The Sociopath of Carson City

by Darlene Underdahl

I hate bullies.I was in Quality Control/Quality Assurance for many years, and I was very good, but the job in Carson City was weird from the start. There was an “in” clique much like high school, and they did drugs, had sex on the job, allowed a million a year in product to evaporate, put 401K money in their own NASDAQ accounts, covered for illegals, and ran businesses on the side, using company tools and raw materials. They implied that people had been killed on the property, and I would be next if I didn’t quit. My stubbornness kicked in.They called me a lesbian (not true), and a lush (mostly not true), set honey traps using both sexes, constantly sent me out for drug tests, stalked me with cameras (I thought that was funny), flattened my tires (not funny), cancelled work without telling me, put scorpions in my office (as if!), adjusted my work hours to irregular ending times (6:22 pm), so I would be alone on the road. Oil was poured on my car from an overpass, but I was quick. I didn’t turn on the wipers and looked between the streams.They flooded the factory with poisonous gas, there were no alarms, and everyone else was quietly removed. A maintenance worker, who wasn’t in on the crime, ran to my office and rescued me (he was then fired). I was still stubborn, and brought in the IRS to get the creeps off my back. Finally, they threw up their hands and eliminated my job.That’s all true.This is fiction (smiling coldly).

259 pages, Kindle Edition

Published November 7, 2011