I used to work for this no-spine boss who would take anything from anyone. He actually promoted me to be his assistant because he knew I didn't take **** from anyone and would get rid of some of the riff-raff that we needed to get rid of. The way it would work is that I would establish a case against a loser and he would fire them once I convince him. Well we had this really big , mean rugby player working for us and he was BY FAR our worst EE. He didn't do **** and he was DELIBERATELY rude to customers. He was that stereotypical jock that would just sit behind the counter with his feet up when a customer came, give them a mean look, and literally tell the customer to **** off. Well my boss was super-scared of him and I knew getting him to fire him would be difficult. The jock out lasted all the others because my boss kept putting it off but I finally convinced him to do it. Well his office had glass walls so you could see everything that would happen in there. There were also cameras with audio recording. We all expected the jock to go nuclear when it happened so we were all looking in the windows. We saw my boss and him talking and then my boss hung his head down and the jock came walking out with this eat **** grin on his face. I asked my boss what happened and he said he decided against it. I figured that sounded weird so later on I went back to the recordings to find out what really happened. My boss told him that we were letting him go and the jock just looks him in the eye and goes, "No you're not." That's when my boss hung his head and he just goes, "OK, you're right." I couldn't believe it.
So the guy kept on treating customers like **** and I kept protesting to terminate him. It finally took all the other managers in the building getting tired of the guy treating them like **** to get rid of him. They all went to my boss's boss and told him it was them or the jock. My boss's boss finally made my boss let the guy go. ****ing pathetic.
Another funny one. I used to have a chick that would not put her cell phone down. It was a problem with everyone, but her especially. She would hide it in her bra, sock, anywhere, and then steal moments in the bathroom to text and call people. So I watched her go in the bathroom and had my brother text her number, "He girl, what's up?" She replied back, "Who is this?" while she was still in the bathroom. He forwarded me the text and I was waiting for her with it on my screen outside the bathroom when she opened the door. I just said, "Busted! You're fired."