No. I don't vant tok tok.
This wery wery wrong set up. Remove my uniforms and go home!
Please sir, tell me, what is it that I have done wrong?
No. Go away I no tok tok anymore. Wrong set up. Remove MY uniforms and go!!!
James told him if you're firing me then please write me a letter.
Listen sir, this uniform does not belong to the company. I bought it with my own money. James responded calmly, measuring his words.
The manager was standing...
I wasn't angry. It was not rage. I had been fired already. There was nothing to lose.
James charged at the GM head first, grabbed him and wrapped his arms...
James went to the locker rooms, fetched a fresh set of uniforms and a pair of shoes and went back to the poolside.
Before signing the letter, James requested to be excused from the office to visit the toilets. He went to the locker rooms and took out a hotel petty cash voucher.
He had perfected the art of faking peoples signatures in high school.
He collected the money and went back to the HR manager's office. It was just after 7pm, the poor man had to be called back to the office so as to process this case. He removed the small wad of money from his pocket.
He counted 3,000.
What for?
Do as I say please.
After he was done typing the letter on the electronic type writer (the only computer in that hotel was in the GMs office),
James signed against his name.
The HR manager was a Luo man who had lived in Mombasa for several years. He had two wives, cousins of course.
His nearly popped out of when he saw what James did.
That is fraud! He screams.
You are going to put this resignation letter in my file. Then you will shred this dismissal letter now.
He did as he was told.
I will see you on Monday, James tells him. I will come to demand my payment.
Bye.
I will be back.
The labor officer told him to make copies of all employee muster rolls. That evening, he spoke to one of his colleagues...
The total amount the company owed him as per the labor officer calculations was KES 60,000/-
This money was not little in 2002.
They went to the hotel on Friday. Together with the labor officer. They used the front entrance.
The GM brushed off the labor officer. There is no case here. Stop vasting yorrr time.
What we want to see the dismissal letter. I have to file it at labor office.
The HR manager presented the file containing James' firing letter to the GM. The poor man fainted on the spot.
They called the first aide teams to help.
He had lost it.
The labor officer demanded KES 100,000 to be paid immediately to the aggrieved James. 60,000 terminal dues and 40,000 for distress.
But I giw you the summary letter nah? His head was bobbing meekly this time around. He was completely drained of all his energy.
No. The letter in the file was what you gave me, the HR manager retorted in a heavy Luo accent.
Omera you have to pay. Who told you to go around signing employee resignation letters???The problem here sir is that you don't listen to me. Now look. His voice grew a decibel or two higher as he winked at James.
He approved a PCV for 60K immediately.
The HR manager, James and the labor officer met at 3 Coins bar at 7pm. He put 10K in a brown envelope for the labour officer and another 5K in another envelope for the HR manager.
They hugged and laughed.
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Two weeks later, the directors of the company fired the GM and deducted 100K from his terminal dues. They refused to pay for his air ticket back to Mumbai too.
That's how good he was at faking people's signatures.