Spleen venting time...
…twas nearly Christmas early 1990's and the boss told us all to finish up about 2 hours early for the work Christmas “party”. But whilst my colleagues consumed their modest ration of mince pies and Victoria Bitter, my boss sent me out to do the banking. Fair enough I thought – it needs doing and should only take 20 minutes or so. As I got out of my car at the bank I saw this bloke hitting a woman in the car park, so me and a Vietnamese guy from the next car decided to join in the melee (hitting the guy, not the woman). We both figured it was a domestic violence thing but it turns out he was robbing the payroll and petty cash she was carrying. We then both got rammed (albeit at low speed) by the thief's mate’s car resulting in the thief getting away – but with the petty cash bag only – and leaving me with a badly swollen knee and a bag containing the payroll for a fairly large local company. I rang my boss and explained I would be a couple of hours as the local police needed to interview me and the Vietnamese guy. On my return to work all the friggin’ mince pies and VB had gone and my boss approaches me and says “Don’t worry about the couple of hours off, you can make it up another time” – I naturally assumed he was joking but next pay packet he had docked me two hours pay due to “un-requested time off”. *WTF*?!* (This was a catalyst in my deciding to change careers – one of the best decisions I ever made.)

Even worse though was the fate of the Vietnamese guy who turned out to be an illegal immigrant and got deported. Poor bastard.

I should add that the company the girl worked for sent me a nice cheque via the police and also an invite for me and wifey to their Christmas party – which was a super wicked upmarket affair!
(emadex thinks the world will end on, Thu 16 Dec 2004, 23:48, Reply)