Everyone knows what they’d do if their employer pissed them off enough to leave disgruntled. For me it’s leaving a pile of sardines cooking in the break room microwave on my way out the door. (For 2 minutes. Out of the tin. On a paper plate. I’m not a monster. And this isn’t something I’ve done. Just something I’ve fantasized about.)
Everyone knows what they’d do if their employer pissed them off enough to leave disgruntled. For me it’s leaving a pile of sardines cooking in the break room microwave on my way out the door. (For 2 minutes. Out of the tin. On a paper plate. I’m not a monster. And this isn’t something I’ve done. Just something I’ve fantasized about.)
But this. This is just total scorched earth.