How one colleague's failure to do the right thing became the benchmark for the four who followed—and the damage they left in their wake.

The names of my nemeses are nowhere to be found on this site. I believe in having a sense of proportionality in my purpose, and broadcasting their identities on the internet seems over-the-top to me. They’re exposed on a sidewalk outside Gateway Village because it’s the scene of the crime, and it’s my only conduit to communicate with them. As addressed later in the story, I started this crusade for justice last July, and originally there was no “Fraudulent 5” sign. I came up with it months later knowing that the only hope I have is to make this personal—as the bank doesn’t seem to care about my other signs that call them into question.

Had BofA shown some concern last summer, we could have resolved all this a long time ago. I’m actually a pretty forgiving guy, but you can’t learn from mistakes until you acknowledge them–and I aim to stick around until they do. None of this would be necessary if The Fraudulent 5 had a notion of degree–and didn’t hide behind rules that allow you to boot somebody out the door on a whim.

From here on out the The Fraudulent 5 will be referenced according to their position on the sign. Where grouping is appropriate, #1 and #2 will be called The Top 2 and the rest belong to The Bottom 3.

#1: Runs the whole show in the academic shop I joined in April 2011, and outside of this story, he’s an excellent manager from what I know of him. Our paths had crossed before, and given that bit of history and how far I have come—I expected a lot more from a man of his caliber. I’ve seen magnificent management in this bank, so my vision of the possible is not a fairytale.

#2: Hired me and he works for #1. I was immediately impressed by him–as he was talking my language from the get-go. We would have gotten along famously had he not turned this into a fiasco over nothing. It’s a testament to how highly I think of the The Top 2 on the whole that I’m still seething over this. It astounds me that they were taken in by the folly from a shop that’s a polar opposite of theirs–making frivolous assumptions that fit squarely into false equivalence.

#3: Manager of #4 and also over #5. Inherent in his job, #3 had a responsibility for oversight, but there was none to be found.

#4: Business Analyst who is a dedicated employee on the whole, but that doesn’t excuse being the catalyst for all this nonsense.

#5: My team leader. It’s beyond belief that a man could sit there having an enjoyable lunch with me on my last day–and not bother to mention that little detail. It doesn’t matter to me if my ousting was out of his control–he had an inherent responsibility to inform me of my impending doom.

The 6th Man: A servile soul who heard a lunchtime story then bolted from the table to tattle. I don’t even know his name. He just happened to be sitting where my colleagues and I sat down for lunch on the very first day of my dream job–and seemingly with glee he brought the whole thing down.

I fail to understand how someone’s future could be treated so casually, and maybe that’s because my mindset operates in a world where handshake integrity still matters.

Note: I’m not blacklisted for being fired—I’m a pariah because I had the nerve to question the unconscionable actions of those involved.


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