My entitled boss demands that I work after hours without clocking in, claiming that I still

have work that I need to do, and that he is going to have me fired if I do clock in to do this

extra work. And so, after dealing with this guy for so long, and after putting up with his

awful targeted behavior towards me, I decided to get some revenge by getting this guy in

trouble in a way that he's

never experienced before in his life. Here's what happened. So this story takes place when I

worked at a casino, and for anyone out there that thinks it would be a great job, well, I can

tell you right now it's not as glamorous as it seems, especially when you are working in the

kitchen. Now, a little backstory is needed so you can all get

the whole picture. When I started working at this location, I was young, still in college, and working

two part-time jobs. At first, it was just okay. I had been hired on as a steward, which is just a fancy

term for dishwasher, which wasn't too bad as it had been the same job I had at the last restaurant that I worked

at. However, there were a few differences. I won't go into too much detail and name all of them,

just the ones that are important to the story. The first and the one I like the best was that since

there were so many restaurants and that the stewards were all in one department, we were shuffled

around every day. One day, you would

be working in the steakhouse and the next day the buffet, then you would go to the Italian

restaurant, to the sandwich shop in the bingo hall, and so on. This meant that you were always

working with other people. You were interacting with them, and it gave you a change of scenery.

I was told I was odd for liking this, but my counter was that if you did end up

working with someone that you didn't get along with, then it would only be a while till you work

with them again. The second was that this place hated unions. Twice a year, there would be a meeting

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