A Proper Crashout

This story contains sexual exploitative scenarios that may trigger some people.

“You know what? I QUIT!” shouts Veronica. Her long, curly, silky brown hair with a gentle bounce shakes wildly as she begins to storm away from her store manager.

Everyone was expecting some kind of crash out from Veronica for about three months now. Even I was expecting her to “no call, no show” for her graveyard shift at our department store.

Our new store manager, Chuck, has been on the warpath since he took over. Handing out new assignments, pink slips, and even a couple police reports filed against the “trouble makers” in the store. Even the usual “good employees” were given strikes for the tiniest things. Yesterday Greg got written up for taking his company issued vest off during his break.

“These vests are a symbol of our unity! Even when you are on your mandated fifteen minute break!” Chuck proclaimed to a room full of half-awake staff about an hour ago. He was only the store manager for the graveyard shift, but unlike our old manager he wants graveyard shift to be as efficient as possible for first shift.

At this point, Veronica walks in about ten minutes late for her new shift. People call her the store siren since she loves to dress up for the job, and today was no exception. She was wearing a long, flowy yellow dress with daisies, comfy yet stylish brown flats, and her hair was pulled slightly back with a powder blue headband. Her make-up game was top tier too. Looks like it took her at least two hours to get ready for her shift. A lot of effort that is rarely seen for graveyard shift folk. I’m no exception. I came to work in sweats and a sink shower to at least get the stench off.

Veronica, with her gorgeous sun-kissed skin, and honey brown eyes locks eyes with Chuck who is giving her daggers as she walks over to her locker to get out her work things. She opens her locker and pulls out her navy blue company issued vest, but hers has a bright daisy patch on the back where the usual company logo would be. You can see the careful stitching she did to ensure that it won’t fall off when she is doing more manual labor tasks.

As Veronica puts on the vest, Chuck sees the brand new patch on it. His right eye twitches just enough to catch as he says “And company policy is that these vests are to be UNaltered! That means no pins, no dye jobs, and especially no embroidered patches are to be put on the vests anywhere where a customer could see them.”

Chuck’s eyes do not stray from Veronica who is clearly uncomfortable with his stare as she shifts back and forth in the hard metal chairs in our break room.

She raises her hand as she says “And what is the company policy for being a micromanaging prick?” God I love her attitude. No one in management can scare Veronica.

Chuck’s nostrils flare up like a bull ready to charge at a matador. His face scrunches up like he is taking the world’s hardest dump, and you can almost hear the enamel on his teeth grind away.

“Or maybe instead of telling us to do with our vests, or reassigning our duties every other day, or watching old MMA fights in your office you should be figuring out how to fill the five open positions for our shift that no one wants because no one wants to work for said micromanaging prick.” Veronica’s hand gestures towards Chuck.

If Chuck wasn’t fully enraged yet he sure is now. His eyes widen, and his mouth agape with shock.

“Veronica! I’ve had it up to here with your antics! You either apologize to me and everyone in this room for wasting company time along with your insubordination! Or you’re fired!!” Chuck’s face goes fire engine red.

“You know what? I QUIT!” shouts Veronica, and now I have caught you all up to where I am in this little quirky drama.

She storms into Chuck’s office. It has typical “alpha-male” paraphernalia. Discarded cigar butts, a mess of used tissues that no one wants to know how they get used when Chuck is never sick, and various sport team logos.

Veronica’s hands first find Chuck’s keyboard and begins wailing it on his desk.

Chuck desperately shouts “Knock that off! Security!”

I’m security. I don’t see a thing wrong.

Chuck looks at me not doing anything and scoffs as he says “I guess I’m firing two people today!”

Ugh. Bastard. Fine. I know how to play this game. Not my first rodeo.

“Company policy states I cannot use restrictive force against any person until they present a clear danger to others. Last time I checked a keyboard isn’t a person.” I give him a shit eating grin, and his eyes look they are about to burst out of his skull. Eff you man.

Veronica finishes beating up Chuck’s desk when the keyboard snaps in half from one large swing to the computer monitor. It shatters as it goes flying off towards Emily.

She casually steps to her left, not even looking up from her precious screen time, as the monitor crashes next to her.

Veronica moves over to the phone connected to the intercom.

She picks it up, dials the number to speak to everyone in the store, and bellows “CHARLES GELLER IS A PERVERT WHO LIKES TAKING SNEAKY PICS OF WOMEN’S BUTTS WITH THE SECURITY CAMERAS! AND HE JERKS IT TO THEM IN HIS OFFICE DURING HIS LUNCH BREAKS. SHOW ‘EM GREG!”

The whole store goes silent after Veronica finishes her rant. Then a wave of gasps and screams of shock and disbelief reverberate throughout the store.

Chuck runs out to see what the commotion is, and everyone else follows. When we get out to the store floor the electronics department has hijacked every TV to show a slide reel of every candid screen shot Chuck has taken of women’s butts shopping. Most of them bent over to look at something or pick something up.

An old lady can be heard shrieking as she passes out from shock.

Chuck’s face rings of shame and embarrassment. I bet he regrets making name tags with our full names mandatory for everyone as his clearly says “CHUCK GELLER: STORE MANAGER”

People, mostly women, begin to throw anything they can find at him as they chase him out of the store and to his car. Which has no wheels or headlights right now. I guess someone from security told someone else from automotive which car was Chuck’s. Strange.

A few minutes later the police arrive and take Chuck into custody. Veronica very proudly hands over Chuck’s computer hard drive and gives her statement to police.

Just goes to show you that you have to be very careful who you piss off. We may have a “mind ya business” policy at the store, but don’t go pushing other people around. Especially the staff everyone likes.