My entitled co-worker tries to get me in trouble, all because I have my phone out while on the job. So I decided to get some petty revenge by literally ruining his weekend plans in quite possibly the most satisfying way possible. Here's what happened. Okay, so I used to work for an armored car company. Now, this is something I did for a few years when I was in university and waiting for a position in what would be my future career.

It was good money and lots of people did it as their full-time jobs, but I wanted more out

of life than a mindless job. Because I was classified as part-time, I did not have a set shift.

I mostly covered for people when they were sick, took vacation, worked unscheduled shifts, or

work shifts created specifically for part-timers.

All in all, I was working full-time hours almost every week. Most of the full-timers loved working with me. The way the company worked is that you were set up for a 13-hour shift. However, if you managed to complete your run in less than that, you would still get paid the full shift. I was young, I moved fast, and I didn't care about breaks,

even if it meant that I could get paid for three or four hours to sit at home instead of working. So, whenever I took over for someone older who was just on autopilot, I could get their co-worker home in a fraction of the time. Now, one of the full-time workers, a real Karen, who we will call Kyle for the sake of the story,

was just the worst. For some reason, he took it upon himself to tattle on people for anything

that he didn't like. If someone weren't wearing their collared shirt under their sweater,

he would run and tell management. And as an FYI, working in the summer heat in a literal metal

box, wearing a bulliper vest makes you want to shed layers.

Also, if someone was wearing black instead of blue pants, he would tell management.

If someone was wearing a company hat that has the company logo but is not our official

uniform, he would also tell management.

So basically, no one in the company like Kyle.

Well, one week, Kyle's cowork-worker was taking vacation and my boss

scheduled me to replace him. The run is pretty easy. It's a commercial day shift. So 90% of the stops

are retail stores with less than a few hundred bucks in cash. Because of the amount of money,

no one has ever had a problem with one person jumping out and running in, grabbing the money and

coming back, while the second person, usually the driver, stays with the truck. In this shift, I was the driver, so that's what I did. When Kyle was in the store, I would just navigate my phone, look at the people in the area, make sure there were no threats and that I wasn't parked in anyone's way, but mostly it was just wasting time. Well, on one stop, Kyle came back,

and I was just finishing up writing an email, and apparently Kyle wasn't too happy with me taking

a few extra seconds to start going. And unbeknownst to me, he took a picture of me behind the wheel

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