Dobby is a Free Elf
I used to work for a terrible man at Jack in the Box. The type that would routinely leave work early and tell his employees to lie about where he was if his wife called. Really top class man. On top of that, this job as horrible.
We’re talking I’d contemplated creating “an accident” involving the fryer and my hand to get out of working a while. In the months leading up to the release of Deathly Hallows, I repeatedly reminded him that I couldn’t work the overnight as I usually did, since I wanted to hit up the midnight release.
Sure enough, the week of the launch, he’s scheduled me incorrectly. Naturally, I found coverage and freed the evening up. As I’m standing in line for the book, he calls me personally telling me he’s denied my shift change and that it’s either work or I’m fired.
I remind him, not so politely, that I had the shift covered because I’d asked numerous times for the shift free, always assured that would be the case. He’s insistent, so I told him, “well I guess this is me quitting.”
He responded that I’ll never work at another Jack in the Box again if I do this. In the one moment of my life where the great comeback came in the moment and not hours later, I returned with “can I get that promise in writing?” Story credit: Reddit / corik_starr