Vindictive

If you knew those were the words you were going to hear on Monday morning, "You're fired!", what would you do?

Firstly, to cover myself from a legal/ethical/blah blah position can I just say that, to my knowledge, this blog has no bearing to any person living or dead. I should probably add that none of the ideas below are endorsed by me or anyone I know.

Right, now I'm thinking vindictive.

Would you start a rumour about the person doling out the bad news? Maybe you could start a rumour about an unorthodox and slightly disturbing sexual practice they once told you about in confidence.

Would you break an egg in a few filing cabinet drawers in the knowledge that, over time, once you'd left, the smell would slowly permeate, and once the source was discovered it would be very difficult to remove?

Would you leave 2 inch nails or similar under the tyre of the person firing you?

Would you consider the old sugar in the petrol tank or potato in the exhaust pipe?

What about using Photoshop to convincingly doctor some photos, that could be left obtrusively around the building.

Perhaps you'd approach the press with a story of victimisation or maybe you'd start a blog all about it.

Would you tamper with the contents of the staff canteen?

Would you jam all the vending machine slots?

Or would you take it quietly and then sue for unfair dismissal?