“So, you’re writing me up because I know what I’m doing. Is that it?” My hands were shaking I was so pissed. This stupid jock asshole was my boss, but I knew more than he did about the whole operation.

Not that I would have wanted his job. He had to be even more of a boot lick than we did.

“Yeah, I guess that’s it.” He leaned back in his chair and put his hands behind his head in the classic douchebag in control posture. In his little cubicle office.

“I didn’t even do anything. What the fuck did I do wrong?” I always start to stutter when I get upset, and I was reaching that point where I would fail to be able to make myself understood any longer.

He smiled. “That’s another write-up, for foul language. What are you up to this week?” Little fucking ass. I was going to get him somehow.

“L-L-L-Look. I was on my break.”

“Doesn’t matter. You were using the computer in an unauthorized manner. Anyway, it’s just a verbal warning. Here, you’ll need to sign this.”

“Sign a verbal warning? Are you serious?”