It's inevitable, once I start writing stuff I get flashbacks of stuff that I think might of happened. So, here goes, story time. I had recently obtained that Chinese block of aluminum keyboard from massdrop, before it was only Drop. It was in fact before I got the cool orange keyset. I don't remember exactly what I was coding at the time. It must have been some some SQL shit. I was not happy with the payout, my salary was subpar.
I got into the specifics of saving to rom on the keyboard. It has the ability to have some layers and macros, I decided to use the macros to save my code, instead of using something traditional like, regular storage space. So any sort of progress was saved on the keyboard directly. For my boss, that was truly a mystery and he really wanted to know where the hell everything was. If I recall correctly a new employee just started with us at the company and he was also helping out. He's not relevant to the story other than giving me a timeframe. Letting me know when the hell this happened of course.
The project was getting pretty good, but the way I would start it up was unorthodox. Loading up from keyboard flash, inserting directly into ram, not saving a single thing on the hard drive. The boss started to get bothered, he wanted to see the code for some reason, and I made him think loading it up was a simple task. It was hidden behind a layer and inside a macro that was called with specific keys. It had to have been something like CTRL + V + F11 + layer shift. And that pissed him to no end, all he could come up with was stuff I had in the clip board from the operating system, I was in the mood to troll as well, I asked for a pay raise like if it was no biggie, no can do sir, that boss is a POS.
His frustration only grew and I think I knew what was gonna happen. He found the reset switch, like any hardware appliance there's a way to reset it. And that's what he did, behind my back. There was no backup, no secondary storage, that was it, the whole of the code was there. And he, the boss fucked it up, he thought he was teaching a lesson or something. Even I got pissed. So, to demonstrate my anger, to fulfill my rage, I chose the path of chaos. I grabbed my thick slab of aluminum and used it as a hammer, I destroyed his brand new bluetooth keyboard, smashed it into bits, he got scared too.
That should have been it, he wasn't physically harmed, at best just a little bit of PTSD nothing to write home about. But it didn't end there, he physically bothered one day. He was toying with me, frustrating me, being a little bitch behind my back. I disconnected the slab once more, this time, I was about to do a physics class on angular movement and electromagnetic forces. I spun the slab like an Italian chef would to make a pizza, hard to do, since it's a rectangle. I threw it up in the air in angle, it was spinning like a helicopter, and that's when the magic happened. It stood there for a second or too, was I approached my target, the boss was there looking up at it, I approached slowly, and waited for it to come down a bit, it's hard to explain without a diagram. The office had 2 rows of cubicles which ended in the wall, the other side was like a corridor, ample enough for 2, he was sandwiched between the other wall, and somebody else, Brenda. I'm not sure why she got up. I approached to strike him, he escaped, only to be met with the flying slab, it hit his leg, it spun more, and hit his balls from behind, he screamed in pain. I took the slab and he slowly headed to the exit, I ran to him and struck him like you would a baseball, I homerunned him out of the office, he literally flew.
He cried like a baby in the parking lot, his ego was shattered, and he was truly injured, bruises on his legs. He called 911 and said that I was armed, with a keyboard.
That's definitely not the end of it. He was ready to proceed legally, what I did was a crime with ill intent, not to kill him, bot to show him a lesson that can only be taught with pain. I was aware of the situation, so I called my good friend Mario, he's a lawyer. He suggested I get some legal advice from the municipality of Monterrey, and of course I called. A young lawyer heard my case, and I asked him how to write a pardon letter and who would need to sign it. I made 2 versions, in one version of the letter, all charges dropped, instant pardon. In the other letter, I state that charges cannot be executed until 30 days have passed, it's a weird outcome, to let a month go by and expect someone to naturally not execute, still, it was my best play to fool him.
Law enforcement came by and I had the paperwork in the office, my boss looked like a bitch, a real victim. He wasn't gonna sign shit, and not a lot of people knew what was going on. The events were being told and I mentioned that the whole truth was not being told, why would I get angry in the first place. I noticed my keyboard was flashed, who did it? The girl from administration spoke up and said the boss did it. He had to admit it now. Some of the coworkers faces changed, and understood my situation of pure rage. "Let the record show that my boss is an imbecile for flashing a keyboard that held all the code for a project we were doing, if I do jail time, then he is a fucking moron". His ego shattered again, he was being accused by my coworkers, they saw him attack me first, it was going to be another ball game. But I took the paper out, and told him that there was no need to fight this now, that we should wait it out. Yes, he did sign the 30 day thing, but the COPY, was the full pardon, and I didn't sign the 30 day shit.
There was just an original then. Anyway, the paperwork got to a local judge and that was enough to spare me, I was off the hook.
BUT
30 days passed and I dunno why he was ticked off or something that he decided to throw me in the slammer, he had kept a non signed copy of the 30 day waiting period. He just didn't know it was useless. He proceeded to contact the judge, and was amazed to find out, that I had pwned him at a legal level that he could barely comprehend. He didn't get to work for a few days, I had become Ayahuasca itself, destroying his ego completely. The admin girls knew, I wasn't to be fucked around, I did a true mastermind move, still it's something you can only do once. I did it like a magician, while he was being bombarded by my coworkers he couldn't think straight, that's when I pulled a different sheet of paper, ready to be signed.
They reminded me of that back at the goverment office, it's the least they can do. Still, even them reminding me doesn't activate the memory, I need to type it for some reason.
This ergodox isn't perfect though, I can't tent it.