I am pretty sure everyone has had that tyrannical boss that is hated by everyone, yet is somehow convinced that this was a sign that he is good at his job. Right now, I am dealing with such a boss. This boss, Mr. Lumbergh (not his real name) is attempting to melt my cellphone via SMS, WhatsApp, phone call, and email.\u00a0 What\u2019s the date? What time is it?\u00a0 It\u2019s 02:10 am, on August 31st, 2020. Five WhatsApp\u2019s. 3 missed calls. 2 emails. All from the tyrannical despot in my office.\u00a0 Look at this screenshot from my WhatsApp. It\u2019s 2:10 in the morning on Merdeka Day. For the last 18 months, this has been common practice at this particular company. This dictator thinks he actually owns me outside of office hours. I\u2019m paid to put up with his crap, but I\u2019m not paid enough to work 24-7-365. Smartphones are smart right? Work emails, WhatsApp messages, calls from colleagues, and Mr. Lumbergh all get \u201cthe number is busy\/out of service\u201d. 2:22 am. 11 WhatsApp messages. 4 missed calls. 3 emails. I admit that the job market is terrible, and right now, given the state of things, nobody can afford to be unemployed for long.\u00a0 But I\u2019m wondering when things reached a point that any boss thinks that they have the right to demand anything for a non-urgent, non-critical, non-emergency\/meltdown situation at such an ungodly hour.\u00a0 When any boss starts blurring the line between office hours and non-office hours, it is detrimental to both physical and mental health. You don\u2019t get time to rest your mind, relax and enjoy life by doing what you like because you\u2019re suddenly slammed with work when you are off the clock.\u00a0 2:35 am. 17 WhatsApp messages. 6 missed calls. 4 emails. The same is also true of relationships with family and friends. You\u2019re at some event and suddenly work calls and you are forced to mentally check out to deal with whatever the boss requires.\u00a0 More importantly, I get to rest, recharge and I\u2019m a lot more relaxed so that I can be productive when I am actually paid to work, and put up with his attempts at leadership.\u00a0 Why don\u2019t I just give him what he wants?\u00a0 I know some of you are thinking, \u201cgive him what he wants and he\u2019ll go away.\u201d But it\u2019s 2am! If you give an inch, there is no doubt several dozen miles would be taken.\u00a0 I have walked down this road before. It always starts with one thing and then spirals into another, and another, until you are basically working from home in the early hours of the morning, before going to work later that same day.\u00a0 2:45 am. 17 WhatsApp\u2019s. 8 missed calls. 5 emails. It\u2019s 10 minutes and everything\u2019s gone silent. I believe that Mr. Lumbergh gave up. Right now, I am too angry, frustrated, and stressed out to sleep, and I am not going to do any work either.\u00a0 I know I am going to sleep most of Merdeka Day away because I\u2019ve had enough, and when I get to the office bright and early on Tuesday, there\u2019s going to be a hellfire and brimstone showdown between me and demonic boss. 9 am, Tuesday: The Showdown By the time you read this, the knockdown, drag-out fight is over. The bodies hit the floor, and there is enough chaos to please Satan. It is raw, unedited bestial carnage that would satisfy the greatest of gore fiends.\u00a0 Calm down. It didn\u2019t turn out like that. Actually, it was rather anticlimactic. 8:45 am. I walked into the office on Tuesday morning, as was my habit. The instant the clock struck 09:00 am, the executive authority of Mr. Lumbergh demanded my presence in his glass-walled office.\u00a0 Now, in an open-plan office, there is no hiding anything from anyone. Especially since the offices have glass walls. And since it was common practice for at least one person to get yelled at each day, there were looks of commiseration, small smiles, and gestures of support. In every face, in every pair of eyes, I could see it written plain as day, \u201cThank God it\u2019s not me.\u201d\u00a0 As I sat there in his office, I wondered when he would stop yelling so I could get back to work, on a project that he would get the credit for, and most likely would ensure that one or more of his cronies would get promoted.\u00a0 It was then that I had an epiphany, the proverbial light bulb moment.\u00a0 I hated my job, the politicking, the micromanagement, the openly displayed incompetence, lack of clear direction, and total lack of feedback. The conclusion I came to?\u00a0 \u201cThere is no reason for me to be here.\u201d\u00a0 I just stood up, while he was still screaming at me, and walked out without a word.\u00a0 Now that stopped traffic in the entire office. He followed me to the door of his office, hollering \u201cWHERE ARE YOU GOING?! I\u201dM NOT DONE WITH YOU!\u201d Someone later told me that he\u2019d actually been standing in the doorway with his mouth hanging open in disbelief. Apparently, no one had ever done what I had just done.\u00a0 Two employees who were part of his \u201cinner circle\u201d tried to stop me. They took one look at my face, and wordlessly stepped aside. I went and sat down at my desk, grabbed my backpack, and shoved a number of personal belongings into it. At this point, he was standing next to my desk and still yelling.\u00a0 \u201cGET BACK IN MY OFFICE. THIS INSTANT.\u201d I ignored him.\u00a0 I went around the office, returning a few things to different people. All he could do was stand by my desk in mute incomprehension.\u00a0 By the time I was back at my desk, he was confused and aggravated, and trying to talk to me in a normal voice. He was so off his stride, that he was actually trying to talk to me like a human being.\u00a0 I hammered out two emails, the first sent to HR and cc\u2019d to him. The email stated that I quit, effectively immediately, and that I would pay one months\u2019 salary in lieu of giving my 30 days notice. The second was a three-line goodbye email. He read both standing over my shoulder.\u00a0 He put a hand on my shoulder to get my attention. I just glared in silence at the offending appendage. Wordlessly, it was removed. I think that was the moment that he realized that he had well and truly crossed the point of no safe return.\u00a0 Now I work in creative multimedia, and everything is digital, backed up on the company servers and intranet. It was six mouse clicks to break my folders into subfolders and scatter them across the company cloud. Good luck finding everything.\u00a0 And yes, I had to do office work on my personal laptop since I joined the company. The promised company laptop had never materialized.\u00a0 I stood up and walked towards the door, which proved to be more than he could handle. He started screaming again. \u201cYou\u2019re f**king ungrateful! Not an ounce of gratitude! When you fail, and you will! Don\u2019t come crawling back!\u00a0 With you gone I can hire someone with actual skills to do the job!\u201d The Aftermath Needless to say, the phone started ringing the following morning. I flipped a setting on my very smart cellphone and was soon unreachable to everyone at the company.\u00a0 Imagine my complete lack of surprise when his cronies revealed their lack of competence and ability by emailing me to find out how to compile weekly reports, how to enter certain time-sensitive data, or where certain templates and other documentation was located on the server.\u00a0\u00a0 Those emails started out professional, then turned hostile and abusive. When there was no response from my end, the tone softened. The most recent ones were very polite, very courteous, and very much begging letters.\u00a0 It\u2019s a shame I only found out about those emails two weeks later, because by the end of the week, 4th of September, I had filtered all company emails as spam. A Last Ditch Attempt By Him In a last-ditch attempt, my ex-boss reached out to me on Facebook, begging me for help. I agreed to meet and help him, because some of my former colleagues don\u2019t deserve to get screwed. At the end of that conversation, I blocked and deleted his FB profile and his others connections on all my contact lists. I met him in a Starbucks located in the building lobby. We sat down at a table. He asked me to come upstairs, sign some paperwork, and do an exit interview. For 18 months of my life, this tyrannical bastard had controlled nearly every aspect of my professional life. He had made life hell for me, and for everyone else who had the misfortune to work for him.\u00a0 From micromanagement to incompetent leadership, to zero recognition for targets achieved or just shifting deadlines because he could. His failures as a boss only magnified his failure as a human being.\u00a0 I said, \u201cNo.\u201d\u00a0 He erupted, right at the table in Starbucks. His verbal abuse would have made a drill sergeant blush\u00a0 or start taking notes. Meanwhile, I was the picture of collected, placid equanimity.\u00a0 As he paused for breath, I stood, thanked him for the coffee, and walked out the door, as calmly as I had the previous week, taking all my knowledge and information with me.\u00a0 I\u2019m now looking for a job. Until I find it, or it finds me, I\u2019ll freelance, stock shelves in Tesco, do some web design, mod Nerf blasters, maybe drive for Grab. Maybe\u2026 I\u2019ll start a Fight Club.\u00a0 I know what I am worth. Whatever happens next, I\u2019m free to do anything.\u00a0 For more stories by this author, read: Professional Gaming Cost Me My Girlfriend. Here\u2019s My Story and My Parents Deleted My Social Life and It Ruined Me. If you like what you read, follow us on\u00a0Facebook,\u00a0Instagram Do you have a story to share? Submit it to email@example.com and stand a chance to be featured!