2 months ago I left my old workplace with my boss owing me money. I cleaned a cafe while studying at uni. Aside from not paying me overtime he manipulated me into believing that in order for him to trust me and make sure I didn't go anywhere he would have to hold onto some of my money. Cash in hand, minimum wage, with holding $250 from my first paycheck. I ate that shit up like a beta, not realising what he had done because I was a fucking moron. I wanted to prove to him I was good enough to be there but mostly because I feared not having a job. I quit when I found something better, leaving without notice in a passive-aggressive way of telling him to go fuck himself, but always felt terrible about leaving without my money.

Enter the red pill. In realising my own legitimate desires, acknowledging that others are also after power covertly, I noticed how irrational it was for me to fear getting my money back. So I re-entered the cafe today while it was emptying. I asked for my money. He told me "get the fuck out". So I told him "give me my fucking money you snake." Standing my ground and staring into his eyes. He told me I'd regret it if I didn't leave. I gave him the DiCaprio Wolf of Wallstreet fake laugh in his face and said to him "What the fuck are you going to do?"

Everyone in there was trembling towards me. The other manager panicked and was saying "just give him his money". A passerby lady in assuming I'm an irrational aggressor called the cops and got them involved in which I immediately calmed down my adversarial nature and explained my story, how he took my money from me and others and I wanted to call him out for it. I knew that I hadn't done anything illegal but because I was confronting him loudly people assumed I was an abuser. The most satisfying part was that calmly explaining to those not involved what I was doing, the woman who called the police ended up agreeing with my decision to confront him. "You're actually a nice guy".

To my boss he understood power. To those watching wanted reason.

When I ended up leaving the cafe and walking away we locked eyes for the last moment. I nodded at him, and he nodded back.

Now the police have referred me to proper legal advice to bring this douche canoe down for tax evasion. Something which I have a large amount of evidence for.

Balls are now made of titanium. Living the dream. I now want to fight bears on a mountain.