Red hair; red mist; red-undant

Someone got sacked at work yesterday, but it wasn’t the guy you might be thinking of. We had a fancy dress day for Sport Relief. Each department were given a different theme. On dairy, for example, we had to be dressed as James Bond characters. For some reason, the category for warehouse staff was ‘evil people from history.’ So we had Lucretia Borge checking in deliveries, and Adolf Hitler driving a fork-lift truck.
Rob, one of the younger pallet-truck handlers, turned up dressed in a smart suit. He was also wearing a ginger wig, and a name badge that said “GRAHAM - MANAGER” on it…
Now Graham is not lacking in sense of humour, but even he found it a bit harsh to be categorized as evil. So he had a quiet word with Rob, which turned into a loud word, which ended with Rob trying to smash him over the head with a clipboard. Apparently they ‘have previous.’ Something to do with a holiday form Graham refused to sign, which resulted in Rob splitting up with his girlfriend, they tell me. So now he has no girlfriend, and now he has no job either, which seems silly.
I didn’t dress up myself, by the way. I decided to maintain an air of lofty professionalism, but I did stick a fiver in the collection tin. I need all the karma I can get…

RC 24-3-12