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The original was posted on /r/maliciouscompliance by /u/68Cadillac on 2024-09-06 17:10:03+00:00.

Got my first career job in a local government, keeping tabs on it's real estate and the legal documents relating to said real estate. I'm wet behind the ears, my first 40 hour per week career job. This was a time when “multitasking” was a huge buzz word in business and it seemed every single job I applied for required someone with good “multi-tasking skills”. I thought it was bullshit. I worked best when only working on one task at a time and managing my work-load via a daily time allotment schedule. That is, I'd schedule my work in 15 minute lumps when I got in in the morning and work on those tasks. That way, I never missed a deadline, or had a project fall between the cracks. For example, some tasks got slotted 2 hours. Some whole days. Some just 15 minutes.

I loved to keep my desk clean. All tasks that appeared in my physical inbox were sorted and prioritized. The paper work was then filed, and the task scheduled, for later that day, or later in the week depending on how urgent it was. Consequently, my desk was always empty, save one folder, and a few maps related to the folder. Once one task was done, that folder and it's maps were filed, a new folder and it's maps were retrieved.

One afternoon my direct boss walks in, looks at my desk with it's one folder and two maps, looks at my clean topped filing cabinets, looks at my empty in-box (physical one you actually put paper/folders in). Grunts. Walks out.

20 minutes later, my boss strides back into my office, drops 18 inches of folders and papers onto my inbox. States proudly and firmly, “, it doesn't look like you have enough to do. THIS should keep you busy.” He smiled and strutted back to his cluttered office.

It was busy work. 3 weeks of mind numbing, paper work. Nothing outside of my work description. Just more like duplicate files, old contracts, unorganized paperwork, and/or outdated maps.

In dealing with the Dump's aftermath, I learned my lesson. While doing my actual job was important, it was equally important that hard work appear to be happening, so I could do my actual job. I started saving old files, old maps, and old legal documents. I rebound up papers, that normally would have been recycled, into legitimate looking folders. I transformed my office into a duplicate of my boss' chaotic, file & paper, hellscape. My inbox always had papers and folders in it. Height and number would vary, daily. Never empty. I had folders piled on top of the file cabinets, folders in stacks on the floor. 24 of those white office boxes packed with with 'files' towering around my work area. I even had a map rack with old maps rolled up in it. My office looked utterly cluttered. I even took to walking everywhere with a steno pad, a file folder, and sometimes a map under my arm. Didn't matter where. Getting coffee? Pad and file. Pooping? Pad and file. Pointless meeting? Pad. Two files. Actual necessary and productive meeting. Pad, relevant file, relevant map.

Every morning, right after scheduling my real work, I would shuffle the fake folders and paper around my desk and work area. Move the boxes about every two weeks. But in all that visual chaos I kept one area of my desk clean, where the real work happened.

One day, my boss peeked into my office, the door bumping into a stack of 3 full, white boxes placed behind it preventing it from fully opening. A single file fell off the top spilling its guts all over the floor. He looked around, paused at the mess he just made, then, “Uh, sorry 'bout that. What you working on?” I rattled off 3 of the highest priority property's on the current weeks schedule and the tasks for each. “Alright, um, I'll give this to someone else” and walked on down the hall. I'd already completed those tasks.

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The original was posted on /r/maliciouscompliance by /u/ZZZ-Top on 2024-09-06 16:37:27+00:00.

140$ seems steep but keep in mind this was a 22 year old Chevy SUV. No only did it need a oil change but its already suffering from bad piston slap which we documented. It got dropped off for overnight oil change and first thing in the morning the customer showed up for his truck. When he heard the price he got upset and said he wasn't paying that and to put the old oil back he doesn't care how after explaining it wasn't possible.

He gave off huge Cunty vibes, and judging from the condition of his truck he's always been a prick. When he left I had a talk with the other tech and he was confused about how we're putting the old oil back when it was so bad it looked like burnt oil. I told him we're gonna pump the top of waste oil enough to fill his truck. All the waste oil is mixed synthetic, axle, and standard oil is mixed was waste and generally not a good idea to reuse it but he insisted when he said he didn't care how.

We put his old filter back and put desert heat aged old oil back in it and as added measure one of the techs he pissed off put axle grease on the top of his catalytics(doesn't damage anything or smoke, it's smells fucking horrible when it's heated). We put his truck down and put it outside and gave the keys to the owner of the shop. When he came to get his truck the owner was outside waiting and told him not to come back again. The boss is still worried we might be on the hook for his engine if it blows and we showed him all the paperwork and the documented piston slapping. We figure his truck might last another year at best if he changed the oil by now .

Edit for those wondering about the break down in cost

12 Quarts of T6 70ish(you keep the extra)

Oil Stabilizer 10$

filter 12$

Oil plug 12$(only part he left with for free)

plus labor and disposal fees

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The original was posted on /r/maliciouscompliance by /u/floatingawaste on 2024-09-05 17:59:43+00:00.

I twisted and sprained my ankle Monday morning packing up our camp from Labor Day weekend. Having done this a few times in the past I didn’t want to bother to have it checked out (who wants to pay $1,000 for urgent care to tell you to rest and ice it!? Yay America) so I went to work Tuesday. I got morning stuff done and explained the situation to my boss, told him I’d need to take the day because it was swollen and painful and I needed to rest and be off of it in order for it to heal. He gets in a tizzy because god forbid anyone needs to miss work for anything at all ever, and snaps at me for not planning to go to the doctor.

Wednesday I go in to work, still limping and still wearing improper foot wear (I can only fit the injured foot into a croc without unbearable pain). The first thing the boss says is “don’t you think you should get that checked out? I don’t understand why you don’t want to just pay for it”. I explain again that I’ve had this injury in the past, it’s definitely not broken and honestly not even as swollen as it has been when I’ve done it before. I want to be at work to keep up on things and make everyone’s job less difficult I would just need to take it easy for a couple days which isn’t a problem considering I can do 90% of the job from my desk and the 10% slack is beyond easy for everyone to pick up (especially when not being there makes them pick up 100% of it). This gets met with more attitude so I ask if I’ll be getting paid sick time for the day I missed yesterday. He says no, not without a doctors note (you can visibly see the injury clear as day and I’m trying here so wtf!?).

I’m fed up by this point so a little later on I say okay and leave to go to the doctors for the note he wants so badly knowing full well what they’ll say to treat it and that I’ll need to be off of it for 3-5 days. After and X-ray and getting the “yup it’s sprained, keep doing what you’ve been doing” I let them know my boss asked for a note for missing a day of work to rest it. Doc asks if I want to be at work to do what I can and stay off of it as best as possible, I said that’s what I’ve been trying to do so I’m fine with that I do have sick time if it would be more beneficial to be off of it for a couple days. She comes back with a note that I may return to work on 9/9 which would be Monday.

I took a picture and shot it over to boss man, just the photo. He replys “what wrong with ankle” which I met with no response considering none is needed, he got his note. I just wanted a day of sick time, 8 hours. Now he’s paying me 4 days, 32 hours. He can’t refuse a second of it.

TL;DR sprained my ankle, tried to work and do what I can. Boss gets snarky because he can’t understand a person that makes $600 a week not wanting to pay $1000 to be told something they already know. He insists on a doctors note to pay one day of sick pay, doctor writes note to take me out of work for the week.

ETA: I have an HSA and I’m on a high deductible health plan by choice, I’m not losing any “real” money in this situation and it was well worth the price either way.

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The original was posted on /r/maliciouscompliance by /u/ShelLuser42 on 2024-09-05 05:25:52+00:00.

Hi gang!

(edit: now with tl;dr at the end)

Backstory

I live in a town in the Netherlands with a university and a few years ago my gf's cousin got accepted as an overseas student. My gf is Japanese, her family (father, mother, her sister and herself) moved to the Netherlands while she was younger. Her cousin still lived in Japan when she applied, got accepted and is now living in a student room in the Netherlands. We don't really have dorms here like in the US, but the building she lives in is maintained by the university itself.

Said cousin is doing quite well for herself, got good grades and is well on her way to get her diploma. Partly because of this the overseas family decided to have their vacation in the Netherlands this year, both for leisure and a bit of a family gathering.

This story takes place during the family gathering. My gf's parents and the cousins parents plus yet another family had a meeting in a restaurant in my hometown. They had 2 little kids in tow (sisters), these looked like 8 or 9 or so to me but my gf later told me that they are actually 11 and 12 but did look younger than they were, probably also because of their school uniform (at least that's what it looked like to me, I really don't know).

Anyway, the idea was to catch up with the family and my gf was asked if she would be willing to keep the two young kids busy for a few hours since she was the oldest of the lot... my gf and me are in our 40's, her studying cousin is around 25 and as said.. the two kids are around 10 (11 and 12). My gf didn't mind but did ask me if I wanted to come along as well. Her cousin didn't mind (the three of us had met a few times before already) and well, it was all about keeping the young kids busy anyway.

Oh, for the record... the two young kids basically only speak Japanese, they do understand bits of English and can even speak some but it's mostly Japanese. My gf's cousin speaks both Japanese and English and has even learned quite a bit of the Dutch language as well (seriously... for the few years she's been here it's IMO quite impressive). My gf speaks Japanese, English and Dutch and as for me... Dutch (obviously) and English, but over the years I also managed to pick up a decent bit of Japanese as well and I can often (not always!) understand the general jist of things, as long as it's not too quickly spoken or too complicated.

So basically it was all English and Japanese between us.

A bully shows up

We took the kids for a walk through my home town and they were quite interested, but when we went past a playground... that also quickly got their attention. So the three of us decided to go sit on a bench and let the kids have some fun. There were several activities like an air balloon castle, swings, a sandbox for younger kids to play in... just plenty of things to do. The two wanted to go into the castle which was fine with my gf as long as they made sure to only use the entrance/exit which was located on our side so that they wouldn't get lost and we could keep track of them.

The three of us talked quite a bit but also kept eyes on the castle. So... around 15 or so minutes later I spot the two again by accident near the exit with a little kid in between them. I have no idea but I'd say she was around 8 or so? I can't really tell exactly what's going on but I did see the kid point to the area of the sandbox and that's where the three of them headed next.

Before I can say anything to my gf a young lady walks up to us and asks (in Dutch) if we have seen a little girl passing by. This seems way too coincidental to me so I ask: "Is she wearing a pink dress by any chance?", the woman's face lights up as I tell her that she seems to be with my gf's younger cousins and I point to the sandbox.

But when we look over we now also see an older boy near the girls (I'm not good with guessing ages, let's just say that he was bigger than them?) and he's clearly harassing them. The small girl is visibly crying but also comforted by one of the two younger cousins while the other is keeping the boy away from her.

We all walk over to the sandbox just when the boy manages to shove one of the cousins out of his way and he's clearly trying to bully the young girl (in the pink dress), but now stopped by the other cousin. Which is when we arrive. The woman who is with us berates the boy and tells him to stop picking on young children. But the little brat clearly isn't very impressed.

The incident

Next moment his mother (so I assume) storms over yelling, and she has every appearance of a Karen. Or... a "Tokkie" as we tend to call them over here. A little argument ensues, mainly between the mother of the girl in the pink dress and our Karen/Tokkie. It goes back and forth but it's apparent that according to his mother the brat did nothing wrong by picking on a girl half his own size and this "fine" example of a mother even has the audacity to blame the other mother for "raising such a weak little 'c-word'". Basically... "Dat krijg je ervan als je domme huppel 'katjes' opvoedt".

And then the Karen says: "Kids will be kids, just let them sort out their own problems already!", but she does take the boy with her as she walks away. The mother gets ready to grab her kid and leave, but in the mean time the girl has completely calmed down and is actually having a great time with the two cousins.

Unknown to anyone else yet at this time my gf decides to comply with the earlier suggestion. First she asks the mother to reconsider leaving because the kids are having so much fun together. My gf also comments how amazing kids are because... they clearly don't speak the same language yet they seem to understand each other just fine and are having a good time.

The mother agrees and my gf now addresses both her cousins in Japanese. And it sounded very serious to me, something about the tone, the way she talked and also looked at both girls ... even a bit sternly. They both nodded, and clearly said "haaai", aka "Yes ma'am!". I think I even saw a small head bow, but I'm not too sure.

Our little group goes to sit on a bench nearby and for the next 5 minutes nothing happens. We're just having some smalltalk.

Then the bully returns.

The mother of the small girl wanted to stand up but gets stopped by my gf who tells her that she has nothing to worry about because her kid is completely safe: "Just watch, trust me on this". The mother is visibly uneasy but does remain seated.

Which is when I noticed that the behavior and stance of the two cousins has completely changed. They seem much more confident and relaxed. The boy starts making a fuss while one of the cousins stands up, points to him and yells something at him (in Japanese, obviously). He, once again, tries to shove her out of his way but this time.... she's faster. She steps aside, does something with her leg and gives him a huge shove. Next moment he's eating sand. No, literally.. he gets up visibly angry while his face is covered in sand.

This time he becomes violent and actually tries to hit one of the cousins with his fists. Yah, tries... She evades one attempt, then grabs his hand, spins it around and the next moment the boy finds his arm twisted behind his back and he starts screaming.

The other cousin now also stands up, pats the young girl on her head, makes another move and once again the boy gets shoved to the ground, this time by both cousins. Hard.. When he looks up the other cousin actually makes a moving gesture as if she wants to kick him but without actually moving her legs or anything. She's obviously just threatening him.

My gf pokes me with a huge grin on her face and tells me: "Surely that deserves a point for self restraint, don't you agree?". She's visibly loving every moment of this.

Apparently the boy isn't totally stupid and he runs off, while one cousin immediately turns to the young girl again who is clearly still having a good time. Not at the least upset with the bully.

"Wat was dat in godsnaam?!!", the mother asks... Oh, sorry: "What the hell was that?!", she asks. My gf tells the mother that her cousins are taking the same self defense classes as she and her sister once did, and that she had decided to "pull ranks" by telling her cousins that it was ok for them to actually defend themselves ...as long as they didn't overdo it, of course.

The mother wanted to know more about these classes but unfortunately for her my gf had to tell her that the actual school was located all the way out in a suburb of Tokyo so... not something her daughter would be able to attend.

Mommy returns with a "BOA" (guard)

We're chatting some more for the next 10 minutes after which the bullies mother storms over to us with a "BOA" in tow. BOA is Dutch for "Bewust ongeschikte ambtenaar", errr... sorry: "Buitengewoon Opsporings Ambtenaar" which basically means so much as a being a deputy but without the proper training nor having any weapons. Generally speaking most of them usually handle ticketing people.

He tells us that he has gotten a complaint from the woman about "people beating up her kid" to which the mother of the young girl immediately snaps: "Whatever happened with letting the kids sort out their own problems?".

Now, the funny thing is... apparently the whole spectacle didn't really go unnoticed and before we could say or do anything someone else...

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The original was posted on /r/maliciouscompliance by /u/TomrummetsKald on 2024-09-04 03:16:01+00:00.

This is way back in 2012.. But it still feels so damn good to think about.

We had just moved in to our new house, in a small and nice, but not posh, neighborhood. Our neighbor “Betty” was aggravated from the very beginning.

She had a perfect view of the neighborhood playground, (as did we) but she really hated the fact that kids would enjoy themselves on said playground.

In the first 2 months of us being there, she called the cops on the kids playing 3 times. Needless to say the officers were not very content with her either. But every time she would say something about drugs, violence etc. IE force the police to take action.

I finally confronted her and told her that the kids had every right to play there, and that she should get her sh*t together or move out to the country.

She then went on a toddlers tirade, and said that she would hire a “private investigator” to keep an eye on things as she had “other, more important things to do, anyway”.

Keep in mind that Betty was a senior citizen - so of course my conscience would not allow me to have her pay for such an inconvenience.

Luckily for her, my brother in law was just out of a job and needed something to pay the bills. And as I had set out to make my neighbor as happy as possible, I thought I could get two birds with one stone.

So I rang him up, and within two days we had set up the new company “Tommy’s PI office ”. My BIL is a bit scruffy looking, wearing mostly overalls and crocs, but I figured he would be perfect for the job as no-one would suspect him being a PI. I then went along and got him a company car, (as he might have to pursue the 10yo’s playing on the swings and dealing heroin in their spare time)

Luckily we found this magnificent beast, which would be perfect for a good long stakeout:

Fortunately for me I got a family discount, so I didn’t have to put down a lot in wages, and the hearse was just over a 1000 bucks.

So we placed Tommy and his new company-hearse in front of Betty’s house (public road). So she would no longer have to worry about keeping an eye on the small criminals across the street.

Within 2 weeks, she finally got enough of people “checking in on her”, and politely asked Tommy if he would give up his stakeout. We didn’t get more complaints after that.

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The original was posted on /r/maliciouscompliance by /u/RigbyLu on 2024-09-03 06:09:00+00:00.

My son has some special needs and is a reluctant reader and writer. He has never before taken initiative to read or write on his own. (He is so enthusiastic about lots of other parts of learning. He is in OT and speech and has an IEP). He is however, very gifted at finding the loophole in everything. It’s entertaining and exasperating, and sometimes I’m just in awe.

I made him lunch today, some chicken, rice, fresh fruit and some snap peas, all things he normally likes. I thought it was a nice lunch. While he was eating, I had to make a call to schedule an appointment. He said “I don’t like this. This tastes bad. I want something else. I don’t want this for lunch.” Since I was on the phone I said “eat what you can, please, I’m on the phone and I don’t want to hear you complain about your lunch again.”

He was very quiet for the next few minutes as I finished up my call. Then he handed me a piece of paper. My kid, who has never wanted to read or write, who I often have to sit with and do it with him the entire time, wrote for the first time on his own!

It was a passive aggressive note! He wrote for the first time to make a complaint! The note said “TH FOD IS BAD”. I’m really proud and a little offended, but mostly proud! And, technically, I had not heard him complain about his lunch again so…

I am not able to attach a photo of the note here, but I hung it on the fridge and told him I was very proud of him for writing it all by himself.

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The original was posted on /r/maliciouscompliance by /u/Wishpicker on 2024-08-31 01:53:22+00:00.

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GLENBURN - Florence "Flo" Harrelson, 65, formerly of Chelsea, died on Feb. 22, 2024, without family by her side due to burnt bridges and a wake of destruction left in her path.

Florence did not want an obituary or anyone including family to know she died. That's because even in death, she wanted those she terrorized to still be living in fear looking over their shoulders. So, this isn't so much an obituary but more of a public service announcement.

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The original was posted on /r/maliciouscompliance by /u/stevensixkiller on 2024-08-28 16:46:10+00:00.

Not my story, but I was present, ages ago, at the wedding in question.

This young woman becomes pregnant with the partner with whom she lived. The Catholic mother takes a dim view of this and is probably a little afraid of “what will people say?”. The mother therefore urges her daughter to get married and ends up threatening to disinherit her. So she organized her wedding.

The civil marriage took place relatively normally. But once at the Catholic church, she invited her zealous pastor uncle, with whom her mother no longer wanted to talk about faith, to give a mini-preach in addition to that of the priest and chose evangelical songs that obviously no one knew. At the exit of the church, I don't know how she managed to put this together but she told me a few years later that she chose the priest specifically because of it, two police officers were waiting for the priest because he was under investigation for acts of pedophilia. After the photos, she arrived at the meal with the bottom of her wedding dress completely soiled. I even wonder if she served contaminated seafood because people at the parents' table ended up sick.

She was not disinherited.

Edit: she's still happily married

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The original was posted on /r/maliciouscompliance by /u/Mutilid on 2024-08-28 08:52:42+00:00.

This happened in school when I was around 15. It was in a french speaking region and my english class had a very strict but somewhat sassy teacher, Miss Jones. The one golden rule was: no french. You had to speak in english no matter what (except emergencies of course). Miss Jones wasn't messing around but she had a sense of humor. For exemple, one day, during recess, someone wrote on the board "Miss Jones is a beach". When she saw it, she started screaming "What is wrong with you? I'm not a beach! I'm a bi*ch!" Then she spelled correctly the word and wrote it on the board. She added "besides, it's not a bad thing, it's stands for a Babe In Total Control of Herself."

One day, in class, Miss Jones mentionned war, and a student didn't know what that word meant. So Miss Jones starts explaining it in english, the student doesn't get it. Other students pitch in, still in english, to no results. This goes on for some time. I get fed up and say: "this is a waste of time, can we just translate the word in french and move on?" Miss Jones answers "Well if you're so smart, why don't you explain what it means? And NO FRENCH!". All right, I start making pow pow noises, explosions, imitating war planes, the whole deal. It takes 3 seconds to the student to yell I GET IT.

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The original was posted on /r/maliciouscompliance by /u/CryptonautExpress on 2024-08-28 05:37:56+00:00.

I was a troublesome teenager who committed a miniscule crime and ended up with court assigned community service (completely guilty). Community service was a way to take your punishment without a 'permanent record'.

The task was to collect trash in the town on foot and return to the sight at XYZ time with "a full bag and no empties remaining."

Instructions unclear. Proceeded to pick up trash to and from my friends house (with a healthy 6 hour respite) and left the spare bags for his family to use.

Completely missed the point of community service, however I felt like quite the clever degen at the time.

Fast forward two decades later and I'm a constant garbage-picker-upper while walking the dog.

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The original was posted on /r/maliciouscompliance by /u/Dinkoisam on 2024-08-27 13:19:25+00:00.

For Context: I am working in a IC engine components Manufacturing MNC tier-1 Company as a Shift incharge for machineshop. And our uniform is white shirt and dark blue pants.. In a machine shop environment shirt will get dirty easily and company will provide only two shirts per year.. we have raised concerns many times and as a corporate culture nothing has changed..

One day I am trouble shooting on machine one of the hydraulic lines got a leakage and oil squirted all over.. my shirt became soaked in oil.. I have only two shirts and next day I asked admin team for an extra pair, They have not seen the condition of my shirt told me "some Oil stain is not an issue still you can wear it blah blah.." and we can't provide additional shirt as we don't have budget..

MC

Following week Our CEO and Managers from Headoffice coming to visit, and admin team anounced everyone to be decipline.., So me and coworkers discussed and made a plan.. On the day of CEO visit we came in with dirtiest uniforms.. All have heavy oil and grease stains, some of them are not at all white due to stain.. One of the Admin manager seen us and asked and made a fuss.. I replied with Your team only told us oil stains in the uniform is not at all a concern. He immediately called that person and we all got shirts within 5 minutes...

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The original was posted on /r/maliciouscompliance by /u/Medium_Current325 on 2024-08-27 12:58:00+00:00.

I worked at a prominent local radio station in the early 2000s. I had to program the broadcast and censor music. It was a chump change job and I only worked a few hours a week (I could be on-call though).

My manager turned out to be a sleaze. He'd slap the private parts of our lady staff members. I didn't like his behavior so I decided to give his perverted mind some joy.

I was going to move to NYC after graduating college. We played a lot of songs with cussing. I was told to censor all music on my very first day.

On my final day, I censored all the cussing parts, not with a beep or a silence, but with moaning and other questionable noises instead.

I got a few angry texts from him saying that he had to close the radio station for a day to fix things up, and that it was "fine to leave a job", but "I don't see what compelled you to do this as your final act."

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The original was posted on /r/maliciouscompliance by /u/TimeladyA613 on 2024-08-27 08:47:13+00:00.

This is a story of ongoing malicious compliance. We have 1 bathroom at home and the bathroom has a bathtub and one of those shower handles. So my dad is a splasher when it comes to taking baths. If you go in the bathroom after him, it looks like a flood just went by. We are not in a position to question him as he either yells and throws things or takes it out on my mum by giving her the silent treatment (sorry, mum. You married a prince huh). So he confiscated a mop to wipe the floor after bathing.

But here's the thing, actually, here'stwo things:

1. He doesn't want ANYONE to touch, much less use that mop. No, he doesn't wash or dry the mop. It lives in the bathroom
2. He takes at least three baths a day.

We end up buying a new mop. Once HIS mop has finally disintegrated, he will confiscate the new mop and we will buy a new mop for the house. On an on.

My sister took HIS mop and washed it with bleach and took it out to dry in the sun. Dad did not speak to any on us and went to bed without supper. 😒 👶

Cue malicious compliance.

No one ever touched HIS mop ever again and my siblings and I started hiding the new mop. At our neighbour's to keep it safe. He still doesn't know about it.

But we all know what happens when a wet mop stays wet in a closed, moist environment. The mop has sat in the bathroom collecting gods know what and he just used it to paint over the splashed water after he showers.

Yesterday, he had visitors from church so he demanded we clean the house. We cleaned everywhere but the bathroom coz we're not allowed to touch THE mop. Ten minutes before the guests showed up, he freaked out abd asked why the bathroom still looked so disgusting.

"But father, you said no one is to touch your mop." My youngest sister replied with the fakest of innocent looks.

Funny thing is, dad didn't even think to just take the smelly mop outside.

He had to live through his guests using the bathroom with a moldy, smelly mop.

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The original was posted on /r/maliciouscompliance by /u/Zenon_Czosnek on 2024-08-27 07:38:07+00:00.

About 20 years ago I studied to become a physics teacher. As a part of our curriculum we had a thing called "didactics lab". It was a lab where they had some basic devices such as electrostatic machines, pneumatic bench, simple toys and tools. The drill was that one week we were preparing some experiments and planning a lesson, and the next week actual school children would come and we would present our experiments to them and teach them physics.

The lab was run by an older professor who was pretty laid back and a young PhD candidate who was doing everything to show us how important she is.

As a part of our preparation week we had to prepare "lesson plan", in which we would indicate our aims, our methods and predicted outcome. This is what teachers do in regular work, and as my mom was a teacher I was familiar with the format, so I was simply writing everything as required, including a brief description of the lesson like "teacher present the experioment and explains the science behind, then answers questions from the students" etc.

The PhD candidate thought this is not enough and demanded that I write much more detailed plan including the exact questions the student will ask. I told her it's impossible, because I can't predict what questions will be asked. She told me to extrapolate on the basis of the questions asked by students during previous classes.

So i did. My next lesson plan looked as follow.

• Teacher switches the electrostatic machine on
• Girls are screaming
• Boys are laughing at them
• One of the boy throws a paper ball at the girls, his pals laugh
• The girls are outraged and demand for a teacher to do something.
• One of the girls asks "do you really want to be a teacher? My mom says their pay is shit"
• another boy examines the equipment sitting on the shelf and says "my neighbour has a basement full of such electric shit, what do you think he might need it all for?"
• the teacher tries to conduct the experiment, he is interrupted by a girl announcing "My auntie is a physics teacher as well, but she lives in another town!"
• one of the boys asks if he can go to the toilet

And so on, and so forth. It was like 10 pages long, instead of usual page or two.

The PhD candidate was outraged and told me those are stupid questions that no student woud ever ask and I should write only the smart questions. I told her she told me to extrapolate on the basis of previous interactions with the students and the questions and students behaviour already happened to me at least once.

She sent me to the laid back proffessor, who read my whole plan chuckling all the way and told her that I obviously understand kids already so I don'gt have to write my lessons plans any more, apart from one page of brief description of the experiment I planned,

The PhD candidate was avoiding me for the rest of the class, but I got a good note in the end.

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The original was posted on /r/maliciouscompliance by /u/zEdgarHoover on 2024-08-27 04:06:21+00:00.

This is minor MC, but:

Our corporate expense reporting system used to require, for cab rides, an origin; a destination; and a receipt. That's all reasonable, of course.

But then it also wanted "Description". First time I saw this I stared at it a while, then shrugged and put "Yellow car, light on roof".

No question resulted.

After that I got more creative, putting things like "Hamstermobile". Still nothing.

Finally I got bored and just started putting "x".

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The original was posted on /r/maliciouscompliance by /u/Artfuldodger1431 on 2024-08-26 23:26:45+00:00.

not mine story, but my best friend who Got MC'd by a Chef. Betcha heard this story about a million times Reddit!

Back in 2005 me and my best friend and I worked for this kids' camp. it was a week long stay kids camp. We'd get campers on Mondays and have fun till Sunday. I at the time was a counselor, and so was my best friend. had a few funny stories from working these summers. and of course, the Darnest things kids will say when parents aren't around. I could fill a book with the stories, pranks, and fun days we had. (Me and my buddy had become fanatic experts in Ultimate frizbee by our 5th year) anyways

so every other lunch would be an outdoor sack lunch. The lunches were made by a pretty cool guy, a chef who'd volunteered his hours. He's stand proudly by his food when it gets served. He had his wife as a sou. (a guy we'll call Barry). So my best friend is a wise-A** and a class clown type. And if he can get a jab in, he will.

During our first sack lunch day of the summer, he'd grab his lunch and then walk over to the chef to thank him. But right before thanking the guy (for making his lunch), he'd walk up to the guy, then proceed to mime rolling down a window. And then, in a fake English accent, He'd ask, "Do you have any Grey Poupon?" ( With his hand extended like the commercial.)

5 sack lunches of this same act later, the chef becomes gradually ticked. the "it was fine the first time, but now you're just a horse's A~"

Cue the Malicious compliance

The chef prepared a special bag to which he wrote "Mr Grey Poupon" on the label.

My best friend is in line with his kids grabbing lunch bags and sees the special labeled bag. he grabs it with surprise. inside was the normal sandwich, chips, cookie, milk, snack crackers, and....... 30 packets of Grey poupon. For the full summer, my friend got a similar bagged lunch with just as many "Grey Poupon" packets. my friend started asking the chef to hold back as he didn't need that many each time, but the chef kept putting two dozen or more inside his bag.

Now cue some more malicious compliance

on the last week of kids, my friend goes to get his lunch bag. The "Mr Grey Poupon" labeled bag was filled to the brim in mainly "Grey Poupon" Mustard packets. The bag must have weighed a pound, maybe 2, like someone had dumped a case in the bag. As my best friend grabbed his bag, the chef said, "Support it from the bottom."

Days later, with a chuckle, I asked the chef, "What gives with the giant bag of Mustard packets". The chef replies, "had to finish the Crate somehow."

On my buddies' last day, he went to his mailbox cubbie. Lo and behold in his mail box, cubbie was one last surprise. a full gallon of Grey poupon mustard as a gift. when I asked the chef secretly some days later, he admitted: "I had to blow the surplus budget on something, right?"

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The original was posted on /r/maliciouscompliance by /u/68Cadillac on 2024-08-26 19:20:03+00:00.

Short history. Fall 2005, SO and I buy our first house together, We're happy. Babies on the way. House is cute and in a new subdivision, H.O.A. just formed. We're at the end of a blunt cul-de-sac, quiet, no traffic. Neighbors nice.

3-ish years later, the U.S. Economy shit the bed and wiped with the drapes. Over half of the homes in our subdivision have been foreclosed on or are in the process. Me and mine aren't paying on our mortgage. We've moved out, and a family friend and his family have moved in. They lost their house. He pays me a discounted rent, I'm not paying the mortgage, but maintaining the house with his rent. The H.O.A. is having troubles maintaining the common areas and keeping things clean because of lack of funds. Junky cars and dead/dying landscaping are everywhere. One home burned to it's foundation.

A few months after my friend moves in, red, fire lane paint is applied to the curbs of all the cul-de-sacs in the subdivision. I'm furious because it prevents street parking in front of the house. Anytime I need to stop by to fix something or my tenant has a guest we must park in front of a neighbors house or in the common collector streets and walk in. I call the local fire department to ask why they need so many fire lanes seeing how there were no hydrants near by. They told me they hadn't requested additional fire lanes, nor had they asked for curbs to be painted. They said anyone can just paint a curb red, it's the signage or a hydrants presence that makes it a legal fire lane. The paints just there to help you interpret the signage. I check and sure enough, no signs. Come to find out it's a ploy by the H.O.A. to drum up more funds. If they paint curbs red and call it a 'safety zone' their by-laws allow them to fine a home-owner for violating the safety zone. Funny also that the H.O.A. president lives at the end of one of the cul-de-sacs and now the neighbors can no long park in front of her house without getting safety-zone fines.

One evening, just past twilight, wearing a hi-vis vest, safety glasses, and work boots I paint over the red curb with boring gray paint, specifically designed for concrete with great coverage. I do the entire cul-de-sac. 3 weeks later it's red again. 2 days later: gray. 5 weeks: red. Then gray with silicone top sealer. Then red, that flakes off almost immediately. Then red again, flakes. Then a sign that reads “Safety Zone No Parking”.

For lack of payment, the home is now under notification of foreclosure and I'm working with an agency to help navigate and file all the paperwork needed so we can short-sell. Short-selling in this context means that although we promised to pay the bank $350,000 plus interest for the house, they'd forgive any amount we own as long as we turned the house over in good condition (e.g. not flush concrete down the toilets or poke pin holes in the water pipes). Which screws us, but it's better than owing $350,000 on a house worth only $165,000 that will be legally taken from us in short order. Fuck you Reagan. I'm still waiting for that trickle.

During a short-sale you're required to notify any potential parties that could have liens on the house. This includes the H.O.A. I'm up to date on my dues, and have no outstanding violations. So I think I'm in the clear. But no, the H.O.A. suddenly comes up with a whole list of violations that haven't been addressed or remedied for 5 months. Plus additional fines for the 'delay'. The H.O.A. said they notified me in November, but can't seem to produce copies of these multiple notices of violation. They only have the current one in March listing all the outstanding violations. Examples: black stains on driveway, uncoiled garden hose, unapproved tree, missing bush, missing foliage, dead tree. I informed them that the stains were tire marks from driving into the garage. The unapproved tree they did, in fact, approve. The missing bushes they approved the removal. Here's a copy of the plan and your approvals with your name on it. It's not my fault you don't know what you approved.

The dead tree. Many trees, tend to lose leaves in the fall. Like around November. They might look dead if you're just making up violations in February, but are just dormant and waiting for spring. Even if it was dead you can't replace a tree in November, December, January, or February. No nurseries sell saplings that late in the season, unless you want a yuletide tree. How can someone be reasonably expected to replace a 'dead' tree in the off-season?

The H.O.A. delays responding, and the short-sale is on a timer. If I don't have all legal items, payments for liens, and documents into the escrow officer by my short-sale will fall through and I'll owe $350,000+interest on a $165,000 house that's soon to be foreclosed on. The H.O.A. fines and fees total $1,955. 45 dollars short of where felony fraud starts. I'm furious. This H.O.A. is gonna fuck me one last time, and I'll pay for the experience.

So I talk to the escrow officer and see what she needs. “Only the money for the H.O.A. lien and you'll close escrow tomorrow.” She's seen reams of these come through with similar amounts of fines requested by H.O.A.s that hold up short-sales. None exceed $2,000. I ask her what form of payment will satisfy her as an escrow officer. “Money Order, Cash, or Check. A check would be easiest for you, don't you think?”. If I write a check to H.O.A. for $1,955, then hand it to you, that'll satisfy escrow? “Yep”. You'll mail the check to H.O.A. after the documents record? “Yes.”

You'll have a check in 25 minutes.

The next day...

On the phone with the escrow officer. Sitting in my car in a parking lot. 9:01 am. Did the documents record? Did the short-sale go through? “Yes. I'll mail out finalized documents and any other items before close of business, today.” Thank you. Hang up. I walk into the local branch of my bank and inform the teller, “I need to place a Stop-Payment on a check.”

Edit: My bad. I didn't include the "fallout" (Rule 7). Here goes:

And H.O.A. never tried to collect or contact us again.

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The original was posted on /r/maliciouscompliance by /u/mrcba333 on 2024-08-26 18:23:36+00:00.

I have been a mechanic for nearly 15 years. I am the lead tech in my shop, and my company just sold recently to a different corporation and with that came a new boss. A little bit of history about new boss, he is 22 and the son of one of my older bosses, so everybody suspects a bit of nepotism at play. The older boss was ruthless and a jerk, and really put a dent in my confidence about being a mechanic so I may hold somewhat of a grudge against the family, but I try to do my best to move on and just do my job.

The new boss and I have had some minor issues already in the 3 months he has been here, but I'm the type of person who can generally put my feelings to the side if the money keeps ending up on my paycheck. Today, however, that changed.

I will admit I am not the most organized person. I have ADHD and at 33 years old, am still learning to function without the medicine that I weened off of at 26. My toolbox is normally cluttered, but I keep all my tools in my area or on top of my box. It's the system that works for me. This morning I clocked in and was about to unlock my box when the new boss came up to me and said "You will not be working on cars today until your box is organized." I said "My box is organized in the way that it works for me." He shot back with "Not good enough for me or the company, I need to be able to find tools when I need them and it needs to look neat and orderly for when corporate comes through." I paused for a second and said "So you are telling me that you need to be able to find MY tools that I have purchased when YOU need to use them? I dont remember signing that agreement" He nodded and muttered something about insubordination and that he would be passing off all the work to the other technician until it was completed to his satisfaction.

I had assumed he was bluffing until 3 cars came in, and all 3 tickets were handed to the other tech. I don't have any problem being told to clean up and I would have even done it his way, but I had a problem with his tone and this was messing with my paycheck. So while he was in the back doing tire inventory, I opened the top drawer of my toolbox, spread my arms, and swept every single thing into the drawer that I could. I repeated for the 2nd and 3rd drawer until the top was clean. I used the same process for both of my smaller carts until each one could be closed and locked, then I clocked out for lunch.

I am currently sitting in my car in the parking lot eating lunch and browsing job listings while watching him try to open all of my drawers to use my tools, because 3 more cars came in and the other tech can't handle 6 at a time.

TLDR: My boss withheld work to make me organize my tools his way, so now I'm withholding my tools completely.

UPDATE: I did not expect this to blow up like this lol. I clocked back in from lunch and boss asked to speak with me. Apparently he called the district manager and also his dad (who is a district manager of another district) for advice and it sounds like they both told him to make it right, and that he could not afford to lose me (I know how it sounds, but it's true). He told me that he just wanted to make a good impression on corporate who would be coming through in a few weeks and that he shouldn't have targeted me personally. He paid me for the 3 vehicles he worked on, and I let him know that I was willing to work with him but if he ever spoke down to me again there would not be a do over. I would leave. He also inquired about buying his own tools. He's not a bad dude, just a little anxious I guess. I suppose I will stick around for a little, as the paychecks are worth it and the drive is convenient and I have a wife and a house to pay for.

As for some of the responses, yes I am somewhat of a slob with my toolbox, but I also average 10-15 cars a day so I don't always have time or the drive to neatly organize my tools daily. He said he will be bringing his toolbox from home and calling or texting to ask to borrow before borrowing. I guess i am somewhat of a rare mechanic as i dont mind people borrowing my tools as long as they are put back. Also, the empty toolbox comments, I own all 4 of my toolboxes, so they would be coming with me if I left. Thanks for the support guys, seems like maliciously complying paid off for once.

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The original was posted on /r/maliciouscompliance by /u/No-Cat7703 on 2024-08-26 16:07:12+00:00.

I was thinking if I had any malicious compliance stories and then I remembered this one.

It was about 8 months ago, and I had gotten permission to leave site (I work security) to grab my food order. Put it down in my shift report: permission granted, went to get food order. Where I got food and time back.

I get it sent back saying they need more detail. So me telling you I had permission, where I went and time gone isn't enough? Ok. So I looked at the precise details of the walk and put it in. Walked south on SW 3rd for 200 feet. Turned West and walked 350 feet on West main Street. Arrived at restaurant. You get the idea. I had put another 10 or so lines in so they had the precise course I took to the taco place as well as my travel back. They never asked for details about me getting food again.

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The original was posted on /r/maliciouscompliance by /u/atsimas on 2024-08-25 18:30:36+00:00.

We were in a semi-enclosed plaza with a planting area in the middle.

My son was instructed by my wife that the boundaries of using his scooter board were going around the plantation and from its furthest point to where we were standing. Circles.

Time passed and he was instructed that this was his final roundabout. Son did not do a roundabout but just rode it on one side of the plaza, for a while, before coming back.

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The original was posted on /r/maliciouscompliance by /u/Ancient_Educator_76 on 2024-08-25 17:29:30+00:00.

What’s up, party people. OP here. When I’m not “molding minds” (ew, almost as gross a teacher cliche as ‘the honeymoons over’) I’m at your friendly neighborhood Grocer, running the 1s and 2s. DJ U-Scan in the house!!!

When I’m running U scan , overseeing customers scanning their own groceries, I tend to stand at the entrance or exit of the section of self scanners. Being ex military i tend to be in the habit of standing at the entrance so I can face the doors to the store. It just feels wrong not to, even if I am a measly cashier tonight. I’m noticing that the first u scanner has been acting up and I was about to walk toward it to shut it down. When it acts up it takes a long time to fix and the customers get very frustrated with it. It’s just easier to shut it down than to,have customers follow a reading comprehension assignment that, if they fail, they restart. It’s a five minute process.

So. Anyway as I’m walking toward this scanner a man all but elbows me out of the way and then jumps back exaggeratedly , saying “Oh no I guess YOU were here first, right big guy??? I wasn’t standing there waiting or anything, by all means. No I GO FIRST! IVE BEEN WAITING!!” Then he jumps back in front of me. I swear it was like he was doing the hokey pokey , or he was one of the temptations leaning in with his shoulder, then leaning back , then forward again. Only thing he was missing was the little shimmy.

Let you go first?! By all means.

Enter MC by OP, approved by the CDC.

I , lumiere style, extend my arm, exaggeratedly flowy, my freshly pedicured hands pointing to the scanner saying “Be my guest”

The funny thing is that there were like three customers behind this guy who had already checked out without incident before he even tried to start scanning. It takes even longer than I hoped it would, as this guy looks up his prickly pear cactus, looks around for help, swears about the fact that there’s never anybody around who works here. He even looked back at me and scoffed at me for staring. He finally angrily grabs his items and gets back in line again, picking up items he droppes one at a time like a Charlie Chaplin routine, every time he bends over to pick one thing up he drops another. The more we all try to help the angrier he gets so I just keep looking at him. As I walk toward the register “oh you’re gonna cut her now too,!?”

Finally the lady in line steals mine “he furking works here he’s trying to help “ just as I shut down the scanner for a reset.

The man shook his head but I could tell how his head hung lower that he felt bad. I’ll take it.

———

You know the crazy thing? This man’s a regular. I see him like every day. He’s not old or chronically stupid. Just ignorant I guess I don’t know . I even have a nickname for him; Shirley temple.

He’s usually the guy With his hands on his hips (Shirley temple) waiting for help. Then he was the genie 🧞‍♂️ with his arms folded high. Then he is Lucille ball tapping his foot along with the folded hands. Like this guy should know me by now. Looks like he’s never ever ever gonna know me. Oooooh oooooooh ooooooooooh

TLDR Shirley temple spends an eternity in the self scan area when he could have been gone already.

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The original was posted on /r/maliciouscompliance by /u/Illuminatus-Prime on 2024-08-24 11:17:31+00:00.

***** Warning: Long *****

tl;dr: I bought a surplus PC. The HDD had some important-looking files on it. The former owner told me to delete them. Later, he needed the files back.

The Setup

While studying at uni, I crossed paths with a hostile prof (let's call him "Prof. Nastyman") who absolutely did NOT want to be questioned about anything during class. "Disruptive", he'd say. "I'm a researcher with a Ph.D.", he'd say. "You're wasting my time", he'd say. "Study harder", he'd say.

Some of the other things he'd say would likely get this post deleted if I repeated them here.

The Trigger

I missed a lecture, so just before the next class started, I asked him if I might have a copy of his lecture notes from the class I'd missed. He blew up at me, slammed his papers down and started ripping me a new one, saying that if I was not serious about his class, then I shouldn't be in it and that I should just drop it.

This went on until about 5 minutes into the class. Nobody else said a word, and the class continued.

Cue the Malicious Compliance

The uni had a surplus barn where unneeded equipment was palletized and sold at bulk rates. I got there first thing in the morning and spotted a pallet with a bunch of computer junk on it. For $50 (US), I ended up with a dot-matrix printer, a few 1200 baud modems and an "Extended Technology" PC, monitor and keyboard setup. Of course, I also got a receipt.

My place wasn't far, so I borrowed a wheelbarrow and brought it all home in two trips. The printer was beyond repair. Only two of the modems still worked. The PC system booted up on the first try. I looked through the directory and saw what looked like drafts of a research paper and a whole lot of data files as well.

The HDD's volume name was the same as Prof. Nastyman's, so I rang up his office. His secretary (a sweet grandmotherly type) answered the phone. I explained what I had found. She asked me to hold. A minute or two later, Prof. Nastyman himself was on the line telling me to get those files off the computer NOW.

Sir! Yes, sir!

I did it the right way, too. I deleted all the data and document files. Then I overwrote the empty drive space with a huge file full of random bytes of data, deleted the file, and repeated the process 6 more times. Then I reformatted the HDD with a new OS. The PC booted right up to the DOS prompt, and I was happy with my "new" PC.

The Fallout

At the next class session, Prof. Nastyman greeted me by my name, and politely asked if I had removed the files from my computer yet.

"Of course, sir! I removed those files from MY computer, just like you told me to! Why, were they important?"

He told me how important the files were, something to do with 2 or 3 years of research data for a corporate-backed project.

"Sorry, sir. But you told me to get those files off my computer, so I did. Your secretary and anyone else listening in will verify that. Those files are gone, and there is nothing anyone can do about it."

The Epilogue

Prof. Nastyman had to default on his project, which looked bad for his department and the university as well. Rumors suggested that he had made no backups because he feared plagiarism. I had a few discussions with the dean and some others about this, but it always came down to Prof. Nastyman's own carelessness. I finished the class, got a decent grade, and never saw him again.

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The original was posted on /r/maliciouscompliance by /u/thoroughbredca on 2024-08-23 14:20:49+00:00.

"The statement said the Burke family received a legal letter from Paul Crampsie, Operations Manager for An Post, on July 26 informing them that for the following two weeks, the family could collect their mail at a postal depot 'almost five miles from our home.'

"The An Post letter, the family said, further said that a post box must be installed at the entrance to their property on the side of the road within two weeks, or postal service would be withdrawn."

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The original was posted on /r/maliciouscompliance by /u/False_Film2952 on 2024-08-23 12:11:13+00:00.

This story happened to a friend of mine not myself. So, I have this friend who worked different jobs from construction to a factory worker to a personal driver, etc... At one period of time he was hired as a car driver by a local businessman; on paper his job was to either drive some employees from downtown to the business place in a nearby industrial area and vice versa, or do some courier work for the business, a normal 8 hours job.

But reality turned out to be different. This business person wanted to use my friend as much as possible doing all kinds of jobs and calling him at any hour of the day not respecting neither the agreed upon functions nor the time.

One day my friend finished his shift in the afternoon and went back home to have a rest. His employer called him an hour later and asked him to head to his house (businessman's house) as his wife needs him to do run errands for her! My friend didn't argue and headed to see the businessman's wife. She gave him a list of grocery to buy for her!!!

What my friend did was going to the market and picking the worst fruits and vegetables he could find and taking them to the lady. She got a packet full of rotten tomatoes and bananas.

Apparently the lady made a fuss to her husband who called my friend complaining about his bad shopping skills and told him he would never send him again to buy him anything. He learned a lesson the hard way.

Clearly my friend didn't last long in this job, as his employer kept on calling him out of work hours to do some courier or driving job for the company while not paying him for this extra work! He quitted.

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The original was posted on /r/maliciouscompliance by /u/IcyPeace262 on 2024-08-23 08:48:24+00:00.

I used to work for a boss in an office whose idea of being a leader was to make everything as difficult as possible. He expected flexibility from us but offered nothing in return. One day I was sick, throwing up so called in sick. He said I needed a Dr’s note if I wanted sick pay (even though the policy was Dr’s note after 5 days). My Dr doesn’t take kindly to having his time wasted. Even though I would have only needed a day or 2 he signed me off for a month at the busiest time of year. The boss asked how that was possible if I only had a bit of sickness. I told him it was Dr’s orders and he was welcome to contact him directly. Not sure if he ever did.