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The original was posted on /r/maliciouscompliance by /u/Ancient_Educator_76 on 2024-08-02 15:43:17+00:00.

I'm sending a special shout out to all teachers who are starting the new school year!

I was at a training yesterday morning. 24 hours prior my wife broke her ankle. Pretty badly. Like it had to be reset. I was with her all day that day, and yesterday during the training she was recovering from her surgery while I learn how to use "IXL", a math program that's pretty easy to figure out for the most part.

The night before the training my wife and I discussed the financial aspect of missing days, and though I took the day off when she broke her ankle (obviously), we both decided I would go to the (aforementioned/yesterday's) IXL training.

I get there a minute early (or fourteen minutes late according to the USAF) and situate myself. I open up all the websites they say to, do the padlet AI welcome page drawing they request of me, and get ahead of the program. The rest of the room is jibber-jabbing as the presenter the other district personnel meander around the room. I see a text from my mother in law, and as she's at the hospital with my wife I decide to look at it. "Gina" my wife is asking about my pay. Her phone got an alert about a payment (my Rapid Card has an alert that goes to her phone) but her phone died before she could see how much. I decide to log in to my Access page to see how much and tell her whether we are covered for the deductible that they haven't collected yet. It literally took like twenty seconds to do this, and of course this is when miss Low Glasses decides to pretend she's my teacher.

She pokes me on the shoulder repeatedly (I'm pretty sure she thinks she's tapping me, but it's uber aggressive) and says "You need to look at the screen she's showing you!". I start to comment back by saying "Sorry I was j-"

When she interrupted me abruptly, shouting enough for God and Satan to hear "You need to get your priorities straight!!"

Enter Malicious Compliance

I was so embarrassed and pissed at the same time (Empissed?). It was totally uncalled for. It was when everyone was jibber-jabbing, and it was to check on an important time sensitive thing. It made me realize that, yes, I DO need to get my priorities straight...

I replied, just as loudly, as I had everyone's ear now: "You know what? I DO need to get my priorities straight. My wife's in the hospital! I'll be leaving now." and I walked out.

The lady looking at me through her lowered glasses scoffed, and the other district personnel pulled her aside and chided her as I walked out. One of my homies yelled out "Love you OP. it's gonna be fine text me" as I left.

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The original was posted on /r/maliciouscompliance by /u/AgarwaenCran on 2024-08-02 06:16:43+00:00.

background: I work in security and our company has many different clients and no fixed posts, so I jump from site to site. the site in question (client) is one of the more complicated sites for us and has an awful work atmosphere.

we man the gates and next to the normal truck traffic, there are also multiple visitors coming, some of them so often you basically know them by name and we just open the gate for them, because they are here every day

one of the middle managers (power) from client is one of those people that think they are the most important person in the world as soon as they get a little bit of power. for example when power got into middle management.

now the story: power decided that this way everybody could just come and go in. so we got the new order to not let anyone external in without getting the okay from the person "responsible" for them. every external you say? oki-dokey

this alone made dhl, ups and so on not happy since we stopped them now and first called the people who take the packages from them, making them also really annoyed.

the it happened: some very important people came for an appointment with with power first thing in the morning. something much money was hanging on. the good girl I am, I tried calling power for 15 minutes. no answer. welp, guess I can't reach power. means I can't let the very important people in. I told them, so, so sorry. obviously they were not amused, but my idea that they could bill client for their wasted time made them less un-amused.

power came 15 minutes later, his car had issues. he told me that he has an very important meeting and if very important people come, they can go directly to him. I then told him the sad news that they were here already and I tried to call power for 15 minutes, but after I couldn't reach him I did send them away as our new I structions demand me to do.

the instructions were very quickly withdrawn to the earlier system, where we could let people in if we know who they are without needing to ask first

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The original was posted on /r/maliciouscompliance by /u/xlovechrisx on 2024-08-01 20:29:41+00:00.

I work for a visitor attraction in London. Generally we are out on the floor answering questions etc. We had a dedicated team that worked in the control room, usually supervisors or those that wanted to become supervisors. Normally one or two people in the control room. They were never ever on the floor if they could help it.

They watched the cctv and controlled the breaks, lunches, etc. For instance if a visitor sets off an alarm they would call us and we would investigate the alarm.

Management decided to pull the supervisors out onto the floor and train floor personnel to be In the control room. Good idea on paper but in practice?

Supervisors didn't want to go on the floor and those on the floor didn't want to go into the control room.

Some of us already worked in the control room as we relieved them for breaks, lunches etc. Basically if you were in the control room you stayed in there.

First training week went something like this. Someone that knew the control room training 3 or 4 of the floor people. Needless to say that put us short staffed on the floor and management had to go on the floor to cover. As "how hard could it be", it will only be a week then I can go back to my cushy desk job.

First day I was training 3 or 4 floor staff and management/supervisors were on the floor. Management told me treat them like normal floor staff. Ok no problem.

I asked everyone that I was training "normal floor staff" we all got big smiles on our faces.

Not even 10 minutes goes by and radio call. "Can one of you bring the keys for the front door so we can let the public in?" It's a 5 min walk from control to the front door. I radio one of the management on the floor. "Come to control and pick up the keys and take to front door." I get a phone call " just have so and so bring them over, there's 4 of you in there" As per procedure nobody is allowed out of control room.

Management take 5 min to get to control and then take the keys over to front door. So we are late opening. Next radio call. "Which key is it?" It's number xx . They open the doors. Alarm goes off. "Control why did alarm go off" You need to call control to let us know exactly when to take alarm off. Procedure

All of this is written down. Procedures must be followed. Now that the public is in, alarms start going off for various reasons. The public loves going through doors that say 'Door is Alarmed'.

Normal stuff. I start radio calls to management on the floor. "Charlie 3 go to door x" , "Charlie 3 go to door x" etc etc. "Delta 4 relieve Charlie 3 for thier lunch"

Lunchtime, I get phone calls from people who haven't been relieved for thier lunch on time. Management hasn't figured out that travel time between your post and the break area is NOT included in your lunch/break. If you have an hour lunch and it takes you 10 min walking time to get there then basically your lunch is 40 min. 10 min to go from your post to break room and 10 min to go back to post.

Normal control room staff knew this and would start lunches early to give everyone as much as possible a full lunch.

More radio calls "Charlie 3 can you check the tiolet, report of water on the floor " "Charlie 3 can you go to x Visitor wants to use a voucher", "actually Charlie 3 go to door x" but "I'm with a visitor ", " Doors take priority Charlie 3"

For the rest of the day we ran management crazy. Everything in the procedures was adhered to. Count the empty spaces in the car park. Check locks on the emergency gates. Check toilets, mens and womens to see if they need to be refilled with tiolet paper. Look for lights out, Fill in your task book. etc

Next day needless to say i wasn't in the control room. Didn't matter. The tone was set. Didn't matter who was in there. The rest of the week went by the same. Everyone that followed me ran management nuts.

Management to thier credit changed some things after that. Black sneakers can now be worn. More break rooms closer to posts have been opened. Procedures have been loosened up. Control people are back in control and floor people are on the floor. Everyone is now trained in the control room but they only have to work it if they want.

Still was a glorious week!

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The original was posted on /r/maliciouscompliance by /u/thebladeofchaos on 2024-08-01 07:26:04+00:00.

So I'm living with my mother in a house we moced into three years ago now. Coming out of my room into the living room you go through a hallway passing the dining and bathrooms.

Well apparently this day I was quiet as Mum got the shock of her life turning around in the living room to see me. And the immortal words 'can you make some noise when you leave your room so I know your moving"

Well, for 2 years now I've done just that. Whistling, singing, silly noises. I've been tempted to get a slide whistle. She hasn't said a word but I can tell by her face the regret

ETA: For those bringing up hearing loss on her part, I appreciate the concern but it's not that. If anything her hearing is better then mine. She can hear just fine

She does laugh about this too. If anythingbshe got revenge by buying me a giant cactus (I call it 'the flat earth society' points of you get it but it's British)

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The original was posted on /r/maliciouscompliance by /u/Marinaisgo on 2024-07-31 20:24:22+00:00.

This happened many years ago when I was a field organizer and I ended up with a manager who had explicitly said she didn’t want to manage anybody, but a series of events meant I was her direct report.

In our initial meeting, I went over everything I’d been doing up to that point, where to find my weekly, monthly, quarterly, and annual reports, how to keep track of where I’d be, and how to give me feedback between our monthly check-ins.

She was not used to working with field organizers and was shocked that I wasn’t going to be in the office except for meetings and to turn in my reports. And it’s fine to not know things, but then she went and said “if you’re not in the office where I can see you, how will I know you’re working? You could be doing anything you want and I’d never know.”

Over and above what kinds of assumptions that makes about my character, whether or not someone looks like they’re working is a terrible metric for measuring what work is actually getting done. But I kept that to myself. Rather innocently, I offered to have my task tracking app send her an email whenever I accomplished a task. She agreed.

The thing about me is I am a fast worker. I always have been. It’s been a bone of contention with people who I work with. I create backlogs. I make other people feel weird about how much they do in a day. I used to get upset about this and wish everybody was as fast as me. By this time in my career, though, I learned to keep it to myself and spend some portion of my day pacing myself with others, or to find jobs where my pace wasn’t that strange.

This job was the latter. We were doing underfunded community driven work where the failure or success of a project sometimes meant that the people we served couldn’t pay their rent or afford food. So I was blazingly fast.

After 3 days of hundreds of emails a day notifying her the second I completed a task, my boss decided that she actually didn’t need to know whether I was working or not.

We actually became good friends after that because we realized we had a lot in common and we teamed up against the other bosses who kept making shitty decisions and putting us in bad places because they knew we were both competent enough to solve their problems for them. Neither of us work there anymore, we’ve moved on to much better things, but we’re still friends today.

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The original was posted on /r/maliciouscompliance by /u/mdlapla on 2024-07-31 13:20:25+00:00.

My girlfriend was having issues with her micromanaging boss and made me remember this orchestrated malicious compliance we did back around 2003-04 when I was working for a consulting company.

The client we were working for was a bank that had us working from the -2 basement, which consisted on a warehouse full with ATM replacements parts and another retrofitted warehouse with desks for us. You can imagine the type, flickering neon lights, ventilation columns, only thing resembling a window was a poster of a window the consulting company hung up on one wall. Cellphones weren't that common then, Internet was kinda on but everything was blocked because of the bank's firewall. We had to access google via IP address.

Working there was hard, only distraction was having a talk around the watercooler and going upstairs to get a coffee.

We were like 30 people, split into 2 big teams doing COBOL and 1 smaller one doing web, dotnet and whatever else somebody asked the manager to deliver. I was part of the smaller one.

The client asked us to track how long it took to finish each task. This was handled by each of the 3 team leaders, and people had a little bit of leeway on how to report hours spent. So, each team member would tell team leader whenever a task was finished and how long it took. It worked pretty well because team leaders were chill and the guys were serious and didn't slack much.

The manager (let's call him MICROMANAGER, since he was all about micromanaging but also because he was short AF) calls me one (I was kinda jack of all trades back then) and my team leader (TL as in Team Leader but also, he was tall AF, so TOO LONG) one day and says "look guys, I have a feeling we are not working hard enough, I need to be able to report the exact amount of time we spend on each task to the client, I want you to have some kind of software so people can input the time they spend on each thing".

TL tries to explain that the current system in place works rather well and there's no need to change the status quo, that the numbers were accurate and such. MICROMANAGER says that it's not enough, that people are wasting time and he wants accurate tracking.

I was like 22-23 at that time, first job, but TL had a knack for malicious compliance.

So he designed the system. It consisted on a little traffic light in the taskbar, red meant you were assigned, yellow meant a temporary stop, green meant unassigned. In order to change from one color to the other, a popup appeared and you had to input the reason for the change.

Then we created a web page that summarized and presented the data anonymously. It also had an export button so MICROMANAGER could check and use it to report himself, faster than how the team leaders were doing it (at least, that was MICROMANAGER's idea).

We installed this in every computer, and showed how it worked to MICROMANAGER, he was happy and told us to explain the system to the team in order to start the trial run of the idea right away.

So we did, TL gathered every single team member, and told them that MICROMANAGER wanted an EXACT tracking of each one. He repeated time and time again the word EXACT. Like probably 50 times in 5 minutes. He also said that the next day would be a trial run for the software.

So, 30 team members understood right away and complied. In an EXACT way.

Here's an example on some of the things I remember (I might remember some of this ones a little embellished, it's been a while) as highlights from the report (with time added up) after the trial day:

• Arrival - taking coat off, no hanger available, tried to hang it on top of other coat, both fell. 5 minutes.
• Cough attack, had to get a glass of water. 5 minutes.
• Joke, morale booster. 2 minutes.
• Lost track of thought, realized I was looking at the poster of a window instead of a window. 3 minutes.
• Gone to the toilet. (this was like 400 minutes or so, 30 people, 2 times in the day or so).
• Discussing last night's football match. 50 minutes.
• Air too cold, had to ask maintenance to up the temp. 4 minutes.
• Somebody asked temp to up the temp, now everybody is sweating, had to ask them to lower temp. 2 minutes.
• Inputting change of state in traffic light app. (Something like 2 hours in total)

And the list kept going and going and going. The real data was also there, but it was practically unusable. Before leaving the office, TL called his team and we had a really good laugh reading the list.

The next day, when we arrived, MICROMANAGER called TL, told him something and TL asked me to uninstall the traffic light app from every computer.

TLDR: Micromanager asks to track exact time spent on each task even though the old way of tracking was working, we create an app and everyone goes into extremely detailed mode so data is lost in a heap of unusable data, micromanager backs down on request.

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The original was posted on /r/maliciouscompliance by /u/DrPenwood on 2024-07-31 00:42:26+00:00.

Today I told my wife I would take care of some household tasks I had put off. After a pretty through cleaning of the living room, kitchen, bathrooms and bedroom, I went and picked up groceries and medications. Feeling satisfied with what I had done so far, I decided to relax on my phone for a bit before doing more.

My wife chooses that moment to come in and sees me on my phone, and yells that she has a million things to do and doesn't need me ignoring my task list. Despite me pointing out I had done everything except make dinner, she tells me that I should clean the office.

I began doing just that. After putting away my laptop, a small box of hobby supplies, and some notes from my D&D sessions (all I had in the office), I began my malicious compliance. See, my wife keeps every paper and piece of mail that could even remotely be considered "needed" in the future, and takes copious notes on everything under the sun. This amounts to about three good sized boxes filled with mail, papers, files, and note cards.

Dropping off each of the boxes off in the living room where she was working, I innocently told her that I would be able to finish cleaning the office once she organized and filed away all the papers since she is very particular about how she organizes things.

So now I'm back on my phone, and she has two million things to do and not a leg to stand on.

Edit: Hot damn, went to surf before bed and saw the commenters saying my marriage is doomed! Yes, we both acted in an immature manner, but you know what we did after? We both talked about what was bothering us and apologized to each other. Sometimes people make mistakes, my wife and I are no exception to that. What is important to both of us is that we try and learn from those mistakes and do better in the future. No relationship is perfect, but as long as we both continue to learn and move forward, I think both of us will continue to be happy, and overcome any challenges together.

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The original was posted on /r/maliciouscompliance by /u/Srvntgrrl_789 on 2024-07-30 22:22:47+00:00.

Years ago (1990s), I worked for an LGBTQ themed coffee house in Hollywood (name redacted). There were two locations; one in Hollywood in an LGBTQ community center, and the second in West Hollywood. Both places were busy. My best friend Sumatra (30F), and I (30F), worked at both locations, and we loved it there. We made decent money, great tips, and made friends with most of our customers.

One of the owners, Macchiato, didn't like female employees. He'd hire buff guys in their 20s he'd shamelessly flirt with, and then fire if they didn't reciprocate. The deal between the owners was that Tea ran the Hollywood location, and Macchiato ran the one in West Hollywood. Macchiato was a guy who loved to show off; he'd spend too much on supplies, expensive food, overpriced coffee beans, and would give raises to the employees he liked (the ones he hired). He'd also give his friends free coffee and sandwiches. The Hollywood location was consistently making a profit, while the West Hollywood location bled money.

Eventually, the West Hollywood location closed, and the remaining employees were integrated with the employees at the Hollywood store. Macchiato started to hang around the remaining coffee house to "supervise". His business partner, Tea was on a three month vacation in Europe when all this went down.

Macchiato decided to hire his new bf, Espresso (M 18), as our manager. Espresso didn't know how a coffee house worked, and Sumatra and I were instructed to train him. He refused to learn anything, preferring to stay in the office, or leave for three hour lunches. Sumatra told me our days were numbered, and she was right. A week after Espresso was hired, he fired Sumatra fired for no reason, which left Espresso and myself as the only employees.

Three days later, as I was getting ready for a film festival the community center was hosting, Espresso showed up with my final paycheck, and told me I was being let go. When I asked why, he said there were "complaints", from customers. I asked him, as manager, why he didn't bring this to my attention earlier (Note; we had an employee manual that clearly spelled out a robust correction policy). He scoffed at me, and took off. I then called Macchiato, and asked him why I was being let go. He gave me the same lame answer. I read him the correction policy from the employee handbook, which pissed him off.

"It doesn't matter," Macchiato said, "You're being let go, immediately. You're clearly not barista material."

I took a look at the two block long line of film festival attendees who were waiting for the coffeehouse to open so they could buy drinks and snacks,

I asked, "Macchiato, if I'm being let go, who is going to help all the people who are lined up outside?"

He said," Oh! Well, I'd appreciate it if you'd stay and finish your shift."

I hung up the phone, opened the door, and told the line, "We're open. Help yourselves," and then left.

I had my last paycheck, which didn't include the hours from my last shift, and since I clearly wasn't barista material, I didn't need to be there. I took my paycheck to a check cashing place, instead of depositing it into my bank account. That next week, I got hired for an admin position with an accounting firm. I later found out from Sumatra that it was a good thing I cashed my paycheck instead of putting into my bank account, as the owner of the check cashing place sent over two big dudes and made Espresso give them all the cash from the register to cover the bad check Macchiato had written.

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The original was posted on /r/maliciouscompliance by /u/androshalforc1 on 2024-07-30 13:58:16+00:00.

So minor malicious compliance

I moved and started a new job about a year ago. My new job had a punch in/out app that required a picture for every punch. I found this a minor annoyance, so i went out of my way to take absurd pictures, twice my manager sent me a pic asking who’s that? 1 was taken before i turned the lights on (first one in the building) so was just dark, the other was just my beard and company logo.

About 3 weeks ago we migrated to a new punch app, i had to take a picture for account set up but that’s it, i still see everyone else taking pictures when they come in but for some strange reason I’ve been exempted

TLDR * Company requires pictures at start and end of shift. * i take stupid pictures * when we acquired a new system i was the only one exempted from taking pictures.

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The original was posted on /r/maliciouscompliance by /u/AlmiePret on 2024-07-30 08:00:44+00:00.

So this happened years ago (we're talking early 2000's) in South Africa.

I was in grade 8 and was very good at English and was always my English teachers' favorite.

My 7th grade teacher did however, pull me aside after class once and told me that I was extremely smart, but lazy and he wanted me to work on the laziness, as he knew I would do great if I just put some work into my studies.

I have Sensory Processing Disorder and can easily get distracted and also, yes, I am a lazy person... (Kind of why I am great at my job as a consultant in finding more accurate, faster ways to increase the productivity of my clients, working smarter, not harder)

Anyway, getting back to the story (see, SPD is kicking in already...)

So when I got to highschool, English was the least of my worries. I spent a lot of time on math and other subjects, as I really struggled with math and would skip easy work (things I already knew) to focus on things I didn't understand.

The kind of English we were taught in grade 8 was (to me) supposed to be taught in Grade 2... Like seriously... "I (am/is/are) going (two/to/too) school. Choose the correct words in brackets."

My teacher would make me stand up infront of the class every day for not doing my homework and proceed to tell me how stupid I am for not caring about my future by not doing my homework and blah blah blah... EVERY DAY.

Our June exams were coming up and she went on a rant again about how stupid I am and said there's no need for me to even try studying for the exam, since it will all go over my head anyway.

This is where the MC comes in: I actually started to believe it... so when June exams came, I complied and just didn't study and wrote the exam unprepared. I really just couldn't care any more and then came the winter holidays (We have summer Christmases).

When the winter holidays came to an end and my English class started again, I barely had a chance to take my seat when I heard the all too familliar "OP, stand up".

I immediately asked my classmates whether we had any homework, but they kept quiet.

My teacher held up a piece of paper and asked me angrily "How did you do this?"

"What mam?" I asked.

She held up the paper and asked "How did you get 90% on your exam paper?!"

I shrugged and said "I don't know mam, I am stupid"

She kicked me out of her class and I got a wonderful teacher who actually referred to me as either a walking dictionary or a walking encyclopedia, as I would often answer questions when kids asked what something was that we were reading about and the teacher couldn't answer, or I would proof read and fix all of my classmate's essays before I even wrote mine...

When I matriculated, I got a distinction in English and my little brother found himself in that first teacher's class. When she saw his surname, it sounded familiar to her and she asked whether he had a sibling. My brother said "yes, and she got a distinction in English when she matriculated".

The teacher told him to follow in my footsteps... Hahahaha...

But in the end, my mom was working as an admin at a fisio and that teacher was there. My mom saw the surname and confronted the teacher and she felt so terrible, she asked me for forgiveness.

There was a kid in her class that she also kept picking on and after she heard my story, she started to actually get to know the kid a bit better and found out he was only acting out, because he was being abused at home.

She changed her whole attitude because she saw the consequences of her actions and I was able to completely forgive her.

But I just had to share it here, as I think it was hilarious.

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The original was posted on /r/maliciouscompliance by /u/Warcraft_Fan on 2024-07-29 23:21:15+00:00.

Sweet story from my brother, yesterday a pizza place my brother worked for got a call for pizza with everything.

"Did you mean deluxe pizza?"

"I want everything! You have it, I want it on mine!"

This pizza place was one of the nice one that carries less common topping. So he prepared a pizza with pineapple and almond (normally for Hawaiian pizza), lettuce and tomato, pepperoni, hamburger, sausage, ham, shredded roast beef, shredded turkey, banana pepper, jalapeno pepper, regular pizza cheese mix, cheddar cheese, swiss cheese, and the coup de grace: anchovies.

My brother said it was the most expensive single pizza he's had to make with $2 per extra topping, almost $50 (including tax) pizza that is extra spicy, extra salty, and so thick and messy it'd have to be eaten with a fork and scissor to deal with cheese.

Customer never called back about that pizza.

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The original was posted on /r/maliciouscompliance by /u/x_jamayka_x on 2024-07-28 16:49:08+00:00.

This story was told to me by an ambulance driver, who has given me permission to share it here.

For context, in our country, police officers don’t have to pay for certain medical scans and are generally treated with high respect at hospitals.

Mr. S has been an ambulance driver at our local hospital for over 20 years. Occasionally, he also served as a personal driver for the hospital director. One day, while driving his boss’s car on an urgent matter, Mr. S was stopped by a cop he recognized from the hospital. Despite Mr. S’s attempt to explain the situation and avoid trouble with his boss, the cop issued him a $40 speeding ticket, saying, “Nothing personal, I’m only collecting money for my government.”

Later that day, Mr. S was reprimanded by the hospital director for the speeding ticket. However, the director also assured him that he had his back if Mr. S planned any sort of retaliation.

A couple of days later, Mr. S was walking through the hospital when he spotted the same cop standing in front of the billing director’s office. Curious, he inquired about the cop’s business and learned that the cop was trying to register his mother’s chest scan under his own name to avoid the bill

essentially, he was asking for a favor.

Mr. S saw an opportunity. He asked the billing manager to hand over the cop’s paperwork, offering to register the scan as a favor. Taking the papers, Mr. S registered the scan for the full price of $280. He then returned to the cop and handed him the bill.

The cop was shocked and asked what had happened. Mr. S, with a smile, replied, “Nothing personal, I’m only collecting money for my government.”

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The original was posted on /r/maliciouscompliance by /u/Heavy_Ad9344 on 2024-07-28 14:00:55+00:00.

TLDR at bottom This happened in the early 2000's in my junior year of high school. The district had just built the 3rd high school in our city and most of the teachers were new. The band director was one of those new hires. He was qualified for the job, but had zero people skills and was extremely abrasive towards students. He had previously taught university, and could not wrap his head around the fact that high school students are not college level music majors who live in practice rooms and write symphonies in their sleep.

His normal behavior consisted of berating students for not knowing university level curriculum, talking down to everyone about how he can't understand why they were so incompetent, and stopping rehearsals to go on long tangents about things that had NOTHING to do with music. Every day at least 2-3 students would leave class in tears. We complained to the higher ups and they repeatedly brushed is off. He made students HATE attending his music classes, and many dropped band and orchestra as a result.

One of the classes he taught was supposed to be "intro to music theory". For those who don't know music, this would be a class that should typically teach things like different types of chords, the definition of music symbols, the logic behind key changes etc... At the first class of the year there were about 25 kids enrolled. Most of these were music and drama kids who wanted to be teachers or performers in the arts one day. On the first day he handed us a quiz because he wanted to see how much we knew. I think there were maybe 3-5 kids who were able to attempt a single question on the quiz. No one got a single answer right. That's how advanced it was. Imagine signing up for what you think is a basic pre algebra class and walking into advanced calculus. This teacher spent the entire class period berating us for not being prepared when no one could even attempt his quiz. We told him "this is an intro class, none of us have learned anything like this before" and his response was "Really? I thought this was an advanced class" The next class period there were maybe 15 kids enrolled. He did the same thing: ask us to perform something we can't even understand, and then berated us for not being prepared. At every class he would say "I thought you all were musicians, this is supposed to be an advanced class!" By the end of the second week, there were 6 students left enrolled in this class, including myself. He softened up slightly to those of us who stayed, and seemed to think we were his prize students and that this was his class of elites (think professor Slughorn from Harry Potter). In truth, we all thought he was insane and cruel, but the 6 of us had sufficient music background and experience to understand a fraction of his lessons. Without the bell curve we all would have failed his class. A few months go by and we are at the end of the first semester. By now, every student connected to music in the school hated this guy, and repeated complaints had done nothing to fix the problem. The admins filed away every complaint, but never did anything more than remind him that he's supposed to be more kind to students. He changes nothing, and still berates students and makes them cry.

So when it comes to the final exam for his theory class, he decides that he wants to give it to us early, so that on the day the final is supposed to be scheduled, we can have a class party instead. Of the 6 of us left, 4 of us have the same period after his class together as well. That class was AP English, and we were prepping for the AP test. We had no problem with a class party in music right before the AP prep exam, so we didn't complain. The day comes of our music final exam and after we finish the test he tells us that for our class party, he wants to take us all to breakfast at a new IHOP that opened 20 minutes away (his class was 1st period).

We try to tell him all the issues with this plan. We aren't allowed to leave campus without permission slips (it was a closed campus policy due to an incident where a student who left campus for lunch got hit by a car and was killed), we will not get back in time for 2nd period, which is a final exam, HE doesn't have permission to remove us from the campus, what if there is an emergency and we are unaccounted for because we aren't even at the school?

His solution was to tell us that after the start of class on our final class day, he would be going to IHOP, and if we wanted to join him, that was our choice, but if we didn't we would have to stay in the classroom and not bring attention to the next that there was no class and no teacher.

Without talking about it to each other, the 6 of us saw an opportunity to finally get the admins attention to the complete disregard this teacher had for rules and policies. We made sure to inform our English teacher that we might be late to class on the day of the final, due to a class field trip for music theory. She was irritated and reminded us that this final was very important and that she would not give us extra time if we came in late. We told her that we understood, and gave her details about where we would be and what we would be doing and who we would be with. She said she still expected us to be in her class. On the day of the final, we all went to IHOP. It took forever to get there because of construction, and forever to get our food because the restaurant was newly opened and had a large number of customers. We got back to the school halfway through our 2nd period class. The admins were waiting for us. Security was waiting for us. My English teacher had called the front office to complain that 4 of her best students were missing and that she was fairly certain we weren't even on campus. The admins had checked attendance and seen that we were all marked present that morning, and they had searched the entire school looking for our class. The 4 of us walked into our English final to a livid teacher. We knew she was pissed at us, but couldn't punish us beyond saying we had the same remaining time as the rest of the class (since we had been with a teacher in our absence). None of us did as well in the final as we could have if we had the full 87 minutes, but we were doing well enough in the class already that the lesser marks didn't effect our overall grade too much.

The band teacher had a "private" reprimand that was so loud the entire school could hear it. He was confused as to why the administration was upset that he took minor children off campus without permission or notice, without proper school transportation, or even a good reason. He stayed with his usual attitude, but this time towards the admins: "why are you guys so incompetent about this, they are old enough to drive, what's the problem?" The English teacher (who I actually adore, and was one of the best teachers I've ever had) absolutely went Mama Bear on the administration about how they could continue to employ someone who disrespects the other teachers so much as to deprive his students of their final exams and put them in potentially dangerous circumstances. He told us to drive ourselves to the restaurant, and any accidents or medical issues would have been the school's fault.

He was fired later that day. Many of the students had a gleeful but confused reaction, since the 6 of us weren't talking to anyone about it. All most people knew was that this tyrant of a teacher was gone. We didn't spread the story very much of how it happened because we still feared being reprimanded for our involvement, since he technically have us a choice to go with him or stay, but I always smiled when people gossiped about what the final straw was that got him fired.

TLDR: Jerk teacher told us to leave school with him for class party, we complied and the district fired him

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The original was posted on /r/maliciouscompliance by /u/Mr_Salt_Miner on 2024-07-28 01:09:30+00:00.

I work for one of the big auto part stores (we don't have the catchy jingle.) This week the top brass have been crying "cut hours" like their life was on the line. We barely have enough staff to run as it is, but today was a different scenario entirely. I got told to cut more hours. A little insight, managers cannot go to lunch or leave our store without having another manager to take their place.

Cue the malicious compliance.

I cut the hours of three non management employees, and gave a few hours to someone who has been out of country for family affairs. We had no layover between these hours, but that does not matter. Basically ended up with net 0 hours between cutting and adding. But, they wanted me to go farther. I cut my own hours. We were scheduled for two managers for about 4.5 hours just us. I called in the next (non management) employee 2.5 hours early. I left at 14:30. Managers cannot take a lunch if there is not a relief manager. So, we had me who worked 8 hours (no lunch,) a manager who will work for 9.5 hours (no lunch,) and a non management employee who will work 7.5 hours (no lunch.) We get a "pity" stipend for food if we cannot leave the store for a lunch as well.

Let's break this down.

(x3) Employees got a 1 hour meal penalty at 1 hour of our regular base pay.

(x1) Employee is working more than 9 hours (beyond 8 is time and 1/2.)

The company has to pay for their lunch. (Let's say $30)

(x1) Employee was called in 2 1/2 hours earlier than scheduled.

So, even though we "cut" hours, it cost the company far more than keeping one extra person to be a layover. I'm sure I will hear about it when I get back, but I was just following orders, which I have in writing.

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The original was posted on /r/maliciouscompliance by /u/ShibuRingo on 2024-07-26 15:35:39+00:00.

Many decades ago, when I was a student enrolled in driving school, the instructor told me to “pretend the lot is full and park the car.” It was very early in the morning, so the shopping mall lot where we were practicing parking was empty. I knew that the ‘pretend it’s full’ part was meant to emphasize the importance of driving slowly and cautiously and centering the car between the lines, but my teenage brain couldn’t resist the obvious opportunity for MC.

I slowly drove up and down the lanes and around that lot for at least 5 minutes before the instructor finally got flustered and barked, “What are you waiting for?! Park the car!”

“You told me to pretend the lot is full.”

I give the instructor full props for accepting the MC humor of the moment as I watched him shake his head while his expression morphed from anger through realization and into a smiling instruction to, “Just park the car.”

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The original was posted on /r/maliciouscompliance by /u/Totknax on 2024-07-25 18:27:23+00:00.

Was at a house warming party at my wife's sister this past weekend. My in laws' Boomer/far right leaning friends were there preaching and proselytizing as usual, to everyone's dismay.

My band provided live music. More of an impromptu jam session as opposed to a rehearsed set. Boomer dude (Kip) grabs the mic from my mic stand (any other time/place/setting and my foot is on his chest) and proceeds to pray over everyone right as we were about to start the first song. After his prayer, he points his index finger at me assertively, and then rather loudly instructs me to acknowledge jesus' "presence over us".

Riiiiiiiight. Why would I not comply?

"On drums, give it up for Jesus "Jessie" Ramirez!!!"

emphasizing the Hey-soos pronunciation

Kip lunges forward, to grab the mic again but Jessie counts off the song, Billy Joel's "You may be right", prompting Kip to back off, stunned.

Kip's wife escorts him out while he's screaming and shaking his fist at me repeatedly.

Didn't see Kip and his wife the rest of the evening, didn't ask about them so presumably, they just left.

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The original was posted on /r/maliciouscompliance by /u/topppits on 2024-07-25 12:41:20+00:00.

Years back I had a temp job at the reception of a hospital. The concept of the hospital was that external doctors could book rooms for surgery and for their patients after surgery, if they had something bigger to do that they couldn't do in their own medical practice.

There was also a sleep laboratory, run by an external practice, where patients stayed over night for their examination/measurements. For that usually the technician and the patients started coming in at around 7pm and they all left at 6am. Usually anything besides the measurements during sleeping were done in the medical practice, which was in walking distance in the same street.

Setting: Random day, somewhere way before 7pm, where usually nobody is in the sleep laboratory.

Nice woman (NW) comes in and asks about the way to the sleep laboratory. I'm pretty sure that she's at the wrong location and I explain that to her. I ask her to take a seat nearby and to give me a moment so I can check with the practice where she needs to go. She thanks me and takes a seat. While I'm still typing the number of the practice enter awful woman (AW). AW asks the same questions as NW. I try to explain the situation, same as before, but she agressively interrupts me and slams something along the lines of "..it can't be so hard to answer a simple question, tell me where the sleep laboratory is NOW!" in my face. Cue malicious compliance - I smile and tell her the way - 'first floor, to the right, ..' and so on. AW walks off.

I call the practice and they tell me that, as I expected, nobody is at the hospital that day and that every patients should go to the practice. And that they all should also know that, because it's on their note with the date and time for the appointment.

I inform NW and she gets going to the practice, probably still in time for her appointment.

AW comes back after around 15 minutes and tells me that nobody is there. I just shrug and go back to my work.

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The original was posted on /r/maliciouscompliance by /u/Divayth--Fyr on 2024-07-25 12:26:59+00:00.

Working at Pizza...Shack? years ago, when a gentleman came in to order carryout. We had a special going on one-topping large pizzas.

He was a bit...loud. Not mean, exactly, just very forceful, and didn't like it when anyone talked except himself. He had this way of waiting for a question, then loudly answering it halfway through.

"OK, and wh..."

"MEAT LOVERS!"

"And the si..."

"LARGE!"

And so on. So I got the order, and so did everyone in a three mile radius, of three large Meat Lovers pizzas. I don't think he was deaf, he seemed to hear me just fine, but it seemed like he just could not stand it if anyone else said more than three words.

"And the cr...."

"PAN CRUST! With NO PORK!"

Umm...now that was a bit of an issue. The Meat Lovers came with pepperoni, pork sausage, italian sausage, beef, ham, and bacon. I thought perhaps he meant specifically he wanted to leave off the pork sausage, but it was hard to tell when I was unable to form an entire sentence.

Eventually, after half the windows in the place had shattered, it became clear that he wanted no pork products on his pizzas at all. So that left...beef. Everything else on it is pork, apart from the cheese and sauce. I attempted to explain this.

"NO PORK!" he mentioned once or twice. OK then. I tried to tell him the price difference, but my head started to hurt.

So he paid for three Meat Lovers, which cost a lot more than one-topping pizzas, and they came with beef on them. Basically burger pellets. I left any further explanation up to my manager, who had heard the commotion from his home three states away.

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The original was posted on /r/maliciouscompliance by /u/Ancient_Educator_76 on 2024-07-25 04:08:38+00:00.

This one should be short and sweet. I teach during the school year and supplement my understandably-shitty income with various jobs, grocery cashier at your Arizona hometown grocer.

Every day I encounter at least ten customers who are less than pleasant, but we manage to get through the transaction unscathed. Today was a day like no other.

My job is to make the customers experience a pleasant one as They spend their money , putting food on my table. I don't take that for granted, promise. I appreciate even the ahole customers. But this particular lady devoured every morsel of my patience.

She started with an "oh, you ARE open!", followed by a harshly yelled "don't bag any of my things!!"

I acknowledged this statement, then shed her for her phone number for her savings card. She interrupted me before I could get anything it by saying "I said don't bag them!" When I clearly was just setting them aside.

I started to ask her again when she interrupted the picosecond I spoke by saying "you know what go ahead and bag them paper in plastic " Okay fine. No problem. But man I need to get this lady's number for her savings. What am I gonna do?!?!

I decide to give some grace here. I ask her one more time with as much syrupy sweetness as a 47-year-old man can muster "ma'am can I get your Savings Num-"

Right then she spat out at me "what's my total?" I tried to tell her that without the savings card she'd be paying 85 dollars more than she originally intended. It was super clear she was shopping for the digital sales because that's all she got, bags of chips that somehow need to be bagged paper in plastic on sale for sixty percent off, then Coke 12 packs that were buy two get three free, four iterations of them. But no no no, she wouldn't let me talk. She saw that I was done scanning and repeatedly and indignantly demanded for me to tell her the total. I didn't want to lie to her and say it was the price it should have been with the sale when it wasn't but I didn't want to indicate to her that clearly the price was wrong.

She said "tell me the total NOW!" So enter malicious compliance.

I told her the total was "296.37" with that sweet intonation that the price was so good. I don't know if she was flustered because of how hot and heavy she was about , well, everything , but she went right along handing me three hundreds and I gave her her change.

I handed her the receipt, and as soon as her and her friend walked toward the exit they started to scan the receipt slowly as they trodded out. She shook her fist at the sunset. I guarantee there will be an update to follow.

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The original was posted on /r/maliciouscompliance by /u/chels0394 on 2024-07-25 01:37:38+00:00.

Back in my high school days the school decided that the parking lot speed limit for cars would be 5mph. In theory a good thing. Reduces the chance of collisions greatly and any that happen should be very minor. Now here's the thing. The number of people that followed that is exactly zero. Not the parents, not the teachers, not the students (we are a k-12 school so it was mostly parents).

Now the administration (who has since been going on monthly power trips) didn't like that and decided to start handing out speeding "tickets" (written warnings that you would lose your parking pass and get an email home). So we, the 30~ (of 100) high schoolers who had cars decided to play around with it.

Now normally, car line takes about 20 minutes between when we leave (we get out a few minutes early so our cars are out of the way) and when car line is mostly done aside from a few stragglers, and that's with most cars going at about 10-15mph in the giant parking lot we had (which couldn't be used for parents to park???). Well, thats to short we decided.

So, we complied in the most malicious way possible. Every high schooler with a car did < 5mph through the parking lot. Normally by the time the smaller kids got into their cars, we were gone. But not anymore. We were crawling through the parking lot at idle speed. What normally took 5 minutes to clear 30 cars now took ten. And it had consequences. The entire car line for the other 500 students was not also moving at idle speed. Car line started taking 30 minutes on a good day.

Too say parents were livid is an understatement. Complaints filled the Facebook page, and the sassier parents reminded everyone that we just followed rules set by the beloved admin (beloved everywhere but the high school). With only one way out (and us having to get out before parents because we were literally in the way), our change screwed up the entire car line. Infact, it got so bad that the school was told to fix it by the city or there would be consequences since we started backing up a major road during rush hour.

At the start of the next year the habit fell out since most of that 30 people had left and we went back to going a safe but above the speed limit speed in the parking lot. It's been two years, not a thing has been said.

TLDR; the school wanted us to do a slow speed limit and we were the only ones who got in trouble for it, so we backed up carline for everyone else making it take much longer and got the school in trouble with the city.

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The original was posted on /r/maliciouscompliance by /u/compile_commit on 2024-07-22 18:20:27+00:00.

Note: This is a repost. Earlier post got removed due to rule violations. Added clarifying details at the bottom.

Backstory: I was recruited by an IT MNC during Covid. My manager is extremely chill and an outstanding leader. My grandfather (Manager's manager) is a stickler for rules. For the purpose of this post, I will address my manager as Sam & my grandfather as Murad. I work as infrastructure and configuration manager. Work passes through my gate first, and if I don't pass it, it doesn't go to the next team. I act as a choking point of sorts, and any dip in my productivity becomes several folds down the line. However, apart from Sam, management is blissfully unaware of this dependency.

Story: When I joined, there was no office in my city. My joining was at a city over 1100 miles away. All joining formalities were done online. Since then I have never been to the office, except for a 2 weeks' workshop, for which I was flown in by the company. 3 months ago, a new office has opened up in my city with just 14 people, my official location was transferred here to show the minimum number 15 required to open an office as per bylaws.

We are an IT MNC that provides service to an automotive corporation. My work is completely remote, so I never need to go to the office. I also really enjoy WFH. The company started elective WFO last year & hybrid at the beginning of this year, but everything was mostly dependent on Manager's approval. Sam is onsite in a different country. He has never asked any team member to work from office. Murad on the other hand, expects everyone to return to the office fulltime. Usually we are protected from this by Sam.

Recently Sam has transferred to a different team in the same project, and a different guy is now managing our team. Sam remains as my manager, but I no longer get to collaborate with him on my work, which is a huge bummer. The new guy is new to the company and easily swayed by Murad.

Murad is originally from my city and decides to come back to his city to oversee the new office. The first thing he decides is everyone in this city should work from office. The other 14 are not affected, as they were already working from office. They work with specialized hardware that is only available at the office. The only one affected is me. I try to tell him that this will reduce my productivity. He is not convinced. I discuss my situation with Sam. He sympathizes, but is not in a position to do something about it.

Now, I am a tall guy with several orthopedic challenges. I need my workstation & chair of specific dimensions. At home, I have set it up over the last 3 years, but setting the same thing up at a new office is troublesome. However, I have been ordered to return to the office. Cue MC. On my first day at the office (~16 days ago), I talk to the building manager and present him with my workstation requirements. Each requirement mentions the corresponding OSHA violation if not adhered to. He tells me it will take 45-60 days to create/acquire my workstation up to the standards mentioned.

I spend the next 2 weeks at the office relaxation zone, which has a chair on which I can be seated without hurting my back. However, it is not a work-desk, so while I am at the office, I cannot work. Suddenly everything is running really slow. Teams are sitting idly because work is stalled at my gate. There are biweekly deliveries across multiple milestones. About 6-12 deliveries every month. We miss 7 deliveries during that window.

Murad is pissed, but has no idea why things are stalled. The new manager is also confused. This is escalated to the CEO and he asks Sam to consult for his old project to see what went wrong. It takes Sam 30 mins to realize that my gate is stalled. He asks me on teams to join the call to discuss what's wrong. I am obviously not on my laptop. It takes a lot of back and forth, but eventually Murad himself gets out of his room and searches for me. However, the office relaxation zone is on a different floor. He cannot find me, and decides to have a separate call the next day. He exits the call and catches me on my mobile.

The conversation goes like this:

• Murad: Where are you? I couldn't find you in our floor. Can you please come to my room?
• Me: Sure. I come to his room and tell him what the issue is.
• Murad: Why didn't you tell me this 2 weeks ago?
• Me: I did. I told you making me come to the office will reduce my productivity. And the workstation issue is a building manager issue, it has nothing to do with you, hence I did not inform you. My manager knows about it (I had informed Sam when I joined the company).
• Murad: Please work from home until your workstation is ready.

Next day, which was last Friday, I am WFH. The call with Sam happens before lunch. CEO joins the call as well. Sam asks me why things are stalled at my gate. Before I say anything, Murad jumps in and says that it was a minor issue and that work will be cleared fast. But CEO wants to know what's what. So I present my case. Sam agrees with me when I mention my condition. He also mentions that this was specifically mentioned in his handover to the new manager when he left the team. I am then asked to leave the call and go back to my work.

After lunch, there is another call among Murad, Sam, building manager and me. Building Manager informs us that it will cost the company ~$2500 to set up my workstation. Since it is a non-standard workstation, it needs to be placed in its separate room. Room will be charged at $20000 annually. It will take 30 days to get everything ready if we decide to go ahead. Murad tells me he will let me know what is decided by coming Tuesday.

It's Sunday today, and I decided to write this up after I received a call from Sam in the morning. Apparently, Murad is done working in his city and will go back next week. I can continue working from home. My workstation, chair and separate room will be ready by the end of next month, and I am welcome to work from office whenever I want.

Clarifications: I will add answers to some common queries:

MNC: This stands for Multi National Corporation. Quite a common acronym.

Grandfather: Manager's manager is called a grandfather in my culture. The hierarchy is described like in case of a family. Great-Grandfather becomes Grandfather's manager and so on. We don't actually call them using these titles, but rather refer to them using the titles in conversation or mails or official documentation. For example, an official documentation about mobile bill reimbursements may say: mobile bills up-to $50 is approved, any higher will require grandfather approval.

Room Charge: Since there are only 15 employees, we have office space rented in a building where several small scale companies rent. An additional room is not in the contract and will have to be rented separately.

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The original was posted on /r/maliciouscompliance by /u/GeckokidThePaladin on 2024-07-23 09:03:02+00:00.

My office has quite a casual dress code policy and in general kinda chill about what we wear. However we are not allowed shorts. So in the UK here we get about 5 hot days a year that we get to enjoy/endure. One of my colleagues got an HR email a while ago for wearing shorts in the office (he has great legs, who could blame him) when the weather was sweltering. The women in the office wear short skirts and dresses and showing shoulders all the time without any bat of an eye (and yay for them), but somehow shorts in men are just no-no. Oh well, I’m not commuting in 30+ degrees Celsius in jeans.

I’m very proudly queer but I have never worn a skirt before, but I bought some fabulous skirts and wore them twice to work since. Once just to a regular office day, and then last Friday when we had a summer party.

No one has spoken to me about my wardrobe choice yet, but my legs were so free. Some male colleagues told me they are inspired and we might see more skirts in the office when it gets warm again.

Edit: yes I know kilts are a thing, but they’re heavy and woolly and absolutely wouldn’t be nice in the heat 😄

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The original was posted on /r/maliciouscompliance by /u/compile_commit on 2024-07-23 04:10:23+00:00.

Backstory: Another story about Sam & Murad. My manager (Sam) is extremely chill and an outstanding leader. His manager (Murad) is a stickler for the rules. I work as infrastructure and configuration manager. I also love automation, and automate everyday tasks for myself, my team and sometimes management as well. Most of management loves it. Murad is not a fan though, he wants me to focus on my own work and he loves doing things manually.

Story: This is from November, 2022, My son had been ill for 2 weeks. He is on the mend, but requires constant monitoring to take his meds and fluids every hour (you cannot expect that discipline from a toddler). I have taken a leave for a week to focus on his recovery. In my absence, Sam has been handling most of my work. I check and reply to mails at the end of the day (I am not required to do this, and Sam asks me not to, but I do it anyway, just to get ahead of potential issues the project might face due to my absence).

At the end of the week, a management meetup is scheduled. Now, only management (team managers, scrum masters, system architects) is required for the call, but this type of management meetup is a potential goldmine for automation ideas, so I usually join in. In the previous 3 months, by joining this monthly meeting, and taking automation ideas that came out of them, I had saved the project (and management) ~100 hours of cumulative work weekly.

The meeting starts on Friday morning. It's a regional holiday for a lot of people, so most have joined from home. About 20 people have joined, I have joined as well from my home. My son is seated beside me, and I am teaching him how to play chess. The meeting doesn't really take a lot of focus from me, so my son doesn't mind. He is actually fascinated by most of my work, even though he is too young to understand any of it. Most of my teammates and Sam knows my son, having interacted with him during several calls.

Suddenly, Murad joins the call. He is usually never in this call, as he rarely gets along with the agenda or the way the call usually goes (the demeanor is usually pretty casual - people calling each other by names instead of official salutations, people talking in native languages sometimes). Murad, being everyone's boss, and having a giant poll up his rear, commands a serious tone from every meeting he is in. However, on this very occasion, it seems he wants to join in on the casual camaraderie. He wants everyone to turn on their cameras.

Everyone takes a minute, and the screen starts to light up with everyone's video. It seems most have hastily put on a formal shirt. Sam chimes in asking me to keep my camera off, because it's not required. Murad cuts in. the conversation goes like this:

• Sam: OP, you can keep your camera off, it's not required
• Murad: OP is here? Must be to take minutes. He can turn his camera on as well.
• Me: Actually I am on leave today. I joined in case my input is needed for any automation
• Murad: That's fine, but please turn on your camera, it would be good for everyone to see everyone else.

I turn my camera on. Both my son and I and the chess board between us is visible. I am using a wide angle camera. My tee reads - "I work for money. For loyalty, hire a dog." Murad's face was at its widest and it came to rest after 6 seconds with a reduction rate of 1 mm/s. The rest of the conversation goes like this:

• Murad: OP, that tee is not office appropriate.
• Me: It is quite appropriate for home though, where I currently am.
• Murad: You also seem to be playing chess. I would suggest you take your work seriously. Please focus on the matter at hand.
• Me: You are right. I should focus. (Disconnect)

In a call later, Sam said that while he explained to Murad that I was on leave, at that moment, in front of 20 other people, the sound of my disconnection felt surreal.

It's 2024, my automations have saved the project ~430 hours and the company ~250 hours weekly. Murad never joins that call anymore.

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The original was posted on /r/maliciouscompliance by /u/undercover_union145 on 2024-07-23 02:32:58+00:00.

I used to work as a supervisor in my last job and was directly working with a union. Some of my managers really didn’t want to deal with things when it came to workplace injuries so I had to deal with most of them. If you have worked with a union before this is a very long and time consuming process, while important, very tedious.

So that brings us to that one evening, I was on my 2nd double in a row of 3 and very much ready to go home. As I wrapped up my area my evening manager texted me to assist another supervisor with an Injury. The supervisor was newer and needed to be taught, I informed them I was already there on a double and needed to come back on the morning and was there anyone else or could they help them? This manager who was notorious for passing their work on others, he texted me no and I “had to stay until it was done”. Ok I have written documentation of a directive? Who am I to say no.

Alright well then since I’m teaching I’m going by the book. I opened up the union and company policy on workplace incidents and followed it set by step. By the time we got to the drug test portion the local clinic we use was closed and we needed to call it in. This is important because if you don’t use the local clinic the out of area one takes 4+ hours to come out.

While that was processing I did a lengthy investigation with the union. I spent the entire night going by the book, taking pictures, and documenting everything I could. By the time I finished and the drug test finished it was 7am and my shift started in 30 minutes.

This is the time the morning manager came in, they are one of my favorites and why I pick up mornings all the time. When she saw me said “oh you’re in early!”, I said “I never left”. Her face dropped because they have a rule that while management (including supervisor) can work more than 16 hours if they work more than 20hrs they need a 24hr reset. (I wasn’t in the union but still “hourly salaried” and got OT over 8 hours in a day).

So not only was I going to not be able to make my morning shift I couldn’t make my evening shift either. I was still gonna be paid for both while being sent home. She asked me who told me to do this and I showed her the message from the evening manager telling me to “stay until it is finished”

I went home and enjoyed my extra day off into weekend. When I came back I had an interview about the incident with the senior manager. After showing my messages, which the manager tried to delete but only did on his side, I was dismissed without any issues. The manager was written up by the senior manager, and they had to pay me my two regular shifts plus 24hours of overtime.

Needless to say I stopped picking up after that no matter how much they begged.

Edit: Massage to Message 😂, and this is a throwaway

Edit 2: I may be good with union rules but apparently bad at spelling and grammar thank you all for the help.

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The original was posted on /r/maliciouscompliance by /u/Immediate-County-558 on 2024-07-22 20:10:19+00:00.

I worked for a company that located individuals that didn't want to be found. As a lead investigator, I found d they systems and databases used in performing this work to be a complete mess. Nothing tied together, and made a 10 minute process take an hour with the back and forth.

I created a program that would pull all the information from different databases into one single platform, effectively eliminating 50%+ of the time required. Everybody loved it, including the VP (my direct supervisor) and the CEO (his supervisor) after using my program for about a year, not only were they dependent on it, but specifically sourced other databases (at a super high cost) that were able to have their information pulled into the platform I created.

When the time came for a promised raise, they said they couldn't do it. Maybe next year...

I explained how much I had streamlined the company, saved them time and money, but they insisted a raise couldn't be met. So, I walked into my office, removed my program from the server, and quit on the spot.

To say things went to s@it quickly is an understatement. They called me begging to reinstall my program, then resorted to threatening lawsuits, etc. Eventually they did take me to court, and of course, I could prove I wrote the program, and they had no legal right to use it in my absence, so I won.

On top of having to pay my attorney fees, they signed a contract with my to allow them to use my program via yearly contract for the EXACT amount my salary would have been had they given me a raise, all without me having to step back in that building ever again.

So, if by any chance you are reading this Bradley, its 84 degrees on the beach right now, but I have a margarita to keep me cooled off...