Results of “Operation Internal Inferno”
Well it took a little over a day before the “golden boy” touched my food and he did so without thinking that anything was up. Before I carried out my little scheme, I decided to place jalapeño sauce in a small edible “packet” embedded into a good looking sandwich instead of a laxative. While a laxative would have been pretty funny, I had a last minute thought of possible medical concerns. The jalapeno sauce was hotter than heck, and you’d have to be crazy to ever venture to eat something this hot.
So I made the sandwich, put it in the red bag and waited at work. Sure enough the little moron took it almost gleefully in front of my face as my shift was ending and his was beginning. I did protest a bit, telling him I’ll have him removed if he didn’t stop and he said “Try me.” So I just huffed and walked away trying not to laugh.
I’m not sure when he ate it or if anyone was around, but apparently something spectacular happened. He had a bad habit of eating in his work truck, you’re not supposed to due to some equipment concerns, but he did and he tried to deny it. How do we know he did? There was a large pool of vomit all over the dash! This indicated to me that he must not have bit into the packet of sauce, but actually swallowed it whole!
Oh what a rollercoaster ride his gut must have been on. There were some unmentionable hints all around the office and the garage bathroom of the evening events, but I’ll spare you the details; I’m pretty sure you can guess what was going on. It was if someone inside him had yelled “Fire drill! Both exits, no waiting!”
What happened to me? Nothing. I filled out a harassment notice against the moron because of his constant thievery of my food and how it posed a health risk because of my medical condition, hypoglycemia. He did try to get me in trouble painting a picture, besides the pretty deposits of “backup” all over the place, that I was a horrible and insensitive person and that I trapped him and forced him to eat a sandwich that was spiked with something. His uncle, a council-man/ board member, tried to file action at me but on what grounds? There was none. All around the office I’m known to have a love for spicy food, so how could I be in trouble for a spicy sandwich? He was laughed at, there wasn’t any proof and from that grounds, what was his precious nephew doing eating my food?
The idiot was fired today under thievery of different levels and health endangerment. Let’s see him get a job after this. This will leave a stain or more than one kind on him for any future job experiences.