Spying boss

I was working as a janitor. It was my summer job while school was out. We had these ID holders around our necks. My senior janitor was on her summer break and I was cleaning the place all by myself. One day on my coffee break I noticed there was a bump behind the ID holder. I immediately became suspicious. It was obviously a hidden spying device. My boss was spying on me. He was looking at a map of the place I was working at and keeping an eye on me. There was a red dot where I was located on the map and it wasn't moving because I was on my break.

I got myself a screwdriver and tried to pry the ID holder open to get rid of the device. But it didn't work. I got myself a hammer and was about to smash it into pieces but then I realized my boss would find out I knew. I would be in big trouble. He would try to hurt me. So I quit my break and went back to work quickly. I was really anxious about him finding out I was on a break and not working (though it was really my break time).

But it was all a delusion. My boss wasn't spying on me. It was all in my head.


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