Malicious Compliance

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The original was posted on /r/maliciouscompliance by /u/Billbobagganstiddies on 2024-07-18 08:41:33+00:00.

A bit of background stuff to know before you read this: I played string instruments for about 4 years (I quit a bit over a year ago), my music teacher and my mum were both very strict about how much I practiced, I was a bit petty.

A few years ago, I did a lot of music and was normally told to do about 1.5-2.5 hours of my main instrument. I did violin as my main instrument at the time of this story. I also did viola, cello, piano and singing on the side, and depending on the day, I would practice a different one for about 30-45 mins on top of my main practice, I also had to study music theory for about an hour.

At one point, my music teacher started to increase the amount of time he wanted me to practice, to the point I had to do 6 hours a day on top of school, private lessons and orchestra practice.

Because of this, I had to try and do 3 hours before and after school, and I realised the only good time to wake up was at 2-3 am, sometimes I woke up at 12 am because ✨why not✨.

My mum hated this because I practiced loudly and it would wake her up. My music teacher made me practice for 6 hours for about a month.

Edit: I was about 9 or 10 when this happened.

Edit 2: I haven't done any form of music, except for singing because I love it and it's my choice to do it, but I rarely practice it because I'm constantly burnt out due to things like this happening. I also currently have a scholarship to a school under academics and music (specifically violin), and I learnt more instruments than the ones that were mentioned.

Edit 3: Just incase anyone is wondering what instruments I played, here's the list: violin, viola, cello, piano, guitar, ukulele, flute, drums and singing. I did all these over a 4 year time line.

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The original was posted on /r/maliciouscompliance by /u/Gaylord-Lesbianqueen on 2024-07-18 04:21:32+00:00.

So I don't know if this counts as malicious compliance. I talk a lot when I'm excited but I get down really easily if people act annoyed. My brothers and me were hanging out and I was talking well my brother told me to shut up and I was really upset after a few minutes I went to my room and decided to get revenge. Here's what I did, I decided to talk normally but every time my brother is around I don't talk so he knows I'm talking but he doesn't ever here my voice.

It's been a week and he is being driven insane he's asking me tons of questions every time he sees me to try and get me to slip up but so far I haven't. Maybe he will learn his lesson most women don't let that level of stupidity go unpunished.

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The original was posted on /r/maliciouscompliance by /u/Thorninmyside24-7 on 2024-07-18 02:29:22+00:00.

I’m a SAHM. Well, mostly. I work 8 hours a week, 4 hours 2/week, I homeschool our children, run a podcast, and having a baking business. (Baking brings in 20% of our income, and my 8 hours / week brings in 15% of it.) I didn’t want to leave my full time job, but my husband insisted for our family. Our house is swept every night, food put away, dishes in the dishwasher, and laundry in the washing machine started. Laundry is moved to the dryer in the mornings, then immediately put away. I can’t stand clutter. My husband works from home, but rarely contributes to anything household wise, as that’s “my job”. I love and adore my kids, and very rarely ask for his help anyway. I prefer to just keep peace and not make an issue if it’s working. Now to the problem. Yesterday, I had a busy morning of making breakfast for my kids before running out of the house to work. I didn’t get to move the laundry to the dryer before running out. My husband was angry when I got home because he stuck his hand in jelly on the countertop. (Jelly was from the toast.) He was also mad he couldn’t find the polo he wanted to wear today (he has dozens of them hung in his closet, but the one he wanted to wear was in the dryer). He told me I needed to clear the countertops and make sure there’s nothing left on them. Then he went into his office. I looked at the countertop and the only things on it, aside from jelly globs and sugar, was my reusable Aldi bags, his coffee cup (full), and the panini I made him for lunch. I put the Aldi bags away, poured his coffee out, washed and put away his cup, ate the panini, washed and put away the plate, and cleaned the countertops. Imagine his face when he walked back in twenty minutes later to get his coffee and panini and there wasn’t anything there. I said to him, “What’s the matter? You told me to clear the countertop.” Then I went outside for a walk with my youngest two kids.

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The original was posted on /r/maliciouscompliance by /u/St_Stoner_ on 2024-07-17 20:38:45+00:00.

Hello, I (24M) work for and IT MNC providing services to Oil and Gas corporation. My team consists of 10 people and all of us are scattered across the country, so all of our work and calls are done on Teams and can 100% be handled remotely. My organisation has a policy where it's mandatory to WFO 3 days a week.

Around 4 weeks ago I fell sick and decided to go to my hometown to get better. I worked from home for 2 weeks and HR got to know about it called me regarding the issue. I explained her the situation but she was adamant on enforcing company policy, she basically asked me to take leaves if I can't come to office. And that is what I did, i took the whole 3rd week off.

My team lead is an amazing guy. He doesn't care about remote work as long as work is getting done and I am critical to some tasks like QA checks before we handover any deliverable. So when I applied for whole week of holiday, he called me. Now without me and QA checks, nothing can be handed over to the client so he got worried. I explained him about the chat I had with HR.

Next day I, Him and HR got together on call and HR was still adamant about the policy. I left the call midway saying that text me if you guys reach some conclusion and proceeded to take the week off. Eventually on starting of 4th week, which again i was planning to take off, HR called me. She said that she's "allowing" me to continue till end of this month (around 10 days) to wfh.

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The original was posted on /r/maliciouscompliance by /u/Ball-Realistic on 2024-07-17 18:59:58+00:00.

My company is very strict about having us work from the office (WFO) with only one designated WFH day during the week. Honestly, it weird because it’s an advertising agency which deals with social media marketing, something that can be done remotely, but nevermind. They require us to use a vacation day if we want to work remotely on any other day. I wasn't feeling well one day and requested to WFH, even though it was a WFO day. I assured them I could complete all my tasks from home, but my request was denied. Since it was a scheduled leave day according to company policy, I took the day off and rested.

Later, when my workload became urgent, my manager messaged me asking me to get it done. I politely reminded them that per company policy, since I had requested a leave day, it meant I wouldn't be working

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The original was posted on /r/maliciouscompliance by /u/Geawiel on 2024-07-16 20:51:32+00:00.

TLDR: USAF Squadron leadership thought I was lazy and could bust me by making us track jobs for the week. I had over 6x the jobs in a week than the rest of the airmen in my career field. They stopped tracking jobs.

I was in the USAF at the time of this and was working IT and an Information Manager (IM) for a maintenance squadron. There were 6 other IMs who could have done IT, as it was a core task of our career field. None of them wanted to and I didn't want to do paperwork. So it was a good fit. I ended up snowballing tasks and was soon in charge of doing all the AV stuff for the squadron. Christmas slides? Geawiel will make them. Fund raiser? Geawiel will handle it. I even ended up with a base job where I had to go to a specific location during crisis (tornadoes, if there was a base attack, etc) to do back room IM stuff for all the big wigs of the base. I hated it. I didn't see the point of IMs there. I did the job without complaint though. It was my job.

The squadron was the second largest account on the base. 650 pieces of equipment and over 200 personnel spread over multiple hangars. I was also the only IT person with a line badge, so I was allowed to freely go on the flight line without an escort. 3 of our work section were on the flight line and required the badge or an escort to get to.

For some reason I rub shitty leadership the wrong way. I generally don't take crap. If something is wrong I speak up. I don't ass kiss because I don't do the politics crap. It's a job. I do my job. Everyone should just care about their job. Politics be damned. Everyone in the squadron loved me and some places would call me Bill Gates. I was there when they called. If I couldn't fix the problem in 10 to 15 minutes I would swap the bad equipment out. I always brought some with me.

This leadership was shitty. Our 1st Sgt was someone we call Retired on Active Duty (ROAD Sgt). They don't give a fuck. They're in a spot that they're comfortable in and don't care about getting the next rank or know they've kissed enough ass to skate by.

For example, I'm fixing her laptop on a Friday morning, "I'm bored. I don't really have anything to do for the day."

Bitch, you're a 1st Sgt. Your job is to gauge squadron morale. Know what the shops are up to. You always have something to do. Go talk to people, because I can tell you morale sucks ass right now.

At one point they decided it was time to "catch me red handed" being lazy. The 1st Sgt came in and told all 7 of us that we're going to track the jobs we do for the week. We're going to do this from here on out and it was directed by the Group Commander (Flight>Squadron>Group>Wing(the base)>Command(AF wide)).

Ok, we doubt that but we'll do it. I made an excel sheet for us all to share and write down our jobs. Each Information Manager had their own tab and columns to fill in the job. The date. The time they started it. The time the finished it. The sheet would automatically count the jobs, spit out how long it took to complete a job and give an average time it takes to complete them. It took me all of 5 minutes to throw together.

That week was a normal week for me. I'd get various calls. My account is locked out because I forgot my password. I can't access FEDLOG because the base IT moved the drives. So I had to remap the location so they could order parts again. My PC is messed up and won't do X. So I'd fix it or swap it out. If I swapped it, I had a bank set up with a keyboard bank so I could use 1 mouse and keyboard for up to 24 PCs. I'd wait to build up at least 5 and reinstall windows on all of them at once. I had to delete them from the squadron's account online. Then add them again after the RIS so the network would recognize them and allow it on them. I'd usually do remote work while I did this.

At the end of the week the 1st Sgt checked the sheet during the weekly squadron commander's briefing. Which was another job for me. Putting together the slides for the briefing. Which involved embedding an excel document for performance reports in it. Another document I managed since no one else wanted to.

I was waiting with giddy excitement. I knew what it was going to show!

The other IMs had around 100 jobs each. Processed X decoration/award. Process X number of performance reports. Just paperwork stuff like that.

Then comes my slide. I had over 650 jobs that week. I was all over every work site. There are lots of issues with the PCs. They take some big abuse from the maintenance guys. A lot of it is because most of them suck with computers and screw stuff up. One guy had 3 of those maleware "search bar" things installed somehow and couldn't understand why it was an issue.

The 1st Sgt announced Monday morning that we were ditching the job tracking and no longer had to do it. I guess the "maintenance group commander" must have changed his mind in 1 week....

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The original was posted on /r/maliciouscompliance by /u/brother_p on 2024-07-16 16:09:42+00:00.

This has a bit of long set-up . . . . sorry.

TL;DR: made a professor jealous by helping out the other professors so he told me to stop, which caused havoc in the department

Back in the 80's I was a university student majoring in English in a smallish school. I was one of a small number of students with my own computer and got to know a lot about word processors, desktop publishing software, and (more generally) MS-DOS, the text-based precursor operating system to Windows.

Many of the professors in the department were just starting to buy computers to do their research and writing, and so I often offered to help them with buying/setting them up as well as helping them understand DOS and using their word processors. I and a few friends took over editing and publishing the annual literary magazine, and we also started a department newsletter. I was editor of both. I also served as the student representative on the Faculty Council. I believed in being useful, and it didn't hurt that the profs all offered to be reference for me in exchange. However, for some reason, one of the professors in the department took umbrage with me for all this. He was usually very friendly to all the other students, but when he'd see me he'd just brusquely pass by. Then, in my senior year, he became the department head and that's when things came to a head.

One day one of the professors asked me to format his forthcoming book for publication. There was a paid research associate in the department but she didn't know how to use desktop publishing software or how to do layout, whereas I, as editor of the magazine and newsletter, had a lot of experience with both. However, she complained to the department head that I was "taking her job". She knew he didn't like me, so she was stirring up shit deliberately.

Well, he came running (literally, he ran) up to me and started berating me in front of the research associate and the prof who asked me the favour. He ranted about the things I was doing and said "you're too involved in everything and it isn't appropriate. You are just an undergrad here, and I don't appreciate you undermining ." He didn't give me a chance to reply, just turned on his heel and strode back to his office, no doubt feeling good about bullying a student.

Cue the malicious compliance. Since he felt I was "too involved in everything" I stopped helping everyone. Printer jammed? Sorry. Lost your Word file? That's a shame. Having trouble making a back-up of your novel? Wish I knew what to tell you. Need to install that new hard drive? Guess you're gonna have to bring it in to the computer shop and pay. Department newsletter, which the president of the university had personally congratulated me on? Ceased publication.

After a few weeks, with things having ground to a halt, the shit. Hit. The. Fan. The other professors all took my side, and called for an emergency Faculty Council meeting. Even though I was the student rep, it was closed door so I never got to hear what happened. The minutes of the meeting merely said "Discussion re: research activities." It lasted for well over an hour and when it was over, the department head called me and invited me in to his office. Once again he did all the talking, but this time he told me he regretted his harsh words, offered a shame-faced apology, told me that he appreciated all the help I had given his colleagues in the past, and expressed his wish that we could put this "unfortunate misunderstanding" behind us.

We shook hands and parted enemies. Things went back to normal. I finished my undergraduate degree and stuck around to do my master's. I continued to do what I always did, and even helped launch a writing tutorial centre in the department that is still operating 35 years later.

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The original was posted on /r/maliciouscompliance by /u/Silver-Syndicate on 2024-07-16 14:56:30+00:00.

This is a small bit of maliciousness that happened years ago, but to this day it's still one of my favorite stories to tell.

So there needs to be a bit of context to this one for you to understand the beauty of what happened.

I was in a traditional Kung Fu school for nine years. My Sifu (teacher) was one of the most honest and respectable men I've ever known.

In this school, there was certain etiquette you had to follow out of both respect for the art, and your fellow students.

We had things like bowing before entering doorways, always facing north to take off our sash, stuff like that. Keep in mind that we weren't just teaching students here, we fostered a family and treated one another as if we were all brothers as sisters. One of the rules was that men wore their sashes on the right while woman wore their sashes on the left.

I am a trans male, and my Sifu was one of very few people who knew this. Also I present very androgynous. My Sifu and I talked about it when I came out to him because I was concerned about how it would effect the etiquette of the school, and we both agreed that neither of us cared how I wore my sash, so I just kept it on the left out of habit. Very friendly conversation.

At my school we did a traditional performance every year for Chinese New Year called a Lion Head Dance. (If you look it up online, it's both intriguing and hilarious to watch because it's essentially two people underneath a large, fluffy, paper mache Lion.) We would do this for restaurants, schools, or event centers. We even got to perform for the Chinese consulate at one time. Basically, one person is in the Head of the Lion while the other operates the Tail and we work together to cleanse the space to ensure a year of good fortune for the establishment, and scare away evil spirits.

Everyone always loved these events, and it was some of the funnest performances I had ever done. There's drums, dancing, firecrackers, the whole deal.

I was almost always in a Lion with my Sifu because we made a surprisingly good team.

One year, we went to this little Chinese restaurant who hired us to do our normal thing. We get there, we set up, lay out the equipment and begin stretching before the performance. This performance was one Lion with me in the Tail and my Sifu in the Head.

As we're talking and getting ready, suddenly the owner of the establishment walks over to my Sifu and I with the most disappointed look on his face.

My Sifu asks if everything is alright, and this guy just started in on my Sifu through gritted teeth.

He originally asked why I was standing there, and my Sifu, while confused, said that I was his Tail for tonight. The owner said that this was highly disrespectful because a woman shouldn't be in the performance, and should never be in the Lion.

My Sifu, with a now dead pan look on his face, chuckled and basically said: "uh, we don't live in the days of Chinese Dynasties anymore, sir. This is my student, I am their teacher, and they are more than welcome to perform and represent my school."

The owner kept on going off about how it's disrespectful to the culture, and how I shouldn't even be in the show because I was a female.

My Sifu looked back at me, looked at the owner, got a cheeky little grin on his face and said: "No problem!"

He turned to me, grabbed my sash, twisted it to my right side, bowed and addressed me as "dìdi" (meaning younger brother.) Before turning back to the owner.

He had the most shocked and appalled look on his face and it took me everything I had not to just bust up laughing.

The owner huffed, told us to just do the show, and stormed off.

And just as a little cherry on the top of this interaction, I went to get into the Tail and my Sifu stopped me, motioning for me to get into the Head of the Lion. So I got to lead the show that night, and the owner just had to sit back and deal with the fact that he didn't get his way by throwing a sexist fit.

The year after, we got hired by the same restaurant, and my Sifu, instead of rejecting it, made absolutely sure that the performance that night was all female students. The owner didn't say a word.

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The original was posted on /r/maliciouscompliance by /u/Heartwerk2000 on 2024-07-16 09:47:47+00:00.

Throwaway because I intend to use this account for more healthcare stories and if any of my colleagues are Redditors I don't want them to see the idiot arguments I get into with other idiot Redditors in my history.

So I'm a receptionist at a bulk billing radiology practice. Radiology practices are where you get X-rays, CTs, ultrasounds, MRIs, and other associated medical scans done.

"Bulk billing", in my country, means that the scan is charged to Medicare, meaning the patient pays nothing. The great majority of our scans are bulk billed. There's only a few bulk billing practices left because Medicare funding increases by a couple of bucks every year, and inflation... does not. Most of them have now gone private, but we still exist! I have no idea how!

Most of the scans that aren't bulk billed are, flat out, scans Medicare won't pay a cent for. (The exception is pregnancy scans where they pay a fucking fraction of what they pay for other ultrasounds, because the government desperately wants us all to have babies but not enough to actually do fuck all to make sure people have the money to do so.) For example, if a physiotherapist refers you, Medicare will only cover it if it's a one or two region spine or a pelvis - and only if they're X-rays. (Meanwhile, a doctor can write a referral for any part of the body and 99% of the time we bulk bill it. This will be important later.)

This is a bit baffling because to my knowledge, physiotherapists mostly work with muscles... pathologies of which are diagnosed with ultrasound, not X-ray. Medicare doesn't cover physiotherapist-referred ultrasound. They just randomly got lumped in with their mortal enemies, chiropractors, when some random person set the standards for Medicare rebates. Physiotherapists will also often have someone come in with a sports injury and be like "hey, I'm not sure this is muscular, I think this might be an actual break" and write a referral for, say, a hand xray.

Now, full disclosure: physiotherapists are the bane of my life for unrelated reasons. But as you're about to see, this just costs the government more in the long run.

So. Every now and then we get patients coming in for that hand xray, and a physio wrote it. If Medicare paid for it, it'd be $40-$50, split between twenty million taxpayers.

But... oh no! I'm so sorry! Medicare won't pay for it because it's a physiotherapist referral!

So why don't you hop right next door to the walk in bulk billing GP, who can rewrite your referral to Medicare standards, thereby costing Medicare $40 for your GP appointment and THEN the $40-$50 for the xray, and we'll just CC your physio in for the report? :))))

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The original was posted on /r/maliciouscompliance by /u/Bluntbutnotonpurpose on 2024-07-16 07:03:24+00:00.

Many, many years ago, I did all kinds of admin work at an oil terminal. One of my jobs was to take care of the documents after vessels had been loaded. Bills of Lading would usually have to be couriered to a bank, so I'd take care of that as well.

Now, I said Bills of Lading had to be couriered to a bank, but that's not entirely true. Every time a vessel would come to load, we'd receive a document distribution matrix. Originals of document X to be sent to A, copies to B, C and D. Originals of document Y to be sent to B....well, you get the gist.

I would usually completely ignore that matrix. I knew exactly who needed what and I knew that the bank only cared about the Bs/L. So I'd just send them those and that was never a problem.

That is, until someone new started at said bank and would complain about missing documents. Next time I added some more documents that I reckoned might be vaguely relevant, but again, they complained about missing documents.

I'm still not sure why that was, only the B/L was relevant to them. But the next time a vessel had loaded, I was very happy to give them exactly what they wanted. The document distribution matrix was probably once drafted by someone who didn't know what they were doing, then ignored by everyone, so it never became a problem. In this case however...I was going to need a bigger envelope.

I followed the matrix to the letter. One original plus four copies? You got it! I was really happy, because I'd spotted the fatal flaw.

Some background first: for every chemical product, there is a Material Safety Data Sheet (MSDS). They contain all sorts of information regarding safety of the product and over time they've become monstrosities.

So here's what made me so happy: the matrix also mentioned one original and four copies of the MSDS. Which was a 250+ page document. There is absolutely no reason why the bank would need even one copy of the MSDS, but it was in the matrix and I'd been told to follow the matrix. So I did. I printed it five times, copied all other documents four times and ended up with a stack of over 1.500 pages.

Here's where my sadism kicked in. The three original Bills of Lading, the only documents I knew the bank actually needed, went randomly into that stack. The person on the other side would have to go through that entire stack to find those three pieces of paper they really needed.

I heard nothing from them.

The next time I had to send documents to the bank again, I reverted to what I'd always sent to them. Again: silence. That's when I knew I'd won. From then on, all was back to normal.

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The original was posted on /r/maliciouscompliance by /u/stealtharmor on 2024-07-15 22:27:52+00:00.

About 20 years ago I used to work for a mobile phone company (cell phones for you americans) . It was in a student town in the UK. We were the 2cd highest selling store in the country. The top sellers being in London.

We had a great team from the manager on down. Around 10 of us. Could sell to anyone. If we couldn't close the sell we would swap to another salesperson and they would have a go. (Different techniques for different customers).

I would get alot of sells from the older generation just because I took the time to sit down with them and explain exactly how the phone worked. How to text, how to make a call etc. Remember this was 2004 no iPhone, no touchscreens.

Well around summer we had another store cover for us as we went on a 3 day training course. They didn't tell us what it was about or anything.

They put on a vid for us and it was something like ' The new and better way to sell!!!' Audibile groans were heard and one 'we should be teaching them comment' .

Alot of corporate mumbo jumbo went on in this course. ' with these techniques you will sell, sell, sell'

We were told what we could say and what we couldn't say to customers. We couldn't ask someone 'how are you today ' because they could be having a bad day. Couldn't say 'I'm sorry ' . 'I'm sorry' in the UK is a phrase that you say basically for any bad news. 'It's raining ' oh sorry to here that. My goldfish died 'sorry mate'

We had to read off a sheet and ask questions off that sheet. This is where the fast reading came in. A colleague of mine came up with it. Basically what he would do is read through the sheet as fast as he could. He got very good at it and within a couple of weeks the whole store could read that sheet from memory.

Bear in mind this wasn't a terms and conditions sheet or anything important it was something like. 1 greet customer using this phrase. 2 find out why customer is in store 3 did customer say yes 3 times?

We had to fill out this form each time and attach it to the contract if we sold a phone. This guy got fast I mean he could do the sheet in like 5 seconds.

He would basically grab a customer and just say to them . 'I have to follow this sheet' and show it to the customer. Then rattle through it while the customer is looking at the sheet. He would then say to the customer something like ' now that I've fulfilled my obligation' then go back to what would work for him normally.

That sheet lasted less than 3 months. We started printing already filled out sheets to speed things up. Throughout the company sales went down as people weren't allowed to be themselves. It was like the ways call centres are now. Run off a script. Nobody want to buy from a robot.

We did thier script but nobody said we had to do it slow.

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The original was posted on /r/maliciouscompliance by /u/Temporary_Rate630 on 2024-07-15 19:59:27+00:00.

I work a hybrid remote job. Every single aspect of my job is tracked across several different programs. I update my tracking constantly to keep me on track and keep management informed. Yet, my managers will blow up my email and texts about a needed item. They have full access to my tracking. Now when they email me I simply send a link to my tracking, every time. No body of text or intro, just the link to my tracking. I’m not typing what they can simply read.

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The original was posted on /r/maliciouscompliance by /u/thedatagoat on 2024-07-15 16:13:52+00:00.

I’m glad I can finally talk about this.

My company was contracted to write and illustrate books for a well known client.

My do-nothing editor gave me the assignment to write and illustrate the book.

I wasn’t given any instruction on the plot, characters, or message to convey. The assignment just said 24 pages, 24 illustrations. “Sure thing boss”

One may assume, the books subject matter should be written to support the client’s best interest. But as a trans female, this client eliminated some of my rights in my home state. Also my boss has been a total creep since I started.

So I wrote the book. 24 pages, 24 illustrations. It spoke about the client’s message however the tone was a parody, a farce.

My editor just glanced at it and passed it to the client. I guess nobody looked at it over at the clients side because they gave us the order to print 10,000 copies.

I just received my copy today, and nothing changed. When people receive this book from this client, they are going to be quite surprised about the message.

I have already put my two weeks in and I’m moving someplace far, far away.

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The original was posted on /r/maliciouscompliance by /u/wetsunshine21 on 2024-07-15 13:27:15+00:00.

I had to stay hydrated while taking medication a few years ago, so I drank a lot of water. resulting in numerous trips to the restroom. When I had to go at the time, I would just go and wouldn't give a damn. The manager of my department was quite controlling and insisted on always knowing what was going on. He told me he was writing me up for not telling anyone about my restroom breaks after a few weeks. Thus, *insert malevolent compliance* (prior to my ever understanding its nature).Over the next few days, I made sure to walk him straight every time I had to go. I was heard by everyone in the store who had their walkie talkies on.

"Hey manager, you needed to be aware of my bathroom schedule. I'm about to use the restroom. I appreciate your enquiry about it.

"Hey boss, I need to go pee right now. Should my urination cause pain?

"Manager, I have to finish tasks #1 and #2. Wishing for a smooth outcome." (After a short while:) *flush* "Looks good, I'm back on the floor."

As I'm urinating, he yells for me "Hey, manager, you were looking for me? In the bathroom, I am. I'll see you in a moment; I have to use both hands right now."At that time, HR and store managers intervened and advised against taking the TMI path. "I don't want to get in trouble...," I said, wide-eyed and as innocent as I could. My manager informed me that he was in dire need of knowing about my bathroom breaks. I was just following instructions."They promised to take care of it, and I was told explicitly not to report restroom breaks in the future.

For weeks, my colleagues couldn't stop giggling at this.

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The original was posted on /r/maliciouscompliance by /u/stinkybear1 on 2024-07-14 21:43:52+00:00.

I used to work property manager for a semi large investment firm. I was in charge of several apartment complexes which included a 55+ section 8 complex. One tenant in the complex has been a royal pain all the time. He had a habit of calling the city inspection department anytime he had a problem in his apartment instead of filling out a work order to get faster service. (300 unit building so if it was a minor issue it would be first come first serve for non emergency or safety issues) he actually called the city once for a dirty outlet cover. On this occasion I got a visit from the inspector because his patio door was not functioning. this I would definitely consider a safety issue. so I immediately go up to his unit with the inspector in tow. the inspector had been there before coming to see me and confirmed the door was stuck in the open position and would not close. But thought it a bit odd that he had 2 doors which confused me a little since each unit only has 1 patio. Upon entry we go to the patio and sure enough there are 2 patio doors. Side note: the tenant had been there long before I started working there so this was the way it was long before me and he had floor to ceiling curtains which obscured the second door which was always in the open position yet hidden from view. So when I entered I clearly see a door that seem perfectly fine. I go over to the working door and test to see that it is sliding and locking properly and it is, and ask the inspector what seems to be the problem. He points out the other door behind the curtains which I now clearly noticed. It had been slid into the open position and was not obstructing the egress at all. It seems that proir to me someone installed a new door but never removed the old one they just extended the frame. Which in effect fixed the problem in a half-assed way. but in my opinion it was a working door and not a safety issue which the inspector agreed with. The problem was we have a city code that clearly states any door must be in working condition regardless of if it's used or not. The inspector said I either have to fix or remove the door and gives me a 5 day compliance order. By chance I had a crew remodeling the unit across the hallway and as the inspector was filling out the order I went to the other unit asked one of the guys to use his maul and Sawzall. I went back into the tenants apartment and proceeded to smash out the glass and start cutting the the aluminum door with the Sawzall and had the door busted out in less than 5 minutes making a hell of a mess in the process. All while the inspector was filling out his paperwork and the tenant was watching in complete shock. I turn to the inspector and ask does it now comlpy and he sort of chuckles and says legally yes it does and I say good, problem solved and he agrees and signs off on the order. I have the guys across the hall clean up the mess and went with the inspector back to my office. in the elevator he says he'd never seen something like that before but since he was about as fed up with this guy always bugging them as I was over minor infractions he thought it was a hilariously creative solution albeit not a very nice way to go about it. Not long afterwards the tenant got arrested for an assault and got a jail sentence and became late on rent which gave me the perfect excuse to evict him. Now comes the second malicious compliance where I live the sheriff is required to remove belongings after an eviction but the limit the items to a set value, and leave behind anything under the value threshold. So it's up to me and my crew to haul out the junk. While one of the guys was cleaning out his bedroom closet he opens a box and it was stuffed full of pictures of children in different states of compromised situations and several letters from a young boy that were quite disgusting. So, of course I call the sheriff's back, and they took the evidence for additional charges to tack on to his jail time. One more note about the eviction is he also had a cat and the cat was still there and I found out his neighbor was feeding it in his absence. Now the cat had to go. This cat was old and ugly and our local shelter is definitely a kill shelter, and I knew he didn't have a chance of being adopted so it was a certain death sentence. Now me I'm a huge animal advocate I have 3 rescue dogs and 5 horses and a few barn cats and felt pity for the poor guy and thought one more barn cat wouldn't hurt so I took him home. When I got him there is when I found out he was declawed on all 4 paws and knew he would never make it in a barn setting. He lived out his remaining days comfortably inside our house.

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The original was posted on /r/maliciouscompliance by /u/Scared_Fun258 on 2024-07-14 23:48:50+00:00.

I was at a local gas station and it has a self checkout system. It also takes food stamps. The rule is you have to go to the to the register not the self checkout to use the food stamp card. I was there today with a food stamp card getting me some lunch and the guy was manning the self checkout it came to my turn and the following conversation happened.

Cashier: Come on up

Me: oh I’ve got to use the register I’ve got …….

Cashier: no you can use the self checkout now come up your wasting time

Me: sir I have a foo……

Cashier: you must use the self checkout come up now or leave

Me: yes sir

I walked up and scanned my items and tried to use my food stamp card and like I knew it would it did not work.

Cashier: what the hell is going on with this dumb thing

Me: (showing him my card) sir i was trying to tell you I have a food stamp card I have to use the regular register

Cashier: come over here and let’s get this over with next customer can use this one

I walked over paid for my items and left. All I could do is walk out the door and laugh

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The original was posted on /r/maliciouscompliance by /u/RMaua on 2024-07-14 09:25:05+00:00.

About 10 years ago, I was working in a big organisation with lots of different departments. I was a subject matter expert working across different departments. I saw my job as making the people I worked withs lives as simple as possible. And my clients loved me for that. – Unfortunately, this came back to bite me because they started expecting me to perform miracles.

Before I started at this job, someone had decided to split up a department. Except they didn’t really do it properly. So, all the systems still saw them as a single department. The two department heads despised each other.  – My solution: create a work around in the system I had control over so that they looked separate from each other and no one saw the other area’s data. But in every other system, one department looked like it fell under the bigger one. And if you looked closely at my reports, you could very clearly see the work around.

Department head of the smaller department was really sick of this and asked me to fix it. I explained that the issue was at the organisation level. She needed to write to the higher ups and get written authorisation to change the official org structure. Then once that was done, the rest of the systems would follow suit. If I changed it in my system, then something would break and she would have bigger problems than just having to ignore a header that I would hide or delete from her reports.

She insisted that if I changed the structure in my system, it would start a domino effect and everyone else – who was less helpful than I was – would have to listen to her when she said that she wanted their system changed to mimic mine.

I tried to make a joke of it explaining that I know I look like I’m all powerful because I can get stuff done for her, this was not going to work out that way. She actually needed to deal with the organisation bureaucracy BS. Trust me, I can’t help with this one. This response only frustrated her more.

We went around this for about a year and she finally lost it with me. She called me late one Friday afternoon and told me I had to make the change or else. I explained again that things would break but she wasn’t having it. She cut me off and told me to do as she asked ‘or else’.

Cue malicious compliance:  I asked her to put her request in writing. (Always cover your arse.) She promptly sent me an email. I responded straight away saying doing this is going to break stuff. We have discussed it before but since you insist. I’ll get the changes sorted ASAP.

I organised for the change in my system. Stopped by my boss’s office on my way out to tell him what was happening and to prepare for the fallout. (Again, always cover your arse) He chuckled and wished me a good weekend. (The change was easily reversable. And the problems would be very frustrating but minor. No one was going to die so neither of us were too concerned.)

11am Monday. Department head calls me in a huff. Apparently, she wasn’t able to see any of her staff in the HR system. I said, that sounds about right. Now that my system and HR don’t agree…”computer says no”. Remember how I told you things would break… this is things breaking. I’m happy to switch my system back. She simply hung up on me.

Word is, she called the HR person who said the same thing and told her what I had to be done and she spent the rest of the day pulling favours to get the process I told her about months before fast tracked.

By our next meeting, things had been changed properly. The situation was never mentioned again. But from that day onwards, if I told her that I couldn’t do something, she took my word for it.

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The original was posted on /r/maliciouscompliance by /u/Kingdo7 on 2024-07-14 08:04:57+00:00.

I was at my bf's house for a week, bf has planned a card tournament with his friends. Since I'm not interested in card games, I decided to stay in the bedroom, playing games on his computer. I could hear them talking, but I didn't listen until I hear my name.

Basically, the friends wanted some coffee, no big deal until one of them specifically wanted me to serve them. BF told him it was a bad idea, but he shrugged him off, saying that it was natural. The friend come to the bedroom and ask me to serve them coffee and I say “sure”.

When I come to the living room, bf and all the others boys were shocked. BF ask me if I was alright, and I told him with a BIG smile, “sure”. BF started to try hiding a smile before telling his friend I shouldn't have to serve them in his home since I'm a guest too. The others friends were awkward, but the one insisting on me serving them double down saying he was right, and it's natural that as a woman I serve them.

The group told him he went too far, but I agree with him. The place of a woman is in the kitchen, with fire, blades, household product clearly not meant to be swallowed.

Do you wants a classic coffee or an aromatic one ? Bf has hazelnut, Irish and caramel coffee too. By the way, did you know that cyanide actually smell just like almond ? Maybe that why I never saw an almond coffee, we wouldn't notice if there is cyanide in it. Bf birth out laughing, the friend was dumbfounded, and I just continue. (they choose a classic coffee)

Sugar with the coffee ? When I think about it, the most used weapon by women is poison. You know that product, antifreeze, apparently it cannot be detected in the autopsy, that why he was so much uses to poison people, mainly husbands by their wife. The issues were so big that now we do a test specially to see if antifreeze is in the body. (they choose no sugar)

They ask that I change the subject, so I oblige.

Did they know the movie “Black widow” ? (The English title is Lamb to the Slaughter thx biold and Rare-Bumblebee-1803) An very old movie in black and white. It's about a wife who kill her unfaithful husband with a freezing leg of lamb with a hit on the head, just like a baseball bat. She then cooks the lamb and even gives it to eat to the police when they investigate. It's fascinating how she uses her environment, the kitchen, to commit a crime.

Do you wants a cloud of arsenic in your coffee ? Oh, did I say arsenic ? I'm sorry I wanted to say “a cloud of milk”. Don't worry, it's just a little slip of the tongue because I talk about poison for a while now.

Someone ask why women uses poison that much. I just answered. That make sense, after all, some men expect women to serve them and confidently eat everything they made.

I don't know why, but at that very moment, the friend rush to the kitchen, escort me out and say he will make his own coffee. I ask if he was sure, after all I don't mind, I still have a lot of funny stories to share. Is it because of the mention of arsenic and cyanide ? Don't worry, I'm sure bf doesn't have that in his house.

BF was trying to regain his breath while laughing, he managed to say “I told you so”. I got forbidden to enter the kitchen until their friends left that day. I wonder why, I would have made these coffees, I just wanted to share my interest on investigations and crimes. ;)

EDIT : typo

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The original was posted on /r/maliciouscompliance by /u/Best-Cardiologist949 on 2024-07-13 20:26:23+00:00.

When I was in college I worked nights as a housekeeper in the local hospital. The hospital had a cafeteria that closed at 8 pm and a snack bar that only closed from midnight until 1 am. It was always a bear to clean and the floors were the worst part. Once a week some guys would come in and make the most amazing omelets. 10 times as many people came on omelet night and I couldn't start cleaning up until they left at 1230 am. This gave me only 30 minutes to clean. To help me out one of the floor crew guys helped me stack the tables and chair, quickly sweep up the crap on the floor with his humongous dust mop and then he drove his riding floor cleaner(we called it the zamboni) and floors were done in 10 minutes. He didn't have to do this and I was greatful every time he did. 2 years later he retired and I got the job driving the zamboni. I loved that job and was always ahead of schedule. Since that was the case I decided to help out the new hire girl who was now in charge of the snack bar cleaning. We got along great and I really felt like I was helping out. Boy was I wrong.

I'm a large man 6'2" and 250 lbs. I'm also a combat vet and despite being a "big teddy bear " as my wife calls me some people are intimidated by me. I get to work one evening and my boss calls me into the office. It's the first time I 2.5 years that he ever has. He asks me about my relationship with the new girl who cleans the snack bar. I relate how I was always grateful when my predecessor had helped me with it so I tried to pass it along. I asked why. She had filed a complaint against me for sexual harassment! I was stunned. This lady who was old enough to be my mother said that I sought her out every night and forced her to talk to me for 15 minutes or more every night and she feared for her safety. It was inconceivable to me. She never acted at all intimidated and our conversations centered around our jobs, kids, etc. Normal work talk.my manager advised me to stay away from her and not to speak with her again. CUR MALICIOUS COMPLIANCE That night was omelet night. I usually didn't get one because I was always cleaning up after them and didn't have the time but tonight I was famished and ordered 2. I sat there eating them with my trainer who was a sweet old lady my grandma's age. I had of course bought her an omelet as well. We ate and got up just as the omelet guys were leaving. The place was a mess. On our way out the new girl asked me when I would bring the Zamboni by to clean up the floor. I just kept walking as though she wasn't there. As I did my trainer told her oh he's not allowed to do that for you anymore. New girl said but it's his job. That's when my trainer let her know in the sweetest old grandma way that it had never been my job but instead was just me trying to help her. Now however I was supposed to avoid speaking to her at all costs so I would never be doing that again. I didn't stick around to watch her reaction but my trainer said she almost cried when the trainer told her what did you expect when you threw a good young man under the bus. Learned a couple weeks later that she was after my spot on floor crew and thought her accusations would get me fired. I ended up changing jobs 3 months later. I heard through my friends that she tried to get my spot on floor crew and made a big stink when she didn't get the job. She quit shortly after that. It still hurts my heart a little when I think that she would do that to a 23 year old kid with a family. Thank God I had managers who trusted me.

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The original was posted on /r/maliciouscompliance by /u/AppropriateRip9996 on 2024-07-12 17:18:32+00:00.

I was a kid with a snow shovel. I went around the neighborhood and offered to shovel the driveway for $5. I was getting paid. Everyone seemed grateful. One house had a resident with MS and they were happy to pay.

There was one snow-covered driveway left but the boy there refused the $5. He wanted to pay a quarter and I mean $0.25. I had no other driveways to shovel, but I thought to myself that the kid was told to shovel himself and wanted to get out of it for a quarter. I took his deal knowing he would get in trouble if I took a long time to clear the driveway and his mom came home. I took his quarter up front.

So I'm shoveling for a quarter, but for a quarter you get half hearted effort. I'm taking my time and doing an excellent job. Occasionally he yells at me to hurry up. Yeah yeah. Sure. You do remember you paid me a quarter. I'm getting there.

Eventually I'm almost done and mom comes home. She is furious. She demands to know why I'm shoveling the driveway she told her boy to shovel. I told her that her son agreed to pay me a quarter to shovel the driveway. She was furious and gave me $5 before going into the house yelling at the kid.

I probably spent all my money on candy.

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The original was posted on /r/maliciouscompliance by /u/Naromyx on 2024-07-12 06:31:27+00:00.

When I take money from a customer and it's multiple bills I always count it to verfy. Not so much because I think they cant count, but because sometimes bills get stuck together. I had a customer come up and buy a pack of cigarettes. Total comes to a little over $6. She throws a handful of ones down, grabs the pack and starts to walk out. "Ma'am! Just a moment! I need to verify..." "I can count! Keep the change!" So, I put the 7 $1 bills in the till and pocketed the $20 that I found between them.

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The original was posted on /r/maliciouscompliance by /u/Ok_Pomegranate_4344 on 2024-07-12 05:19:30+00:00.

My neighbour's rent their lower suite to their adult daughter, her partner and their child. The daughter has main character syndrome, has yelled at me to stop doing work outside repeatedly, called bylaws on me (for cutting my grass at 4pm on a saturday) and more. She also refuses to help her senior parents do their yardwork, so I continue to cut half their lawn and completely care for the area below their retaining wall. No biggie, it's 1/4 the size of my front yard and flat.

Daughter dearest, however, has continued to scream at me any time I pull out the mower or trimmer, in my own yard. It's aggravating to say the least. At the end of May, she lost her mind for mowing the lower area of the yard and screamed at me to stop, threatening to call the police. So I did exactly that, and I stopped. Then I sent my neighbor a lovely text explaining that her daughter was clearly distressed and asked me to stop. Now each week, I mow to the property line, no further, and that yard has gotten bad. Last week, Daughter Dearest asked me if I could start mowing their lawn again, because her mom was really mad. I declined, said it's too loud and I might get in trouble.

Today, she was out there, manhandling a huge gas mower down 9 stairs and took 25 minutes to mow what takes me 3 minutes, before struggling to get the mower back up.

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The original was posted on /r/maliciouscompliance by /u/Platinum_68 on 2024-07-12 01:28:16+00:00.

So I work at a convenience store and our pos system is in fact a POS so sale prices have to be punched in manually, they don’t register when items are scanned, this includes promotional discounts for buying more than one of a product.

Now most customers understand this and don’t pay it any attention, however there are the odd few I have to explain this to.

One such customer refused my answer and demanded I rescan all her groceries because I’m “ripping her off” I told her that this will actually increase her total cost because she wouldn’t be getting her discounts. She doesn’t believe me so I just do as she asks and scan everything the “proper” way and she was livid when her total was higher.

I end up pawning her off on the manager who explains the exact same thing I had earlier, she gets her original price, and wastes about an hour of her life arguing in a convenience store.

TLDR: Customer accusing me of ripping her off, almost pays extra when I do it her way.

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The original was posted on /r/maliciouscompliance by /u/Legitimate_Employ995 on 2024-07-12 01:05:56+00:00.

It’s been a decade since this happened so I can finally confess my malicious compliance.

I worked at daycare in my early twenties. This was a small independently owned center. Not one of the big companies so there is no one above the big boss. I HATED this job. I was so miserable being in that toxic environment. Yes, toxic in a daycare. The boss would sit in her office and just watch the classrooms from the cameras in the rooms. Now that is a standard practice. Every other place I had been to offered a live feed to the parents. Not this lady—- she was the only one allowed to watch the footage. Her favorite thing to do was watch the footage live, find a reason to call you into her office so she could write up. I got written up for a kid who bit another kid. I was in trouble because even tho I wasn’t in the room, I should have corrected that.

Their time off set up was awful. If I remember correctly, you couldn’t request time off unless you had been there for a year. They didn’t offer PTO either. My bf (now husband 🥰) surprised me with a week long trip to Colorado. I had to go. I needed a vacation. Plus I was poor and it was a free trip. Duh Because of the policy I knew they were not going to let me take off for that. So I lied and said I have to go to Colorado for my aunts funeral.

They legally had to let me take off. But said that I had to bring proof when I got back. I was scared because I wasn’t expecting that. I asked what kind of proof? She listed a few things and funeral program was one of them.

My bfs father had passed the year before and he was put in charge of making the programs. So we came up with a plan. My bf and I got nicer paper than printer paper and made a program for my “aunt Betty”. We needed pictures of her. So I went on Facebook and tried to find someone who matched any descriptions I had given people. After many many many many clicks down the rabbit hole I found a nice, sweet elderly lady and saved some of her pictures.

Now I will remind you I was very young. this was also before people catfishing on dating apps was a thing. So I really thought it was a victimless crime. I have learned and grown and have been put back on the straight and narrow path. Shall we continue?

We made a very convincing program that included her favorite bible verse and a favorite poem. Multiple images showed how vibrant my “aunts” life was. The topper was to make sure it looked like it was stuffed in a bag.

No one ever found out. So shout out to aunt Betty for literally making my vacation happen May you rest in peace 🪦

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The original was posted on /r/maliciouscompliance by /u/Lucario_Stormblade on 2024-07-12 00:39:23+00:00.

Hey Redditers. I get to share another small anecdote of my life as a truck driver, and dealing with bouts of MC, and whatnot. This one took place yesterday, but only heard back from the aftermath of it today.

As a lot of people who dive into my post history, I am a truck driver, been one for almost 10 years now, and have started with a new company late last year. Usually, I have no qualms with this company; until yesterday.

A couple of runs I’ve done in the past with this company has had duplicate paperwork attached to the Bills of Lading; so, to save time and headaches, I usually scan in the signed version, and call it a day. That usually doesn’t cause problems, as Payroll is aware of duplication, and they completely understand.

Recently, our company was acquired by another company, and we have to do things “their way”. First thing they did, was crack down on the duplication issue, requiring ALL pieces of the Bill of Lading to be scanned in, and not just the signed versions. Ok, as my BOLs are only about 3-5 pages, 10 at the most.

Well, I finished my first 4 stop run yesterday, and the shipper, in their infinite wisdom, thought it would be a brilliant idea to duplicate the first 6 pages of the BOL, for each stop! On top of that, there was also some miscellaneous sheets of paper pertaining to each particular stop, attached in their own cluster. In case you lost track, that’s 24 sheets of paper, just for the duplicates!

Naturally, when I finished the last stop, I called payroll, and asked them if I really needed to send ALL the papers for the BOLs, or could I get away with just sending them the signed portions. Nope, “according to new policy, all the paperwork included in the BOL must be scanned in, or you won’t get paid on the load.” Fine then. You wanna drown in paperwork, be my guest.

Cue the MC!

I pulled into a truck stop, to find a TRANSFLO kiosk, as it would be the only thing that would be able to handle such a daunting task. I stack my papers neatly, and start the process. 77 pages later; I was done TRANSFLO’ing everything to Payroll. I double checked my work, and submitted.

This morning, I get a phone call from Payroll. “In the future, when you have so many pages in your BOL, if you could eliminate all duplicate pages, and just send us the signed forms, that would be great.” Okay… guess you didn’t like that wave of paper any more than I did sending it…