54. No Warnings Left
This freakin guy named Peter, not on his first day, though, but his third. He kept drinking tallboys at lunch, which actually wouldn’t have been a problem if he hadn’t been drinking them at his desk.
Warnings after lunch on days one and two, and I warned him again before lunch on the third day. He immediately went and started drinking one at his desk, so I had to let him go.
He slung his manbag over his shoulder, raised his can, and said, “Party, mate,” and walked out the door. I watched him ride his bike away with no hands, drinking his beer.
Once he got out to the main road, he immediately strayed too far into traffic, got hit by a car, and broke his collarbone.