Having been forced out of my position with the company, it kinda rankled me. Nothing I could ever do about it…or so I thought.

Roughly three weeks later, I got a call from a distant facility where we had a store. Seems that the alarm was going off, and there was no one they could get hold of to come down and turn it off. About 5 or 6 numbers down the list, they got to mine—someone who answered.

Yup, they hadn’t taken my number off the security call list.

I asked the guard if they had the Home Office VP of Security home number (it was late) as well as some other higher-up numbers in his contact database.

He did. All the while I was talking to him, I could hear that alarm wailing away through the phone. Poor guy sounded SO desperate to get some peace, so I outlined the procedure to follow:

“First, place a call to the CEO’s home number to apprise him of the situation;
next, call the VP of Merchandising, and last the VP of Security, same thing.”

I smiled as I hung up the phone, thinking of the mayhem about to commence, and didn’t care.

After all, I wasn’t with the company anymore, so didn’t care. They could do nothing to me.