The Half-Pig Bonus: A Tale of Corporate Betrayal

he year-end

onus turned into half a pig, a

day out, earning the company tens o

on-dollar year-end bonus

you have the guts, quit! There are

llying just any employee; he's m

promised that if I achieved ten million in sales

ove headfirst into work, de

s projects, exceeding the target with thirteen milli

home to show off in front of my parents, to

year-end bonus, days passed wit

furiating pieces of news: First, t

as replaced with some holida

didn't dare speak up, only

great, especially a

oday, as soon as I arrived at the off

bloodied appearance, wa

orned with various "holiday gifts"-chickens, duc

stributed them accor

lp but laugh

to talk to

eir word. Why wasn't th

g a card game on his compute

rette, took a deep drag, and leaned back in his

h and asked directly, "Boss,

d," Nathan interrupted me. "I specifica

is

isf

half a pig, and you ex

a pig..." I said, trying

y the bonus would be delayed until after th

he looked pleased wi

it g

ality, freshly slaughtered, with excellen

t; I had to pull som

ood work. I have high hop

ts to handle, so you

ing to fool me, so I

llion in sales, the year-end bonus would be at l

out his cigarette, and sighed, "Campbel

orders, but the prof

st millions. The year-end bonus

on airs,

ys on his desk, "That M

for a car but n

banged the table, "What

he boss,

advising me earnestly, "Young people should look at the

e original shares, options, and

ll me a drea

nd what you're talking about

n into the contract when I join

a

whose tail had been stepped

't you u

ration for the comp

not happy,

less others eag

as resorting to

and I picked up the ashtray on