Sick of 6 AM Calls from My Wife’s Boss? See How We Taught Him a Lesson He’ll Never Forget

My Wife’s Boss Loves Calling Her at 6 AM to Ask If She Can Cover Shifts for Sick Employees – We Taught Him a Perfect Lesson

I advised my wife to give my wife’s boss a taste of his own medicine since his 6 a.m. calls were ruining us. Our quiet mornings were in jeopardy after our late-night retaliation call started a series of events that may either rescue our sanity or ruin her job.

With the intention of surprising Mira with breakfast, I got up early. I was quietly singing to myself while I mixed the pancake batter, and the fragrance of coffee filled our tiny flat.

I heard Mira padding into the kitchen just as I slid the first golden disk onto a dish. I turned to kiss her forehead as she put her arms around me from behind.

“Good morning, drowsyhead,” I grinned. “Breakfast is almost ready.”

With sunlight pouring through the windows, we took a seat on the floor. As Mira drizzled syrup over her pancake stack, I made coffee for the two of us.

“So, what’s on the agenda today?” She inquired while sucking.

After taking a sip of my coffee, I answered, “I have that big presentation at two.” You?”

“Just another typical retail shift. If all goes well, I should be home by six.”

After we finished our meal, we talked about what we had planned for the weekend. It was the kind of flawless morning that made me appreciate Mira’s presence in my life.

I had no idea that it would be our final quiet breakfast together for some time.

At precisely six in the morning, Mira’s phone rang. She groped for it, peering at the screen, as I feigned to sleep.

She stammered, attempting to seem awake, “Hello?”

On the other end, I could hear Gabriel’s voice. “Sarah called in ill, Mira. Would you be able to cover her shift early?”

With a sigh, Mira looked at me and nodded. “Sure, I’ll be there.”

This became the new standard for us. Gabriel would phone at six a.m. every morning, as if on cue, with another “emergency”—someone was sick, running late, or experiencing a family problem.

With a sigh, Mira would get out of bed and depart from our pleasant mornings. Lying there, I would feel powerless and more and more irritated as my wife turned become the go-to person for any staffing issue.

As weeks went by, I saw Mira’s weariness increase. Her eyes lost their luster and developed dark circles instead. When she got home, she would pass out on the couch, hardly able to open her eyes for dinner.

I made an effort to assist her wherever I could, taking on more housework and making sure she had coffee ready in the mornings. But there was only so much I could do about the incessant calls in the early hours of the morning.

I was clearing the table one evening when Mira yelled at me for forgetting a dish in the sink. I could see the regret on her face as soon as she said those words.

She apologized while massaging her temples. “I’m just so tired.”

I set the plate down and walked over to sit beside her, resting a hand on her shoulder. “I understand, sweetie. This cannot continue. Have you considered speaking with Evelyn?”

With a head shake, Mira leaned in to feel my touch. “My goal is to remain unnoticed. Gabriel may make things more difficult for me.”

Though I didn’t press it, I scowled. With a great deal of tension between us, we quietly cleaned everything up. I couldn’t get rid of the feeling that something needed to change as we prepared for bed.

Gabriel called even earlier the following morning, at 5:45 a.m. Mira answered, her voice hoarse from sleep, and I listened. She hung up the phone and said she will be there by seven.

I couldn’t hold my silence any longer and glanced over. “Was that Gabriel again?”

With a nod, Mira slid onto my chest, her eyes, which were filled with fatigue, barely visible through the drawn curtains.

“Mira, this needs to end. It’s unfair to both of us and you.

She let out a sigh. “I know, but what can I do?”

I had an idea at that moment, motivated by frustration and a wish to see Mira smile once more. “What if we gave him a taste of his own medicine?”

Curious, Mira halted. “What do you mean?”

“Give him a call at a strange hour. Watch how he enjoys it.”

She chuckled, but I could see the thought catching on. Perhaps it was time for her to take a stand.

“You really think I should do it?” muttered Mira as we lay in bed that evening.

I turned to face her and could see her features in the gloom. “You’re tired, baby. You’re under pressure. This cannot continue. A sacrifice must be made.”

She chewed her lip and nodded. But what if it doesn’t work out? And if I get fired by him?

“He can’t fire you for giving him a taste of his own medicine,” I comforted her, putting my hand out to tuck a hairpin behind her ear. “And we’ll fight it if he tries. The phone logs you have can attest to what he has been doing.”

With a look of resolve on her face, Mira inhaled deeply. “All right. Come on, let’s do it.”

Her alarm was set for 3:25 a.m. I was suddenly awakened when it went off, and I saw Mira sit up and go for her phone, her fingers trembling. I nodded encouragingly as she picked up Gabriel’s phone.

Before I heard a drowsy voice answer, it rang four times. “Hello?”

Attempting to seem upbeat, she said, “Hi Gabriel, this is Mira.” “I was wondering if you needed any extra help today?”

A protracted silence ensued. Next, “Mira? Three thirty in the morning. Why are you phoning me?”

When Mira said, “Well, I thought you might need someone to cover an early shift,” I could hear the tremble in her voice. You know how you give me a call at six every morning?”

The call ended. With trembling palms, Mira gazed at her phone. I turned over and gave her a drowsy smile.

I muttered, “You did it,” with a wave of pride. “I’m proud of you.”

The rest of the night, Mira slept hardly at all, tossing and turning. Concerned about what the morning would hold, I also lay awake. Imagine if this went wrong. What would have happened if I had forced her to make a grave error?

Every action Mira took to get ready for work was displaying anxiousness. In an effort to provide her with support, I prepared her favorite breakfast.

“We’re in this together, no matter what happens,” I whispered to her as she made her way to the door. Alright?”

She managed a little smile and nodded before heading out.

The day seemed to drag on forever. I started to anticipate a call or text from Mira, so I started to check my phone every few minutes. Her expression on returning home at last was a mixture of relief and shock.

She said, “You won’t believe what happened,” before crashing onto the couch next to me.

She informed me of her interaction with Gabriel. How she refused to back down and presented the phone logs to him. How he gave in and even expressed regret.

As soon as she was done, I shouted, “Wow,” and I raised her in my arms. It’s unbelievable how wonderfully it worked! I applaud you for advocating for yourself.”

Sounding lighter than she had in weeks, Mira chuckled. “Me too. I’m quite happy it did.

I hugged her tightly. “Baby, I’m very proud of you. You performed admirably.

She responded with a squeeze. “I couldn’t have done it without your support.”

I kept a close eye out over the next few days for any indications that Gabriel would take revenge. However, I was surprised to discover that he appeared to be honoring his promise. Mira stopped receiving calls in the early morning and resumed walking home with a spring in her step.

A week or so after the altercation, Mira virtually burst with enthusiasm when she got home one afternoon. She told me about her chat with Gabriel, explaining that he had apologized once more and was going to be introducing new shift coverage regulations.

“It seems like an entirely different workplace,” she remarked, her eyes gleaming. “I actually enjoyed going to work today.”

I felt a burden go off my shoulders as I gathered her in an embrace. “Baby, I’m so pleased for you. This is something you deserve.”

As we prepared for bed that evening, I saw a calmness in Mira’s motions that had been absent for some months. She set her alarm and no longer felt strain in her shoulders or a troubled grimace.

A week or so later, I woke up one morning to discover Mira still asleep at seven thirty. With my arm wrapped around her waist, she was curled up against me. It was with great boldness that I opened one eye.

“No call?” I muttered.

She smiled as she said, “No call,” in confirmation.

I smiled and drew her in. “Looks like our plan worked.”

Mira laughed, her voice brighter than it had been in days. “Yes, it did. How about some pancakes right now?”

Like old times, we sat down to breakfast, and I couldn’t help but feel so proud of Mira. She had taken up a challenging circumstance head-on and emerged stronger as a result. And I felt appreciative that I could have helped her thru it all.

To put things right, you occasionally have to make a stand. and remaining at your loved one’s side throughout it all? That really is the biggest change ever.

How would you have responded in that situation?

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