My horrible boss made me go to jail for 8 years

After the bliss there comes the blues. Weekend was gone and one herculean task was just ahead. I am talking about tuning back my mind to work. That was hectic. I could not imagine facing that short and horrible boss for another week. Yes, he was cruel even more than the word itself. I felt like bursting when I saw seven full days of waking up before dawn, in the name of going for work. This was not because I used to be such a lay about, but I had very many grave issues with the organization I was working for. Let me take you back to what I was actually talking about; the terrible man I used to call boss.

Severally, we had brushed shoulders on different occasions starting from my first day at work. On that day, soon after the interview, he walked straight to me and said how he disliked my dressing code. What did that ever mean? A pair if three piece suit not recommended in the organization! It was coal black. Was he in need of seeing my knees below a pair of khaki shorts and open shoes so he could put on perpetual smiles in his face? I remained transfixed and mixed up not sure of what to say though I was sure, just like the sun rises in the east and sets in the west, employees' dressing mode was to be nothing less than official. No one told me that, but the organization’s rules and regulations clearly stated that. No doubt. After all, I was new and I never wished to spoil anything that early. But that stuck in the back of my mind.

Nearly a month later, I collected some courage and wanted to clear the webs. I never and still do not like having resentment with anyone anyway- of course my boss in this case could not have been an exception. Why couldn’t I show how low and bold I was? I found myself in his office. His voice was heard shrilling from the office, threatening to blow away documents and papers through the window. He never gave me time to say anything for he believed he was a highly educated man. Above all, whose head was higher than his in the company? I was obliged to leave his office and as if that was not enough, I was denied a chance to visit my ailing sister in one of the level four hospitals in the country. I could not tell why, but I was rest assured of irrefutable evidence of hate from my boss.

I swore to quit the job by the end of that month. Then the worst happened. Maybe I could just have termed it as a catch-22-situation. Two weeks after that luck slipped off my hands. The company had some funds disbursed by the county government in order to facilitate its operations amply; just not to mention more indeed for my own security. Mysteriously, the huge amount of cash went missing. I could not tell how much was swallowed by that rictus mouth somewhere, definitely because that never lied in the line of my duty. No one could account for what had happened. A very big fist followed and unfortunately, it landed right in my face. It was said I drained all the money into my 'deep pockets' and to my astonishment, proof was presented to the court! I become a numb on hearing that. My then boss was the witness. What did he ever witness? How comes? Oh God! What is going on? I had a million questions crossing and colliding in my head. As it is expected, no answers were found.

Events unfolded so fast and before someone could even say Jack Robinson, behind bars was the exact place where I found myself due to cybercrime. I was found guilty-compared to what was said- of hacking the organization’s account and draining all the money to my own. Cybercrime! That never existed in the vocabulary of my life dictionary and I will let you know why. Meanwhile, eight years in jail was the end of arguing and wrangling with that terrible boss. Now you know why I named him such evil connected names, don't you? In addition to that, I had one obligatory task upon my sentence completion. I immediately started learning how to use computers since I used to be an ignoramus when it came to electronic gadgets with an exception of calculators. Thank heavens I was on my late twenties when the eight years came to a halt. There was still more room to actualize my dreams. Oh! Wait. Have I said how my speech got affected up to this minute? A doctor confirmed that the condition had risen due to shock and hypertension. He mentioned some medical terminologies to do with brain but in order to circumvent the many risks of biting off my tongue; I chose not to cram them all. May the boss live long, possibly to blow a hundred candles and of course witness his grandchildren get employed in my premises as well. Who knows?