice last week, but she gave me a heads up; her car broke down, so she was taking the bus, and she just had to work with it. Her car’s back now, and she’s fine.’
Boss: ‘It doesn’t matter; we can’t let things like this slide. You need to write her up for it.’
Me: ‘Boss, I don’t feel comfortable with that. She notified me in advance of the possibility for being late, she was never more than 10 minutes late, and it had no impact on us.’
Boss: ‘It doesn’t matter. You’re going to write her up, or I’m going to fire you for insubordination.’
Brenda: ‘Garrett, Boss just told me what you did and I can’t believe you’d do that to me!’ Me: ‘What…what did I do?’ Brenda: ‘He told me that he specifically told you not to write me up and that you elected to do it anyway. Why’d you write me up if he told you it was okay for me to come in late?’ After the first couple times, I was so shocked and saddened by it…he actually pulled these individuals into his office, sat them down and told them I came to him, asking for authorization to write them up, and in each case, he advised me not to, but I did it anyway. Each of those times, I went directly to him and asked him what the hell he was doing; at first, he would play dumb: ‘What did I do?’ Then, after I explained, he had one simple response: ‘So?'” “I was working in a steel manufacturing facility. My job involved maintenance of overhead cranes. Every time I’d ask my boss for anything, say like man power, tools & tackles, consumables or even spare parts, he’d just say, ‘Take some shortcut that doesn’t involve spending money.’ One day, I spotted a problem in one of a gearbox in a very important crane so I called him to tell that we gotta replace it ASAP. All he said was his tagline, ‘Take some shortcut that doesn’t involve spending money.’ I was so angry that I wrapped it up as it is and left for home. The gearbox failed that night and due to the crane unavailability company suffered a huge loss. I got a few calls but I just didn’t respond. The next morning he called me to give an explanation to the GM about what happened. I went there but with my resignation letter; as I opened the door he stood up to blame everything on me like he always did, but I smacked my resignation on GM’s table and said ‘We’re done.’ He read ‘RESIGNATION LETTER’ in big and bold at the top of the paper and he was like, ‘No! You can’t resign, how are we supposed to maintain the cranes until we find someone?’ I gave a tight-lipped smile and said ‘Take some shortcut that doesn’t involve spending money'” “When I was 18 I got a job working in a Holiday Inn laundry. On Wednesday nights the hotel offered special food and drinks at the bar. They called it ‘Hump Night.’ It was a really popular night. Unfortunately, people got extremely drunk and messed up the bathrooms (if you can get my drift). The laundry opened before 7 am, much earlier than the regular staff. One day the hotel’s night manager came in and ordered me to clean the lady’s bathroom in the lobby. He said the morning cleaning staff had not come in yet… and the bathroom was a mess. He gave me a cleaning cart and sent me on my way. I’ve never seen the kind of mess I saw in that toilet. Vomit on the walls, urine on the floor and worse. In the corner of the last stall, I found a pair of pantyhose, a woman’s bra and three used condoms. The next week the night manager asked me to clean ALL the lobby bathrooms. I politely refused, at which point he told me I was fired. I said OK, grabbed my purse and started walking out the door. He stopped me and said he’d clean it himself. I didn’t say a word. A couple of hours later the head of housekeeping came in and told me the laundry chute was backed up to the 6th floor. Seems a LOT of ‘Hump Day’ customers had taken hotel rooms for the night and had left HUGE messes all over the hotel. She wanted to know if we could work faster. We ended up working all weekend to clean a mountain of laundry. The hotel stopped having ‘Hump Night’ bar night, and I was NEVER asked to clean up the lobby toilets again” “I was working as a junior executive of a private corporation in the mid-’70s. I was headed out to a festive lunch on Dec. 23rd with some of my colleagues to celebrate the coming holiday. As I was preparing to leave, the CEO stopped by my office to beg me to pick up a Christmas gift for his wife on my way back because he ‘was running late and didn’t have a clue’ what she might like. He dropped his AmEx credit card on my desk on his way out of the office. I knew better than to say I didn’t think it was part of my job description. His wife got a $1,400 hand-tailored leather designer purse for Christmas that year. I heard later that she loved it. Funny, my boss never even asked me to get him coffee after that” “I was working for one of the top NYC publishing houses. My father, who was in his late 80s and had a variety of medical problems, was in the hospital, also in NYC. I’d been going to see him the day before, and he was doing better, but then, I got a call at work that he was going, rapidly. I went into my supervisor’s office, told her I had to leave right away, and without even looking at me, she told me that I had to give her a hard copy of the schedule for an author who was on tour, and she’d need some other hard copies. ‘I need this now because I don’t know when you’ll be back,’ she told me. The bottom line is that when I got to the hospital, my father had died, maybe five or ten minutes earlier. I might not have made it if I’d left right away, but didn’t feel I could say no; there was an implied threat in my boss’s tone. And to add insult to injury, I got a bad review that year, largely because of the amount of time I’d taken off; my mother had died a few months before. I found another job and gave notice a month after that bad review, and today, ten years later, I still shake with anger when I think about it” “Scoop up a mass of dead and decaying mice corpses piled up under the grocery store’s dog food display. They’d been exterminated. And I was the lucky bagger who got to clean up the mess. (Thanks, Gil.” “I have a couple of these! Some that are super gross (like the time a rat crawled up into the back of our work’s soda machine and exploded! One guess as to who had to figure that one out…). Some that are kind of funny (like the time the supervising sound tech forgot to turn off a mic while a singer was reprimanding her kids backstage for fighting and they wanted me to take the wrap). Some that are real shady (like that time my immediate supervisor at a clothing store was damaging goods so she could steal them and asked me not to say anything). But I’m going with one that was somewhere in a gray area: I was working for a vehicle auction in a sleepy little area in Arizona. I was working as an office clerk in charge of data entry, cash, and various mounds of paperwork. Now, I’m not sure if you’ve ever been to a dealer’s vehicle auction or worked with car dealers and traders in the Southwest, but I’d like to imagine it is similar to working on a ship of drunken pirates who treat the ship like a low brow strip club where only half of them have actually showered or washed and almost all of them make wildly inappropriate jokes and wave their money around like it’s a game of Monopoly. I started work there at the age of 20. While I wouldn’t say I was ever more than average-looking (at best), I was a girl-shaped human so naturally, they treated me like Halle Barry in a string bikini offering free lap dances. My boss (a beautiful redhead who actually probably could have found success as a model or TV personality) was used to chasing them off with a stick anyway and she was incredibly smart, so she gave me a run down of what I needed to do to keep myself safe in this office. Since I was sitting on a safe full of tens of thousands of dollars each week, and the keys to all the vehicles in the middle of nowhere, she wanted to make sure I was protecting myself. She gave me a rundown of what not to do while I was in the office with clients because some may be unpredictable. She warned me that they might try to learn things about me to bribe me with something I want, like a nice pair of shoes, a designer bag, or a freaking car! They took special precautions with the security system, cameras, locks, and even the layout of the office. They also built an enclosure made of bullet proof glass for the cash handling section. They were serious. One day she came in unannounced on a non-auction day and offered me the last piece of my ‘security training.’ She placed a Glock on my desk and asked me if I knew how to use it. Having lived in Arizona for eight years at that point, I was a little surprised to say no. Though many of my friends were gifted in this department, I had never even fired a gun before. That day, we went out on the back dirt lot and I took my first shooting lesson. Our lot manager, a cranky older man, was also remarkable in his abilities and taught me a lot about gun safety. After some practice, my boss came to me and asked if I felt confident with the gun. I didn’t know how to respond (yelling ‘Hell no! You’re on your own!’ didn’t seem like a great option at the time), but I didn’t figure I would really ever need it so I gave her a nervous nod and told her I needed to file some papers. Good,’ she said. ‘If a guy gets handsy with you, you’ll know what to do.’ ‘Shoot him?’ (I honestly didn’t know what to do!) ‘No,’ she said with a laugh. ‘But he shouldn’t know that you won’t.’ ‘So I’m supposed to just wave it around at the clients?’ I joked. ‘Of course not!’ She laughed, took a sip of her coffee, and began to walk into the next room. ‘On auction day, wear it on your hip. Just keep it where they can get a peek at it.’ I laughed. She didn’t. There was a holster on my desk. And that’s the story of how I was expected to go from naive cashier to gun-toting bada–“Karma Can Be A B
Hump Day
Teach Him A Lesson
When It’s Best To Say No
So Lucky
Do What Now?
