I liked my job and I liked my boss, but I didn’t like the way she treated much of the staff. She was a perfectionist, a hard task master and a disciplinarian in one between 9 to 5 and many in the office were beginning to get tired of her prima donna behaviour. Something had to change and the situation reached its climax when she started trying to pick on me.
“You can’t even do that right, what are you? Why are you here?”
“You didn’t even tell me I had to do that, it’s you that left the accounts to the last minute, not me. Its your fault” I replied, as our voices raised.
“No, it’s your fault, you didn’t have my back. In fact go. You’re fired. As its Friday you can take the rest of today to say your goodbyes, but after today you’re sacked.”
I was speechless to begin with. “You can’t just sack me, I did nothing wrong.”
“Watch me” she replied before she walked quickly back to her office and slammed the door shut. Various faces around the office looked over at me awkwardly. Suddenly an idea came into my head and I responded to the situation by calling a staff meeting.
“Staff room, now everyone.” I said as I saw through the slit in the door that my boss was on the phone.
The staff meeting was quite refreshing. Everyone in the room was at breaking point and nobody thought I deserved to be sacked. They wanted to teach her a lesson but they were unsure how best to do it. After I suggested my idea to them, I felt empowered and trusted as they all agreed to let me.
“I will do my upmost to teach her a bit of respect. I want to bring you and I back a brand new, more reasonable boss. I hope this works” I said at the end as we all went back to our desks while I headed to my car and fished out a bag I always kept in the back, hopeful of a situation like this arising. I couldn’t believe what I was about to do.
I entered the lift and got out at our floor, seeing numerous faces watch me as I strode confidently towards the one separate room on the floor; her office. I knocked on the door with an air of confidence. Her phone call had long since ended and I could hear her typing on the computer. After no response I swung the door open and walked in, slamming it behind me.
“Get out. You don’t have my permission to be in here.” She retorted, barely looking up at me.
“That’s fine…I wasn’t asking.” I replied.
Her name was Jenna and she was a busty brunette in looks. Her brunette hair was reasonably straight and dark. Her outfit was a white blouse, short black skirt, pantyhose and black high heel shoes. She was roughly late twenties in age and reasonably pretty underneath her bad attitude.
Jenna looked up from the computer screen a little confused as to why I hadn’t apologised or caved to her unwelcoming pressure. Still I strode towards her, Taser hidden up my sleeve as I waited till I was right next to her. Once there, none of us broke eye contact, none of us wanted to back down. I ended the standoff when I flicked the Taser out, pushing it to her side as I pumped her full of volts. She fell out of her chair and onto the floor as a result, passing out which was exactly what I wanted.