I'm Not Sorry for Pulling Pranks on the Doctor Who Fired Me

So there I was, working as a nurse in this little town hospital. It's not exactly what you'd call prestigious or anything, but it does have its moments. One of those moments came when Dr. Harris decided he didn't like me enough to keep me around anymore. No reason given, just that my services were no longer required. I mean, come on! There had been a few issues, mostly the fact that he always wanted things his way and thought nurses existed solely to cater to his whims, but I was good at what I did, dammit! Well, let me tell you, being unemployed after fifteen years of loyal service wasn't easy. But instead of letting it get me down, I decided to have a little fun with Dr. Harris's dismissal. Let’s just say that my exit wasn't exactly as professional as he would've preferred. I started by leaving a few prank messages on the hospital intercom system, one day announcing that all nurses were required to wear clown noses for the rest of their shift (that was pretty funny, especially since I knew no one actually did it), another time saying that the kitchen staff had accidentally put laxatives in everyone's lunch. The most memorable one, though, was sending an email from a spoofed address claiming the hospital was facing a serious outbreak of flesh-eating bacteria and needed to be quarantined immediately. Of course, I made sure it was all just harmless fun, but still, Dr. Harris didn't take too kindly to it when he figured out who was behind these pranks. He was fired by our CEO shortly after. And yes, while some might consider this petty revenge, I say to hell with professional ethics sometimes. It's about time someone showed that guy a thing or two about boundaries. And now? Well, I'm looking for a new job of course. But don't worry, my next workplace better know how to treat its staff right from the start.