Definition: In this task, you are given a Reddit post as a text. Your task is to generate a title for this text. The title should start with "TIFU by", followed by a situation that caused humor. The title should contain 7-12 words, ideally.
Input: Text: ok, so this happened approximately 1 year ago. using an obvious throwaway because nobody really knows the true story of what happened, besides my former employer.
also this is my first time posting. i tried to format it nicely but will probably have to make some adjustments. 


**preface:**


i was 22, with a background in customer service and banking, so i applied at the local chain-bank in the town i had just moved to.
been working at chain-bank for roughly 11 months, and i hate it. it's awful. my boss is constantly micromanaging, pushing us to sell credit cards and loans to everyone and anyone that we speak with. we are given incentives, but have to reach a certain rating to not be written up. the branch as a whole also receives a rating, to which my boss gets a **bonus** for, so of course she wants to push us to sell things. even when i met my goals consistently she would say i wasn’t striving to achieve more. which i basically interpreted as “i want more money.”
anyway, very frustrating and depressing. she would degrade me and my co-workers on a daily basis. my boss is literally sitting her in office staring at me through the glass, waiting for me to fuck up. no shit, she would watch me interact with a customer, then as soon as the customer left she would walk over and drill me as to why i didn't try to sell him something. often times it was because i talked to that person before, or i didn’t feel that our product of the month wasn’t right for that individual. 

**fast-forward**

i started looking for another job. found one at another bank that didn't do referrals, and had a nice friendly atmosphere. they were happy to have me and wanted me to start asap, but were understanding that i had to finish up my 2 weeks.

so there i am, 2 weeks left at this hellhole of a job. at this point i really don't give a shit. stop selling things entirely, and my boss is noticeably irritated with my presence. 

i'm feeling bulletproof. i get to escape this job, go on to a better job (that pays more), and never see this bimbo again.

i pull up the company website for our branch and start clicking around. i pull up her employee information page and stare at her stupid mug. ugly. hateful. stupid haircut. many words could be used to describe this medusa of a woman. nobody liked her.

**climax!** 

i get the idea to copy her photo from this employee information page, and paste it into ms paint! this will be great! i used to do this as a kid, but just draw on celebrities and stuff for fun.

i proceed to accentuate every wrinkle in her face, and every fold in her double chin with black. oh this looks great. i then classically turn her eyes red. *devil woman.* i get really caught up in my youthful art project and put a nice fat swastika on her forehead. *yeah, nazi bitch.* and what swastika forehead donning person is complete without an ss armband? *hitler would marry your greedy ass in a heartbeat.* 

so at this point you can tell that i have already fucked up, i'm on the computer owned by the bank. but here's where i spiral. 

i proceed to draw **seven** big black penises all around her, coming in at different angles. as if she was at some weird interracial nazi orgy. 

to complete my masterpiece i finish it with a nice big nazi flag in the backround, behind her head. i sat back in my chair and relished in the debacle that i had created. it was terrible, and fantastic. i had completely reverted to my middle-school sense of humor in these moments, and i *loved* it. 

*i saved the picture*

why? to look at later i guess? i don't know. but this was a huge mistake. i did later look at it again and felt bad, so i deleted it.
no harm done right? i got my frustration out in a creative, disturbing, way. nobody saw it but me.

**1 week later**

i get called into her office, and she isn't in there. instead are two people i have never seen before. they ask me to have a seat, chris hansen style. i honestly did not connect my art project with my current position, *until…* the hr lady introduced herself, and then proceeded to open up a leather folder. inside of it was a piece of paper, which she handed to me. 

there, printed out gloriously in full color, was my boss’s face. complete with swastikas, black cocks and all. this was fucking amazing. honestly, i grinned and laughed out loud. i knew what was going down, and i was happy that people had seen it. people up in the ranks of the bank had seen it. they were able to see me using ms paint from the bank security cameras placed behind the teller line, then proceeded to recover my deleted masterpiece. now this lady whom i had never met before was holding it in front of my face. i was honestly baffled, they did their homework.

the man sitting in the room was my boss’s boss. surely he must know how big of a bitch she is

anyway, we discuss the picture and i tell them that i was really frustrated with her and this helped me channel that frustration. she blows the word frustration way out of proportion and tries to make me sound violent. which i am not a violent person. 

i hand over my keys, they audit my drawer, everything checks out. i’m free. they escort me out of the building with a police officer, because i’m such a threat right? i’m told that i’m not allowed on bank property at any location, and my account will be closed. they’re clearly overreacting at this point, but i’m sure it’s just policy.

the story ends with me shaking hands calmly and politely with my boss’s boss, and say “sorry we had to meet like this, see you around.” i smiled, he gave me a really confused look and loose handshake. i felt like i just got out of bad relationship, free, happy, and bulletproof. i called my new job and told me that i could start earlier than 2 weeks because they decided to let me go. they didn’t ask any questions, and now i’m happily writing this from my desk at my new job, currently making more $$$ than i ever would have at the other place. 

**bonus:** a couple months later i was smoking outside of a business across the street from the old bank that i had worked at, and out comes a security guard. he stands outside with his arms crossed and stares at me continuously. then after about 10 minutes goes back inside. 

i later found out that they kept a security guard there at the bank for the next 90 days, policy. this made me feel awesome, that i could cause so many waves with ms paint. 

 



**edit**: tons of requests for the original picture from the story. unfortunately, as i stated in the comments it is not in my possession and probably in an hr folder somewhere. 




**you requested donald trump, here it is!** http://imgur.com/d19iqek


**for the uk readers out there, david cameron!** http://imgur.com/sjt8vev

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wow, upvotes. i didn't expect such a positive response. i just want to say thank you to everyone because getting this off my chest really helped me.

TIFU by using MS Paint to destroy my boss.