"Damnit Walter!" I shouted as my patience with my boss diminished. "There is a damn fine line between filing this claim legally and committing fraud!"
My boss bit down on his cigar harder, his eyes narrowing. He obviously didn't like my attitude but that's the way I've always been. Laid back and easy going until I'm pushed, and he had pushed me far enough today.
"Well I can obviously tell that you're either too incompetent or too lazy to perform the job I hired you for Tom."
That was it. I'd been putting in 60 hours a week or more for more than 3 months and spending less and less time with my gorgeous wife and children. My poor wife was going without the attention that a woman needs in her life to make her feel sexy and special. Her longing for me to come home and make love to her, and my failure to do so because of work and stress had been bothering me the past few weeks.
Now this half pint son of a bitch was telling me I was lazy and incompetent because I refused to commit fraud. We all have our cut off switches and he had just flipped mine.
I'm a tall guy. About 6'4 and 224 pounds, So when I got up from the chair in my bosses office I drew on every inch of my size to make my boss feel inferior. "If you think for one second that I'm going to go to jail for this shitty hole in the wall business that your running into the ground, then maybe you should go have your head examined!" I didn't feel that was insulting enough so I tacked on "You fucking douche-bag." Just for good measure.
He leaned back in his chair, obviously feeling uncomfortable with my anger. I added to this by leaning over his desk and putting both of my hands on top of it.
"If you think that I'm lazy and incompetent then maybe you need to find out what it's like around here when you hire somebody who doesn't have a clue how to handle my job."
"I...If you think for one second that your g-going to talk to m-me like that," my boss stuttered as he failed to put together a coherent sentence.
"I'll talk to you however I damn well please! I've put up with your bullshit attitude long enough. Consider this my letter of resignation!" I shouted flipping him off, my hand not 6 inches from his face.
I stood up and started towards the door. "I'm going to the accountant to draw my paycheck." I said and then slammed the door to his office.
It was about 1:30 in the afternoon when I pulled up into the driveway of my house. I had stopped by a hardware supply company that had contacted me previously about employment on my way home and was immediately granted an interview and hired that day as an inventory control manager.
It's not everyday you flip off your former boss and then walk right into a job that pays better and offers you better benefits for your family, but today was going great for me, and I was bound and determined to make up my lost time with my gorgeous wife during this week that I was taking off.
I had stopped by a friend of my families, who had a roadside market, and bought my wife some hyacinths, her favorite flowers. My truck has some custom exhaust pipes that my wife adores and she knows when her hubby comes home. I saw a movement in the blinds of the bathroom and as I walked up the front steps of my house she opened the front door.
She was standing there in a big bath towel wrapped around her, dripping on the tile in the foyer. "Your home early!" she chirped in that cute seductive voice of hers. Clearly she was happy that I made the effort to come home to be with her. "How did you get the day off?" She asked as she opened her towel a bit, giving me the briefest of flashes of one of her big 38 DD breasts before she closed it tighter around her so it wouldn't fall off.
I felt my dick start to stir in my jeans. I had missed my wife's body and warmth and neglected her the past few months trying to get ahead in the world, and the whole time the only thing she wanted was not money or a new car, but for her husband to take her into her arms and make love to her over and over again.
"I quit." I stated simply.
