Late night, right?

Here's a crazy thing that happened at work recently: I had to fire some guy because he was stealing our company vans, the ones that we rent, and taking them out for his own personal use after work hours. I found out about this from one of my co-workers that lives in the same apartment complex as him. I had to fire him because, I don't have the authority to (yet), but my boss was out of town.

He has probably called me more than a dozen times since it happened, trying to find out how he got caught. He eventually decided it was me, based on the voicemail he left me last friday. I might try to record it and provide some audio later, but the message was "Snitches get stitches, Tommy."

He left it on my voicemail. Which he called from his cell phone. Kind of creepy, right? Wait, it gets better.

The next day, he calls my boss and begs for his job back. My boss had heard the message within minutes of it being left, because I was in the office when it happened. My boss mentioned that, not only had he stolen the van, but he had now also called and threatened me, and that now there was not a snowball's chance in hell that he could reclaim his job. After that conversation, the dumbass called me, apologized about the threat, and asked me to lie for him to get his job back. So I did, and he got the job back, and all was great!!

Actually, that last part didn't happen, but it would have been neat.

What really happened was, I told my boss to tell him that I did in fact lie for him, but that the job was still unattainable because of the theft, which he did. I thought it was going to be all good after that.

It wasn't.

Apparently, once we talked and he apologized, he deduced that the person that told on him in the first place was the woman that lived in the same apartment complex as him. So later that night, the night he asked me to lie for him, he went to the apartment of the woman that he thought had snitched on him and that now, logically, deserved stitches. She locked the door, called the police, and he eventually left. What he didn't know or expect was that, the following day, the woman's brother and child's father both showed up and beat the crap out of him. Like, seriously bruised and bloodied this dumbass guy.

SO, throughout all of this hood drama, there's me, right in the middle. Silly Tommy, the nerd. At this point, I don't know if it's all better, or if it might escalate further. Hopefully it does at least a little bit, because this shit doesn't write itself, and I would love to have another entry about it.