If you have ever worked a single job in your life, chances are you haven’t liked one of your managers. On the flip side, it’s more than likely that at least one of your managers didn’t like you (which is weird, cuz how could anybody NOT like you?). It’s all just apart of working with people. Despite personal differences, however, you never want to sabotage your fellow co-workers over it.
For this US Marine, it was a completely different story. The managers were out to get him from the get go for, from his perspective, no reason whatsoever. And judging by what happened at the end, it seems like justice was served. We edited (ie shortened) this tale of revenge from a story told on Reddit, so if you enjoyed it be sure to read the whole thing there. And without further ado, enjoy!
We all know the saying, “In order to make an omelette, you gotta crack a few eggs”. A very down to Earth saying with a lot of meaning and truth behind it. I guess you can even apply this saying to revenge.
I am a former Marine living in a semi-small town that I am not from, trying to make ends meet while I wait for my tech school to start this summer. I ended up working at a quaint little restaurant very close to where my girlfriend worked that was recently re-opened by it’s corporate ownership after a terrible franchise owner had control of it. All of the staff were new hires, from the top to the bottom. Great food and even better drink specials, the perfect place for me to make ends meet while I attend school. Or so I thought.
When I first started working at this restaurant, management seemed to really like having me around. I was very good at entertaining guests, I brought people in to the bar, and I was great at making drinks. But at some point, management’s attitude toward me seemed to negatively shift.
Let’s discuss the management team. First we have the GM, let’s call him Jack. Jack is a round man in his early 30’s who on the surface seems like a stand up guy. Then we have Nessa, the assistant GM. Nessa is a short woman in her late 40’s, my first impression was that she’s a quiet but professional woman, does things by the book. And finally, we have Courtney. Courtney was the “bar manager”. From the get-go, Courtney rubbed me the wrong way. She was in her late 30’s and never really smiled. Something about her just seemed dishonest, I couldn’t quite put my finger on it at first. Oh and I should also mention Kara. Kara was a woman about 29 years old and she was best friends with Jack, the GM. She was the other bartender for the restaurant that would work shifts that I didn’t work. In the end I had nothing but great things to say about Kara, and I didn’t want things to end the way they did, but hey, you know the saying…
I noticed I would get flak from both Nessa and Courtney for little things. They would reprimand me in rude ways without any tact. One night, out of nowhere, Nessa told me I was arrogant. Of course I defended myself and this caused a dispute that ended up with both of us apologizing, I still have no idea what I was apologizing for, but I just wanted a peaceful end to the matter. Another day, Courtney pulled me aside as I came in for my shift, and told me that guests had told her that I was giving them free drinks. I NEVER stole from the bar, or gave people free drinks. I even told her to check the cameras. Then there was that time I came in for a shift and Courtney immediately jumped down my throat for “leaving tables a mess”(later proven to be a lie). She says this as she walks out the door from her morning shift leaving THREE TABLES UNBUSSED! It was like something out of a comedy sketch. Worst of all was that Courtney, the “bar manager”, was scheduling herself bar shifts and taking tips while getting management pay. Odd, right?
I don’t think Courtney liked me from the start. I was told by another employee that during a busy night over the holidays, Courtney told Nessa and Jack that she thought I was stealing from the bar. I cannot verify these claims, but after the conclusion of everything that happened, I wouldn’t put it past Courtney. This negative stigma toward me most likely rubbed off on Jack, because surely enough, his attitude toward me changed.
A little over a week ago, I walk in 5 minutes early to work and the managers are all at a table outside of the bar talking. They see me walk in and sat me down. They told me that the night before, someone had served a minor some drinks and it got reported to the police somehow. I didn’t work that night and I always ID people, so I knew they couldn’t be talking about me. Both Jack and Nessa walked off to the dining side. I talked with Courtney a bit and the conversation was a bit odd. She said, “Yeah we need to be sure to ID people and you probably just assumed he was 21-” I cut her off and told her that it wasn’t me who worked last night. She stuttered back, “Oh I meant Kara”. Yeah it was Kara who messed up. Kara who I really loved working with, but who was also best friends with Jack. So you can assume how things were taken care of. This would have immediately been my termination if it were me in Kara’s shoes. I didn’t hold any grudge, I was glad she kept her job.
After the doors were locked that night. Nessa came up to me and brought up the underage incident, again it was odd, she spoke kind of loud but not rudely and told me I need to be sure and ID people from now on so this doesn’t happen again. I stood my ground, I told her that with all due respect, it wasn’t me who served the kid. She said “look I know, I am just saying”. What were they trying to pull here?
I had the next day off, chilling in my apartment all by myself, playing Hearthstone, eating like a pig. When my phone buzzes. It was a notification telling me that I need to come in to work an hour early because the managers were having a meeting. No sweat, more hours more money. I continue doing my thing. The next day I go in an hour early as instructed, once again, the managers are sitting at a table near the bar. They all stare at me as I walk in, things didn’t seem right. Jack tells me that he needs to talk to me. Jack and Nessa both sit me down in the dining area. Jack tells me that he heard that I had a dispute with Nessa a few weeks back, and he can’t have that attitude around here. He tells me he is letting me go. I was shocked, I told him that me and Nessa already hashed out our differences and this happened WEEKS ago. I look over at Nessa and she shoots me a smirk.
I felt the Marine in me start to come out, I was getting angry and about to do something stupid. It took everything in me not to throw the table over and punch Jack right in the jaw. I took a deep breath, stood up, told them “good to go” and walked out. And Courtney was sure to give me a sarcastic “byyyeeee” as I walked out the door.
What the hell just happened?! This was WEEKS ago and they are firing me for this?! This can’t be right. I get to my car and slam my hands down on the steering wheel. I was so angry, I just wanted to call my girlfriend and hear her tell me everything was going to be alright. I grab my phone and find her name in my contacts, I’m thinking to myself how I am going to break the news. Then, it hit me. I didn’t hit the call button, I put my phone down. These motherfuckers were trying to burn me for what Kara did. Since it got reported to the police, somebody needed to pay and it sure as hell wasn’t going to be Kara.
I peeled out as I left the parking lot, not because I was angry, but because I needed to act fast. If I didn’t act fast, they would get away with murder. Most of the people who join the Marines join to fight. We are generally some of the nicest and loyal people you will ever meet, but you don’t fuck with a US Marine…
I open my door and rush to grab my laptop. My girlfriend asks me what’s wrong and I quickly say “nothing babe got fired love you”. Grab my laptop and sit on my recliner. She says “what?!”. I just motion with my hands 1 second as I load up google. I find the restaurant’s corporate website, it didn’t have a number for corporate but it did have the email address of every single franchise in the company. “Even better” I thought to myself.
So I wrote a long email to a franchise, copied and pasted it to every other one. I explained in detail about the favoritism that was happening with Jack and Kara. I explained how Kara had served someone underage and I had the feeling they were trying to pin it on me. I explained how Courtney would get manager pay while taking tips as a bartender. I explained how Nessa would occasionally have me make a drink and she would give it to her teenage daughter, who also worked at the restaurant. I provided times, dates, and even showed them the email I sent to our state’s Alcohol Control about the underage drinking incidents to ensure my hands were clean. I explained how an expensive bottle of Jack Daniel’s Sinatra seemed to have a “leak” in it nights after Jack had worked. Every bit of dirt I ever saw or heard about I put in the email, and I let every franchise in the company know about it. I demanded that I get a call back and I also demanded that I get my termination papers to make sure I wasn’t being framed. I typed so fast and things just seemed to melt in to place as I made the email. My girlfriend is staring at me the entire time. “What the hell is going on?!”. I finish the email and explain to her the situation. She asks me if I am afraid other’s will get in to trouble, I tell her… Well, you know the saying.
I fill out applications and the same day I get a call from a very well known and popular restaurant, they want me to come in for an interview the next day. Perfect! I already have another job. I didn’t hear from corporate at all that day, it was very late in the afternoon so I expected as much.
The next day I get a phone call early in the morning. It is corporate HR that owns the restaurant that I worked at. She tells me that they are on their way to the restaurant to investigate my claims. She asks me a bunch of questions, I am guessing I was being recorded. I stayed consistent and honest, she tells me all of the things I mentioned in the email were 100% against company policy, but the claims would be investigated before any action was taken. I asked her if they have access to the camera feed, she ensured me that they did. Thank fucking God for cameras. She told me to call back immediately if I could remember anything else that was going on.
I later got word from an insider that they did indeed try and pin the underage incident on me. Little did they know…
I am laying in bed that same night, drifting off in to sleep listening to Sam Harris’s podcast, my girlfriend is sitting up in bed browsing Facebook. All of the sudden, she gasps! She startled me because I was almost asleep, I jump up and ask her what’s wrong. She shows me her phone… “Heh, wow.” I said calmly. I guess things were worse off there than I thought, but damn I didn’t expect things to get taken that far. Well you don’t fuck with a Marine, I thought. I got out of bed and made some sweet tea. “Do you feel bad?” the GF said. “Well babe, you know the saying …”