Cornet Supervisor Who Cried 'Wolf'
Told to Report to My Boss
A few days later, when I arrived for work, I was told that Mr. Cornet Jr. wanted to see me in his office.
Pat (Mr. Cornet Jr.'s secretary whom I was dating at the time) gave me a worried look as she told me to go on in.
As I entered his office, Mr. Cornet Jr. leaned back in his chair and gave me a scrutinizing look.
"Do you like your job here?" he asked.
"Yes, sir!" I replied. "Very much!"
"Do we treat you well?"
"Yes, sir," I said again, now beginning to wonder what was going on.
"Have I ever treated you unfairly?" he asked, in almost a hurt tone of voice.
"No, sir. Never," I replied, now beginning to get worried that something was seriously wrong.
"Then how could you do this to me?" he asked.
I was speechless, as I tried to think of anything I had done that might have displeased him.
"Excuse me?" was all I could say.
Then he handed me a cancelled check and asked if the signature on the back was mine.
I looked at the signature and agreed that it was definitely mine. "But I don't understand," I finally said, as I handed the check back to him.
"Didn't you come to me a while back and tell me you'd lost your paycheck? And didn't I give you another one right on the spot?"
Suddenly it was all becoming clear. I gulped and asked, "Are you saying this is the lost check—and that I went ahead and cashed it anyway?"
He handed the check back to me and said, "The evidence speaks for itself."
"Omigosh," I said. "I see now what happened."
"I'm listening," he said.
Well, I went on to explain the whole thing to him and how it was just an honest mistake, albeit a very stupid one.
"You expect me to believe that?" he asked, almost casually.
"Well, sir, it's true," was all I could say.
He just sat and looked at me without revealing whether he believed me or not.
So I said, "If I really wanted to steal from you, Mr. Cornet, wouldn't this be a pretty stupid way to do it? I mean—saying you lost a check and then cashing it is something one would obviously get caught at."
I went on to say that I'm really not that dumb and if I wanted to steal from the company, there are lots easier ways of doing it.
This made him sit up in his chair and lean across the desk.
"What easier ways?" he demanded.
I began to think this was not the right thing to have said, but now had to continue.
"Well, everybody knows you can short-change a register or smuggle merchandise out of the store."
"What do you know about short-changing?" he asked, as he got to his feet. "Have you ever done it?"
(This is a scam by which someone charges a customer the full price of an item, but rings up a lower amount and puts the difference in his/her pocket. It works best, I've been told, with customers who are unlikely to ask for a receipt.)
"No sir, I have not! But I've heard it talked about."
Had to Get This Resolved!
Now I decided it was time to settle this once and for all.
"Look, Mr. Cornet," I said, "I made a mistake, and you will correct it by docking my pay. However, if you truly believe I was trying to steal from you, then there is no reason for my being here any longer. I'll just leave now and say it was nice working for you. So I need to know whether you believe me or not."
Mr. Cornet sat back down and gave me a long look.
"Well, it was an awfully dumb thing to do," he said.
"Yes, sir," I agreed. "It certainly was. And I do apologize for the inconvenience and consternation it has caused you."
"Hmmmm," he finally said. "Okay. Get out of here—but don't let it ever happen again."
"No, sir!" I promised. "Never again! I will be more careful with my paychecks in the future."
I gave Pat a reassuring smile as I left the office. She smiled back and threw me a kiss.
However, I eventually did get fired. But that's a whole other story.
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