Against the Crowd
“Please just fire me!” He was as shaken as any tree shaken to its roots. The storm had gotten too strong. He cried harder. Like a ballet dancer on her pointe, his life had taken a fast turn, a sharp twist. The previous day, he had reported a theft in the company where he was working. He had reported his senior who was the head of his department and his colleagues who were asking him to take part in their evil plot. Reporting them, to him, was the best to do and it led to the culprits being sacked. — A snitch does not belong here — That was the note he got after being praised by the managing director of the company. Some of his remaining colleagues ganged up on him and pasted the words aforementioned as a sticky note on his desk. The next event was to be called upon by his boss who looked terribly vexed. “Was this your initial plan? To make a fool of me?” He was clueless – his boss's words were like a subordinate clause followed by a comma so he anticipated the main clause. His bos...