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The original was posted on /r/maliciouscompliance by /u/Perfect-Scene9541 on 2024-04-03 21:36:11.

Was on call rotation. Beeper went off, go into work. This was in the day when the beeper just went off. You had to know who to call. No LED screen with a number. Just audio.

But I digress. Working at a hospital & once or twice a week the beeper goes off. Call, 3rd floor radiology. Already I know the issue. The night XRay transcriptionist has removed the paper so he can work on his personal Japanese language class. We could never prove it. This is a dot matrix printer with normally triplicate forms (again, a long time ago). He can’t get the forms back in? Calls the operator. Who calls the beeper.

One night we’re working very late/early. Beeper goes off & I’m onsite with a coworker. We’d just set up a God account. For fun. We did a terminal to terminal message, “I know what you’re doing!” What we didn’t know was you can’t use the maximum number for priority on a user account. Result? Mainframe crashes.

For clarity message would read:

MESSAGE FROM GOD: I KNOW WHAT YOU’RE DOING!

We call the hospital (operator can’t see where from), “Be there in about 30.” Normal response time. About 30 minutes later we head up to the 3rd floor. Guy is white as a sheet. Change out the paper. No words are exchanged.

After that night? NEVER got a call from 3rd floor radiology. Probably means he saw the message on the screen before everything went dark on the computer.

We fixed the priority value so we didn’t crash the mainframe again. Laugh about it to this day, decades later!

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The original was posted on /r/maliciouscompliance by /u/MrsKnockers81 on 2024-04-03 17:59:23.

A bit of a back story: I divorced my ex a little over 9 years ago after 14 years of marriage. I won’t go into the specifics as to why, but suffice it to say he was a lying, cheating jerk. Early on during the marriage I tended to not be all that assertive until I finally had my fill and grew a backbone. He hated that. He did not like hearing the word “no” from me or in doing things my own way.

So fast forward to a month after we were officially divorced. He was in his new place and I was in my house (formally the house we shared) with our sons, but he still had a ton of his stuff there. Stuff I didn’t want even though I paid for a lot of it, but stuff I knew he really wanted. He finally reached out and demanded, not asked, demanded I send him his stuff. Just toss it all in boxes and send it over to him. (His exact words.) Mind you he was only about 10 miles away from me at that point and could’ve easily come over to do it himself. He didn’t want to do that because he’d have to see me. Something he was actively trying not to do.

Cue the MC.

Now a lot of what he had were collectibles. No details, but some of it was fairly expensive and fragile. So I did as he asked. Correction, demanded. I tossed it all into numerous boxes. Now some of the truly expensive items, I did take great care in packing them, only because I knew my sons would probably eventually want them. But for the stuff I knew my ex really wanted and care a lot about, nah. I just tossed it all in a box without a care in the world. Now I did inspect everything and, while I just dumped them in boxes, nothing was damaged by me. I also took pictures of it to prove it. So once I closed them all up, I told him to either to get his ass over to pick it up or get someone to do it for him. He got someone to do it.

Now I was not at the house when this person picked everything up, but my sons and sister were. They did not know how everything was packed. They only showed him the boxes. They told me that the person who picked up the boxes quite literally just tossed them into the back of his pick-up without a care in the world and then sped away.

Later that night I got a call from my ex who started calling me a bitch for destroying all his stuff. I told him that everything was fine before I closed the boxes up and I had proof of it. I then said that maybe next time be a bit nicer to me when making “requests” and reminded him he demanded I that I “toss it all in boxes”, but he didn’t tell me to be gentle in doing so.

I hung up on him and proceeded to enjoy my celebratory glass of wine that evening hoping that he was enjoying the shattered remains.

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The original was posted on /r/maliciouscompliance by /u/vrtigo1 on 2024-04-03 01:00:11.

My employer was a medium sized business (approx 50 employees at the time) and I happened to live right across the street (about 3/4 mile) from our office.

Shortly after I started working there, they asked me if I would mind being listed as a contact for the burglar alarm since all of the facilities / admin people lived pretty far away and I was right across the street. They said any time the burglar alarm goes off, someone has to drive over to meet the police. Don't ask me why, I don't really understand the policy. At the time, I was a young naive recent college grad and figured I would try to be helpful and told them I didn't mind.

Our internal company policy was if you accidentally set the alarm off, you immediately call the people on the alarm company's list, in order, so they know it's a false alarm and they can tell the alarm company to ignore it.

At the outset, this worked pretty well. I'd get a few false alarm calls a year but I'd always get an apologetic call from the employee that set the alarm off so I would just tell the alarm company to ignore it.

Then the company started growing and we started having more and more false alarms as we had new employees that would forget about the alarm, and then we started having employees that would ignore the policy and would just leave after setting the alarm off without notifying anybody.

After I got wise to this, I started telling the alarm company to ignore everything even if I didn't get a call because we started getting charged false alarm fees and I figured there was a 99% chance it was a false alarm. I figured we shouldn't waste the time of the police or waste company money paying false alarm fees. I brought this up in a meeting with our COO and they shit a brick and insisted that we couldn't ignore alarm events because what if someone really did break in and somebody was working late? They could be at risk. So I said, OK, staff need refresher training because they aren't following the policy to notify me of false alarms, so we're going to have a ton of police dispatches for false alarm events. COO minimizes the issue and insists the current policy is fine and no retraining is necessary, so cue malicious compliance.

Anytime I got an alarm call without someone notifying me of a false alarm, I followed the policy and had them send the police.

There were two or three false alarm calls where the police showed up, found nothing, and sent us a bill.

The very next call, I sent the police like the policy said and right as they were pulling up, they saw a vehicle pulling out of the parking lot and chased it. The employee that got chased? Yeah, it was the CEO. In addition to getting chased, he ended up getting cited for speeding as well.

The next day, COO tries to pin this on me like it's somehow my fault, to which I reply "I just followed the policy you gave me". The next day the entire company went through refresher training on alarm procedures and I was taken off the alarm call list. I count it as a win.

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The original was posted on /r/maliciouscompliance by /u/PutCharacter6528 on 2024-04-02 01:45:34.

Let it be known that this story isn't coming from someone delivering malicious compliance, but rather I was the victim. 🎶DUN DUN DUUUUUN!!!🎶 In all seriousness, it's a funny story that me and my mother look back fondly on.

To preface this, I had a bit of a drinking problem. Not with alcohol, but with soda. As a kid whenever we go out to eat, my drink of choice was Dr. Pepper, Pibb Xtra or similar drinks like that. Throughout the waiting time, dinner and as we're finishing up and waiting for the check, I would get refill after refill. My mother would comment that I drink like a fish. You get the idea.

This happened in a local Mexican restaurant and bar where we had a family dinner. It was me, my sister, my mother and my step father and step brother at the time. We sat at the table and ordered our meals. By the time our plates were brought to the table, I had already downed 2 tall glasses of soda. As we were eating our meals, I would get refill after refill of more and more soda.

When I had asked the waiter for my 5th, maybe 6th refill, my mother was understandably annoying. Most likely, the waiter was even more annoyed having to go back and forward so frequently just to quench my thirst, but then he had an idea. With none of us the wiser, he plotted some juicy revenge.

While we were finishing up, the waiter had snuck to the bar to find the biggest beer mug he could find, one that can hold a gallon of liquid. Then he went to the soda fountain to fill that mug up to the brim. To add insult to injury, he even grabbed like 5 ice cubes and plopped them in. He presented his masterpiece of karma right in front of me and with a smug look, he put my straw in. That straw just sank to the bottom as is was just too short for this absolute pool of soda.

My entire table was just howling with laughter as I sat there, mouth agape and taking it all in. I soon regained enough composure to joking say, "Now that's more like it," laughing through my embarrassment. I barely had a sip from that cup before deciding I'm done. My relatives commended the waiter for making their day while I apologized for my gluttony.

We still go back to the restaurant from time to time, talking about that event like the fond memory it is. I, of course, don't drink as much anymore and try to keep my sodas in moderation, going for the zero sugar ones or even drinking alternatives like tea. Looks like revenge IS best served cold.

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The original was posted on /r/maliciouscompliance by /u/smalltownflair on 2024-04-01 22:54:02.

Not sure how malicious this is but it was about as close as I had ever come.

This took back in the early 80’s long before graduated licences. My birthday falls on Victoria Day long weekend and just afterwards I was able to write my 365/ beginners licence. I had drivers education through the summer and near the end of August completed the training and went into the Ministry to book my G drivers test (Ontario Canada).

I came home and told my parents that I needed the car early Wednesday morning and my mother put a stop to that right away saying that she wanted me to have winter driving experience before I could take the test. So I clarified that I could take it in the spring.

In all honesty I couldn’t fault her for wanting that. Our winters back then were bad. If the highway wasn’t closed once a week due to snow storms we were having a good winter.

So, I went back to the ministry and cancelled my test for that upcoming week.

Fast forward through the winter to March. I went back to my mother and said that I again needed the car for my test and she immediately said no. I responded that she said I could get it in the spring and she said it’s not spring yet. I told her my test was on March 21st. The first day of spring. The look on her face was priceless and the laughter my dad had was even better. He looked at my mom and said, “well he’s got you there!”

I got my licence that day. Passed with flying colours.

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The original was posted on /r/maliciouscompliance by /u/smeghead9916 on 2024-04-01 19:52:29.

This is an incident where I refused to maliciously comply because it would have resulted in someone getting hurt, and was then proven right. Sorry if this isn’t allowed.

I work in the distribution centre for an electrical appliance brand. I’m a forklift operator, we use fork trucks to transport smaller appliances on pallets, such as microwaves and vacuum cleaners, but we use counterbalance trucks with clamp attachments for transporting large appliances, such as washing machines and fridges. Our fridges can be packaged two different ways, sometimes they are in boxes (with polystyrene for protection), and sometimes there is just plastic over the polystyrene. The plastic packaged fridges are slippery and can sometimes slip from the clamps, while the boxed fridges don’t slip easily because there is more friction, this is important to the story.

This morning, I was tipping a container full of fridges, they were all plastic packaged. To fit as much as possible on the container, the loaders put fridges lying on their side on top of fridges that are standing upright. These top fridges can be fiddly to take out, and once out they are placed on what I call “the flipper”, which is a pile of pallets stuck together with a flat board stuck on top, we use the edge to rotate the fridge upright.

As I was taking one of these top fridges out it slipped within the clamp, I still had a hold of it, but it was now at an angle with the top pointing towards the ground, and now almost impossible to put down without damaging it. We don’t get in trouble for damages, management accepts that stuff gets damaged sometimes, also most damages are just to the packaging, so they just need to be repackaged. However, we try to save something if we can, this was not one of the times where this would be likely.

One of my coworkers still wanted to save it, and was standing behind the flipper ready to grab it. He told me to open my clamps slightly and let it fall slowly…this only works with boxed fridges, there is no friction to stop or slow down a plastic wrapped fridge, even with the tiniest amount of slack. Where he was standing, he was in danger of being hit by the fridge, and I told him so, the other guys chimed in and told me to let it go, and I refused until he moved away, which he finally did. As predicted, I opened my clamps the tiniest amount and it dropped fast, with the back end bouncing upwards right to where his face would have been. Had I maliciously complied, he might have ended up with a broken nose or jaw.

“Told you,” I said.

Despite the drop, there was minimal damage, just a small crack in the polystyrene.

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The original was posted on /r/maliciouscompliance by /u/Barjack521 on 2024-04-01 19:10:44.

Obligatory posting on mobile so formatting blah blah blah. So now the story.

This happened back when the earth was young and MTV still played music videos in the ancient age known as 1997. I was 13 and spending yet another weekend helping my dad with yard work and home improvement projects. (Not complaining, I learned a lot about home repair and rather than get a shitty teen job in retail my dad paid me to assist him up until I left for college). Now just because I didn’t hate it doesn’t mean I was a little 13 year old shit however.

On this day we were putting up a trellis in the garden for plants to grow up. Simple job, sink two posts, cement them in place and fit the trellis between them. My dad gave me a post hole digger, which if you’re not familiar with looks like someone glued chopsticks to a pistachio shell so you could open and close it with a hinge . He showed me the spot for the first post and said dig it as deep as you can. So I went and made a foot deep hole thinking that was enough to sink the 6 foot posts we had. He comes back and tells me not to be lazy and dig deeper, in fact “keep digging until I tell you it’s deep enough”.

So that’s where my malicious compliance came in, I knew he would be back from the garage in about half an hour so I went to town on this hole. I didn’t stop for a break and just kept digging until the post hole digger fit in the hole completely and I couldn’t open it to lift dirt out. At that point I taped a spade to a branch and made the hole even deeper.

When he came back he said something along the lines of “let’s see if you did it properly this time” and he drops the 6 foot post into the hole where it promptly disappears. There was a momentary look of shock on his face then he started laughing, like bent over, can’t catch your breath laughing. To this day I have never seen the man laugh as hard as that. When he was done he told me that I guess I did what he told me but now I would have to figure out how to fish the post out of the hole. Luckily it was only a foot or so below the surface and we got it out easily enough.

To this day my dad still tells this story as a warning about giving vague instructions.

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The original was posted on /r/maliciouscompliance by /u/AlgerElric on 2024-04-01 07:58:10.

I would never have thought I would have a personal entry in this subreddit since I'm mostly a lurker here but here goes.

My wife and I take turns in tutoring my son who just started school this school year. He is generally doing well in school but we still tutored him over the weekend to give him the impression that school is serious and that we were intent in him taking it seriously.

My son rarely pays attention whenerver we tutor him during the weekend as he just wants to play with his siblings (we have 3 kids and my son is the eldest, not really relevant with the story). And whenever he would pay attention, just stays silent whenever he doesn't know answers to questions or would answer with the most soft voice he could muster (despite the fact that he was very loud and very talkative when playing or in general). I would often scold him for this and he still persists on doing this everytime (the not answering and answering softly thing).

On to his malicious complaince. My wife was tutoring him yesterday afternoon when during turtoring she could barely get and answer out of him or was answering very softly. My wife had had enough and finally scolded him for answering this way and asked him to answer loudly whenever someone would ask him a question. Anyone who is used to this subreddit probably knows by now where this story is going, this kid proceeded to scream all the answers to my wife's questions for the rest of their tutor session. Where was I the whole time you ask? ROTFLing beside them at the fact that my son managed to pull this off. My wife couldn't really do anything about it since I was the "strict" parent.

EDIT: I would like to clarify that this tutoring is only a review of the week's lesson and would generally last from 10 to 20 minutes only. Also, what he did was not acting out but just being playful. This is why he was never reprimanded for what he did because we know he is like this. It wasn't like full blown shouting or anything more like playful shouting. He is also a very vocal kid and whenerver he doesn't like to review because he is tired or would prefer to play first he would tell us. We never force the issue because after all he is still too young and needs his space to play, sing, dance and interact with his siblings and friends (in fact we encourage him to do this more than the reviewing). Sadly it just needs to be done and the teacher sometimes asks us to do this so there's that.

Also just read the definition of toddler and I might have referred to him as a toddler on comments my son is five 😁 my bad 😁

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The original was posted on /r/maliciouscompliance by /u/Additional_Guitar_85 on 2024-04-01 04:17:14.

My (male) hair got quite long when I was in my senior year of high school. In a pearl-clutching southern town, this got me a fair amount of flack, but the worst was from my dad. He'd always been kind of a tyrant, and his anger was unbearable in my later teens, so I avoided him as much as possible around the house. One day he decided he'd had enough of my long hair, so he walked behind me with scissors and snicked them menacingly. I jumped up and snapped at him and he shouted back something to the effect of, "If you're living under MY roof, you'll follow MY rules!"

So the next day while he was at work I moved out. I didn't even say "bye." Living in my own apartment while in high school was fun and had some perks. When I skipped class, the school would call my apartment to tell me, "Your child was not at school today" Lol.

Edit: he didn't actually cut my hair. Also, the fallout was that he was a lot better to be around from then on. I think he realized that if he wanted to have a relationship with his son, he was going to have to not be such a you-know-what

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The original was posted on /r/maliciouscompliance by /u/LizziTaylorsversion on 2024-03-30 21:17:20.

Hey there, I'm not sure if this belongs here, but I found it pretty funny. Yesterday was Good Friday, and even though I don't remember ever having this restriction wile growing up, I was getting dressed while listening to music in the morning. When I walked out, my mom told me to turn off the music because it was Good Friday and music shouldn't be played. Honestly I chuckled at the church's rules. I told her that God should have more important things to worry about than a girl listening to music at home,  She said nothing. Here's when the fun part comes in. I decided that if I couldn't listen to music on my phone or using Alexa, I would play it myself on the piano. Mom couldn't say anything because she always tells me she wants me to practice a lot. So I spent almost the whole day playing piano, singing, and playing the violin. I would had played anyways but I ended of turning up the volume more than usual, even though she had said it was a day for reflection and silence

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The original was posted on /r/maliciouscompliance by /u/zikfrect0r on 2024-03-30 09:01:51.

long ago, in my school, we had a computer lab close to nature, soil, garden and trees. so when it rains, worms crawl into the lab for shelter.

on this fateful day of malice, it was raining and we had a class in the lab. a worm was wiggling around near my chair, in its journey away from rain

and me being a school going child having a repulsion of worms, was uncomfortable with it being there, focusing on where it's crawling to and relocating it away from me, rather than the class.

near this was a teacher who had came to the lab to check her email or something. she being a teacher, i mentioned bout the worm to her but she felt the need to advise me on the harmlessness of the worm and my lack of focus when in class, to let it be and not disturb her when working, rather than resolving the issue of the worm’s presence

being stuck btw an advice entity that wants me to focus on the class, and the presence the worm, i chose to appease the entity for now and got back into listening about daemons or something.

but, the feeling of repulsion and the fear of worm was still there. soo i kept glancing at the trajectory of doom in intervals and to my dread, it was coming towards me.

after like 5-6 mins of this, as if my uncomfort willed chance in my favor, my teacher taking the class called me up to come and answer some question on the board ... so off i went, out of the worm's presence, to mess around in front of the class.

while coming back, i saw the worm was right behind my chair, so me being proud of having answered in front of the class and all, kicked the worm in my stride, away from my chair … it landed near to the advice teacher's chair.

i saw the worm lying there coiled up due to the disturbance of the kick

i saw it uncoil and continue its stride

i saw it for the last time as it disappeared under the advise teacher's saree

this caused a sense of calm to set in, idk why … i was comfortable with the situation and as per her advice, i got back to focusing on the class and not disturbing her by mentioning the situation. later, ig when the advice teacher was done with whtever she had came to do, she enquired about the worm to me, and i said i saw it crawl beneath her saree

i still remember the expression she had when i said that, it was beautiful

to see an adult, who once spoke about the harmlessness of the worm, jump up from her chair and shake away at her saree thinking the worm’s on it, searching for it.

the worm was never found, she calmed down after jumping around for sometime since it made a scene for the whole class to not focus on the lecture

she did slap me on my arm, but i feel a weird sense of joy, even today … the sudden chaos, her fear and the worm that i never saw again.

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The original was posted on /r/maliciouscompliance by /u/dnabsuh1 on 2024-03-30 01:27:10.

I just watched some MC that was so beautiful it almost made me cry.

I live in NJ. A few years ago, a law was passed saying that stores can't give plastic bags, but may sell bags that last for over 100 (125?) visits.

Because of this law, people have to remember to put their bags back in their cars and take them to the grocery store, which sometimes you forget. I've forgotten a few times, and just loaded the groceries in the cart, take them to the car, dump them in and then grab some bags or boxes when I get home.

My local grocery store has self check out lanes for people with 20 items or less, and any larger order has to use the cashier. No big deal, its usually easier with the large order anyway. When you go to the cashier, they have to put 'SOLD' stickers on the larger items that won't go into a bag- i.e. a gallon of milk, bags of dog food,...

Here's the MC. There was a 'kid' (late teens/early 20's) in front of me who had a lot of smaller items, and a couple large items. He also did not have any bags. The cashier looked at his load, and said their manager is enforcing putting a sticker on anything that goes in the cart loose, so he should buy a bag for $1. Kid replies- sure, give me one bag. The cashier grabs the bag and starts scanning, the kid takes the large boxes of cereal and fills the bag, then says the bag is full, I guess you need to put a sticker on the other items. The Cashier smirks, and takes each item, scans it, puts a sticker on it, then scans the next thing - this was things like 1 banana, 1 apple, 1 orange, cans of soup, etc. Probably 20-30 things that would have been a tight fit in the one bag.

When it was my turn at the counter, the cashier just looked at me and said 'please tell me you brought your bags'

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The original was posted on /r/maliciouscompliance by /u/cth on 2024-03-29 23:25:19.

Hey!

I have a friend who works for digital agencies doing analytics for fortune 500 corps. Let's call him Dan. And usually those agencies don't do much more than proxying the contractor and surcharging a percentage on every hour. They actually rarely contribute anything to the work process or end product. They sometimes wouldn't even have a PM/Account manager involved. They would just literally resell the contractor.

And usually those agencies are smart enough to shut the heck up and not bother the client or the contractor. They know that they actually have no reasonable justification for the surcharge.

Well, in this case Dan's agency (I think it was Cardinal Path at the time) suddenly started asking for more detailed timesheets. You see, more senior contractors usually won't bother. They would have some generic one-liner like: "worked" and 8hrs charged towards that. Because it's not really worth it to go and detail everything. The client would know what work the contractor would have done anyhow, so they would approve the timesheets if they don't exceed the weekly limit, which is 40 hours usually.

My friend, of course, pushed back and asked the client whether they needed that level of detail. The client had no problems with the timesheets whatsoever, and when he raised it with the agency's manager, they informed him that it was a new corporate policy or something to that extent.

Well, Dan had to comply. And he started charging the agency for it. He started adding time expenses unrelated to the client work. Stuff the agency casually got used to getting for free: two-factor authentications, trashy corporate mass-emails, any kind of correspondence with the agency staff like accountants, account managers, PMs, IT; useless recurring learning courses, etcetra, etcetra and, of course, the time wasted on timesheets. In total it would have effectively been anywhere from four to eight hours/week. He got himself almost one whole paid day off effectively.

He told the client that his capacity on fridays would have been lessened due to the new rules the agency pushed, so he blocked the whole day to avoid any meetings. That would effectively leave his whole friday to himslef. The client actually kinda liked it cuz fridays were half days off normally for their regular staff, plus no production releases were allowed on Fridays anyhow, but they couldn't enforce the half-days on contractors. And basically what it meant to the client is that they would have to pay less to the agency for Fridays.

Now not only the agency lost 4-8 hours/week of their profit, they now introduced an expense cuz those 4-8 hours they lost now suddenly became a liability that they had to pay for cuz these hours were billable, of course. Dan's hour back then was over $100, but let's just pretend it was a hundred per hour. The agency likely charged at least double, so $200/h. so the net difference would have been $100*6h = $600 from their net revenue plus $100*6h that they would have to now to pay our of their own pocket. $1200/week. Not bad. Seems a reasonable cost for a more detailed timesheet, eh?

They freaked out. There was a lot of back and forth. In the end... What? You think they removed the requirement? You haven't worked much for bureaucracies, eh? No, they just went with it, lulz. My dear friend worked there for another year effectively having fridays off and then left the agency when they started pushing new corporate contracts onto the contractors. And the new contracts were kinda unreasonable. Asked for some odd things, one of which would be to fill the timesheets immediately after a given task was completed. Heh. He pushed back, but the director at the agency claimed they couldn't change anything in the contracts since these new contracts were coming from Dentsu, the parent agency that would have apparently acquired Cardinal Path around that time.

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The original was posted on /r/maliciouscompliance by /u/Dranask on 2024-03-29 12:42:26.

This happened years ago but as I was reminded of it yesterday:

I had AH of a Sales Manager (IT system Sales), who would micromanage everything. He was a caffeine & nicotine addict to boot always living on the edge, in some ways I understood his drive for ultimate perfection but...., sadly he died from stress in his 50s. Whilst this is not his story he was the cause, I went above him to the Sales Director for help and was put on a course.

‘How to Manage and manage your Manager.’I was pleased I'd been listened to and happily set of to go on the external course.

Like many course there’s a lot of waffle and then we got to the role play which I complained about as it wasn’t very realistic and certainly didn’t reflect what I had to deal with.

Smug presenter said OK, you be your manager, told ‘X' to be the victim saying to him I’ll show you and the others how to easily deal with this situation.

Cue Malicious Compliance.

So I became my Manager, and I had learnt a lot on how to be a total AH, I played him to the hilt, never abusive or loud, that was never my bosses style, every argument he suggested to ‘X’ I quashed, I was completely in the frame, being argumentative, petty and obtuse and more importantly rewinding back to correct earlier parts of the discussion.

After 10-15 minutes he suggested I take a more conciliatory stance as I was being unreasonable, I pointed out that this was my Manager’s behaviour and I can’t ask him to be conciliatory, but as I'd achieved my objective and shown how pointless his course was I obliged.

At the end he turned around to say that’s how to do it. I laughed and said you were completely unable to deal with ‘My Manager’, I can’t ask him to be reasonable like you did me. This course has been of no value to me at all.

EDIT - After my report back to the Sales Director they stopped using them and in fact started their own in house training courses.

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The original was posted on /r/maliciouscompliance by /u/Feisty_Bee_7779 on 2024-03-28 21:09:43.

I work as an Account Manager for a Food Distribution company. I have an NDA, so I can't disclose the type of materials or type of project, so that will be relatively vague, but the story is still good.

Okay, so we work with a chain account and service all of their locations in our state. This is a relatively small, but global chain, that is historically, VERY challenging to work with. Management is aggressive, pushy, just not nice. Our company is a tiny, family owned and operated company full of nice goofballs. We don't take things too seriously, provide great service, and put up with honestly, way too much from them.

We're their contracted distributor. There are a few items in the contract that no one follows and hasn't followed for years. One of those being, Monthly Pricing Audits. No one from their corporate had ever asked for it, but we never brought it up because our pricing is not always consistent with the 'contracted' price we are supposed to charge the locations. Reason being, is we're often able to get a product for cheaper elsewhere and also sell to our other accounts outside of this chain; so, we're not always compliant, but it's always for the benefit of the customer.

Well, our direct contact at the company quit, and the head honcho over there, stepped in to take her place. He insisted that we begin sending Monthly Pricing Audits, per the contract. Mind you, this guy is just nasty. I've had to drive around to every location in the state to recover a product the locations use less than ~1 case a year of, because they wanted to teach us a lesson for running out of something ONE TIME. They assign us 'complaint forms' that I have to go into their site and resolve the complaint. It's usually about something stupid: ex. "you said that you were going to receive a product on this day, but you didn't tell us if you got it yet, please write out your 5 step action plan and solution to being better partners to us." UGHHHH.

So anyways, we dragged out the audits for a while, but were unable to avoid it, so we brought up another item in the contract that had been neglected in attempts to be like, if you're going to enforce this, we're going enforce the WHOLE CONTRACT. It stated that if we were carrying an item for this account that moved less than X number of cases a week, that we would be able to charge a 'storage fee' per month that it sat in our warehouse. They said, yes, we need to be following the contract 100%.

WELL. We found that almost 90% of the products did not move X number of cases a week and were eligible for a storage fee to be added on. The language stated that we were to also back-charge for the months that it sat in the warehouse that we did not charge storage, which meant that there were items that had a price increase of ~$30 PER CASE. That's RIDICULOUS. Especially for a restaurant in our state. We alerted the company and said hey...while this would be more money for us, we really don't want to do that to our customers. They said, it didn't matter and we had to follow the contract and if any stores complained, I was to send them directly to their Corporate rep.

So, the updated Contract Pricing went into effect, effectively bumping up pricing on their most popular items by about 10% and the Storage Pricing by about 30% on their lowest moving items, increasing overall pricing by about 25%.

Stores are LIVID. It totally sucks for them and I feel super badly about it, but it's a result of their Corporate being A Holes. The best part, is now I get these complaint things about pricing all day long and I just get to tag their corporate representatives to deal with it instead. I have less work and we make about 25% more off an account. They wanted us to follow the contract, right?

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The original was posted on /r/maliciouscompliance by /u/According-Sugar-520 on 2024-03-28 15:09:48.

So someone in my department at work isn’t pulling their weight so everyone in the department across all branches has to now do this little tally sheet of how much of each task we do every day and how long it takes us. I call it a babysitting sheet…we’ve been doing them for a year as of May 1st. At this point most managers don’t care if we turn it in every day as long as we get them in every week. But one manager is a micromanager (and not even the manager of my branch). It’s been a busy week…I was going to send management my sheets at the end of th week Like a lot of other people do. Instead the micromanager from another branch emails me like “oh I haven’t gotten any sheets from you in a week” and doesn’t even cc my manager on the email….so, she wanted the sheets…I sent them.

I sent her an apology email. Then I sent each sheet…in a separate email…and separate attachment. So now she has 5 emails from me in her inbox. And….just to be petty since she asks us to write EVERYTHING we do all day…I wrote “emailed (manager) my tally sheet” and then put 5 tallies next to it.

Not the most juicy malicious compliance but I’m pretty satisfied with my level of passive aggression today

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The original was posted on /r/maliciouscompliance by /u/NotImpressed12345 on 2024-03-28 01:59:04.

For context, I work for a call center. We handle customer questions, complaints, and help process transactions on the persons account. Also on mobile so apologies for formatting TL:DR at the end because this one might not be light reading.

3rd call of the day, I receive a distressed woman who is needing to take out a withdrawal to help pay for rent because she received a notice to vacate. I give my usual greeting and let her know I'll be helping her today. I set up my plan of going over her contact information and them providing information on any withdrawal availability.

I start with confirming her address and all hell breaks loose. I drowned her goldfish, I ran over her dog and, I mowed over her bunny rabbits in the backyard.

She proceeded to scream at me when I attempted to give her instructions on how to update the address. She told me very boldly that she will not be calling anyone and that it is my job to fix the problem. Due to her employment status, I am unable to update address information and we have to send them back to their HR for an update. I kept trying to explain it to her on why I couldn't but she wouldn't listen.

When I was finally able to get a word in, I explained to her that I would be unable to process her withdrawal request for her reasons stated. Due to an IRS guideline the address on file must match the address on the notice. Since it does not, I could not help her. Oh boy, she then started screaming at me.

She kept telling me that it's my fault this happened and that I need to fix this situation. Now, my job has a zero tolerance for escalated participants. I could have easily put her on hold and reached out to our escalations team. I decided that I would keep the call because she wasn't threatening me in any way, just being unreasonable.

I attempted again to give her information on who she could speak with but she kept talking over me. I finally hear her blurt out, "Stop talking. You talk too much and you're not answering my questions."

Cue the malicious compliance. I went silent. She started talking and asked questions. I didn't say a peep. I should have put her on hold but I decided to see what else she had to say while I was doing what she asked.

After a few minutes, I honestly thought she was going to hang up, I finally chimed in. "Oh. Did you want me to speak now? Because earlier you didn't want to hear what information I was trying to give you. Are you ready for it now?"

She was still screaming at me. I attempted one more time to get her the information she was wanting but she wouldn't stop talking over me. I even paused quite a few times so she could just say whatever other nonsense she had to say.

Eventually, she hung up out of frustration. I reiterated a few times that I want to help her but I will not fight for the right to speak over her.

TL:DR - Woman called in frustrated and escalated to super pissed and angry. She refused to let me speak and eventually told me to stop talking so I did.

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The original was posted on /r/maliciouscompliance by /u/Normal_Fishing9824 on 2024-03-27 23:42:50.

I work in a medium size tech company. IT securely periodically send out fake phishing emails and if you click the links you get enrolled in phishing awareness courses.

All of this is quite sensible.

However, IT also send round emails which are very phishy. They'll come from an odd sender, trying to instil a sense of urgency, often asking you to do some odd thing with your computer "install this software and ignore the warning", "click on the link to this external site"

Here's the malicious compliance, I'm pretty sure when it is an IT email, but as it's asking me to do things that are warned against in the phishing training I'll always report as suspicions.

I have a feeling it's not just me. Now any time IT send such an email they prior warn us in slack. Highlighting it's a real email and asking us not to report.

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The original was posted on /r/maliciouscompliance by /u/Tosspot99 on 2024-03-27 19:46:21.

Many moons ago I spent my youth in the Army. I worked in Comms and spent some excellent years doing dumb shit, with some of the best guys and girls you could ever meet.

One of those years of my misspent youth I was deployed to a hot and sandy location. This length of deployment was unusual for me as most deployments in the British Army are 6 months. The extra time was due to us being one of the first units deployed and after supporting the initial deployment they requested volunteers to remain and support and train some of the relieving units and newly deployed logistics Headquarters (HQ). At this stage in my career I had been lucky enough to jump from deployment to deployment and I was loving the extra money that that gave me so I happily volunteered to stay.

I was tasked with supporting one of the logistics HQ's. I'd run that detachment earlier in the deployment and was happy to return as it was far away from the main HQ and all the bored adults and seniors that the HQ brings. Think sweeping the desert, that kind of thing.

Our little detachment was a oasis in a sea of bullshit. It was just 6 guys and girls with me as the Detachment Commander, I was a Corporal (Cpl/fullscrew) at the time. The isolated nature of our Det meant that anyone sent there had to be able to operate independently, be very adaptable and open to improvise to support where required. Our main unit also liked to send us there trouble makers, but due to the nature of the Det, they could only send us people who could do their role also. So I ended up with all the best and most interesting scum of my unit, and it was amazing. For any yanks reading it would have been a E4 Mafia paradise.

Within weeks we had a patio and rock garden set up. We had a BBQ pit, shower area, gym. We'd sorted a deal with the local civilian contractors for us to receive beer in exchange for our help in vehicle and generator servicing. The best part was due to us being a Comms det, it was restricted entry to our area so we were free from any surprise visits.

Now that I've set out the back story, I'll get onto the Malicious Compliance.

The HQ we were supporting was regularly rotating its Senior Non-Commissioned Officers (SNCO) and Officers from the deployment. They'd do the minimum time to qualify for a medal and they they'd get replaced with someone new. It was a shitty practice that eventually got shut down, but not till much later deployments. We were fairly used to this by now and the only overhead we had has creating new accounts for the seniors. The guys who actually did the work, my peer group in the HQ, stayed the same mostly.

This latest rotation saw the old Regimental Quartermaster Sergeant (RQMS) being replaced by a newly promoted RQMS. This new guy was a prick. Full of his own self importance. Hated that we had a little island of bullshit free tranquillity within his eyesight. I'd see him pacing outside our fence line when he first arrived, unable to comprehend that he wasn't allowed to just walk in. By this point I had been in this location for about 6 months and I was thoroughly past the point of giving any fucks. The RQMS hated that he had to deal with me, a lowly fullscrew as OC of the Det, and myself and crew of reprobates was out of his chain of command. One day he absolutely lost his shit because we were BBQing half a goat and had invited a few of his guys to join us after work for some beers and delicious goat wraps. By this stage we'd used hessian to fence off our BBQ and bar area so that we could obscure it from prying eyes. He went off to get some of his units Regimental Police (RP's, these are not real military police, just jobsworths with no real job in a unit) to come and shut us down. I told them to jog on, they weren't getting in my det and I don't care who sent them. Apparently the next day he was apoplectic.

The guys who worked with him warned us he was determined to bring my Det to heel. His solution was removing our welfare package, that we were issued through his Department as a favour from his guys for some services that we were providing. It consisted of a small fridge, tv and British Forces Broadcasting Service TV Decoder (BFBS Box). The conversation went roughly as thus:

RQMS: Cpl Tosspot. It appears that there has been a paperwork error and you have been given one of my welfare packages by mistake.

Me: OK Sir. I'd be happy to fill that in. Shall I drop by your office?

RQMS: You can drop by my office and bring the package, but you wont be filling in any paperwork Cpl. You may have wrangled the last RQ but as far as I'm concerned you lot can do one if you think your getting that welfare package back off me. And if there's anything else that I find that isn't 100% correct paperwork wise then I be shutting that right down. You may not be mine, and I may not be able to enter you little compound, but I'm going to have you son. Every resup demand, every transport request better be completed correctly. I'm going to make your lives hell with paperwork and admin.

Que malicious compliance.

Me: I'm sorry to hear that Sir. I'm sorry you feel the service that we provide isn't good enough. The old RQMS was very happy with services that he was getting from us, and sent over the spare welfare package as a thank you. Are you sure that its paperwork that's the issue here? Are you not happy with phones and the internet?

RQMS: Cpl. I have not complaints regarding the comms. You just need to complete the correct paperwork and have it authorised, by me. (at this point it is clear that he is never going to authorise the return of the welfare package and is very smug about it)

Me: Ok Sir, you're of course correct. Paperwork is essential.

RQMS: Are you giving me attitude Cpl??

Me: Not at all Sir. Just agreeing with you. To be clear you are happy with everything else we provide to the HQ? You just want me to complete the correct paperwork?

RQMS: That's correct Cpl.

Me: No problem Sir. Happy to oblige.

I delivered the welfare package back to his stores. His guys were very apologetic. I told them not to worry. You see, the welfare package was a thank you for all the extra phone lines and terminals that we'd provided for the previous RQMS's. These expanded his and his units working capacity. Most importantly I had run phone line to the sleeping areas so that him and his lads could call home without using their limited welfare phone cards. I'd also laid some precious unfiltered internet lines to. Internet to deployed units is very rare, and unfiltered internet is almost unheard of for British units. What I was providing was immense value to lonely squaddies, and it was also without paperwork!!!

When I got back to my Det I flicked a couple of switches, turning off all the paperwork less connections. I waited for the inevitable.

It didn't take long. The first visitor was one of the Privates letting us know that he'd been cut off mid call back home. I apologised and explained what was going on with the RQMS. He understood, not happy about it, but understood. He went off muttering about "Throbbers who cant leave well enough alone". The next was one of the RQMS's Fullscrews, who I have a lot of time for. She came round and asked what was going on with the comms. She was in the office when I had the conversation with the the RQMS earlier. We had a bit of chat about what a belter he is, and then she asked what was going on. I explained that as per the RQMS's request, we are following his example and doing things by the book. And I've turned off all services without the correct paperwork. She looked at me knowingly. "So what does that mean" she asked. I explained that the only services that I had been ordered to provide were for the HQ. The rest, would have to request them through me and be approved by Division HQ as per orders. I handed her a copy of the request forms, to be completed in triplicate as I didn't have a photocopier and they couldn't send me it by email, as I'd just turned their kit off. She had a bit of a chuckle and went off back to her boss, paperwork in hand.

You see, the only orders I had were for the 6 lines and terminal in the HQ, the 30 odd lines I'd laid extra we're essentially me being a good bloke and supporting the mission and departments as they grew around the HQ. It was initiative and adaptability on my part. These were all now off and I had a steady stream of visitors throughout the day wanting to know what was going on. I directed them all the RQMS, who had the request forms. My last visitor was the Operations Captain. He was a top bloke, a Late Entry (LE) officer (had gone through the ranks from private to Regimental Sergeant Major (RSM) and was now commissioned as a officer) who had spent more than a few nights in our compound with a beer and talking shit with us. He was one of the very first recipients of a private line and internet. He asked me what was going on, he'd been round the houses so he knew there were shenanigans afoot. I told him the situation. His face dropped. "Leave it with me" is all that he said, and off he went.

30 Mins later the RQMS was back at the entrance to my compound with the welfare package. The Ops Captain was with him, looming over him as only a RSM (or former RSM in this case) can.

Me: Hello Sir, how can I help.

RQMS: (Very sheepishly) Hello Cpl. There seems to have been an error and we've found your paperwork for the Welfare Package. So I'm ...

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The original was posted on /r/maliciouscompliance by /u/bigjoekennedy on 2024-03-27 14:43:07.

This happened 20 years ago but my family still laughs about it.

My dad owned a painting company. I worked for him in various ways in high school and college. I also got a few friends hired on for summer work too.

One morning we were on an exterior job and my dad came by to check on the progress and speak to the foreman. He saw a friend and me on the side of the house prepping to paint. He told us to tape up the gravel stones next to the foundation and walked away. I knew he meant for us to just cover the stones to protect them when we paint, but told my friend we were going to wrap individual pieces of gravel in masking tape until my dad comes back.

As my dad walks by he sees us taping individual pieces and loses his mind! We had probably 25-30 little stones in tape. He’s saying he wanted us to put a few strips of tape and paper over the gravel and is visibly frustrated by us and we are laughing. He got so mad he left and called my mom because I got a call from my mom a moment later and she was laughing hard and asking me what I did to make dad so mad. I shared with her that we were taping individual stones and she really got a kick out of it. The foreman had worked for my dad for nearly 20 years at this point and had known me since I was a kid and knew that I did things to mess with pops all the time. There was no fallout or blowback for my friend or me. I still remind my dad about this and he almost gets upset still saying, “I couldn’t believe what you were doing!”

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The original was posted on /r/maliciouscompliance by /u/MOMMANAY2020 on 2024-03-27 04:56:50.

I’d been reminded of this incident recently when I happened to run into one of my former bosses.

And this is a story of Malicious Compliance.

Many times, I’d mentioned during other conversations with them that I’d previously come from the private sector and was not used to how things were run – even after several years - in local government; and definitely that those ways would never, ever fly in private sector. Especially when it came to money. I had been tasked with being the liaison for returning money and personal property to people that were either the victim’s or the perpetrator’s – laws didn’t allow us to know which category individuals fell under. But if a judge said “give their property back to them,” that’s what I did. With the correct paperwork. Period.

Of course there were procedures, proper paper work had to be filled out and a valid/current state identification or driver’s license, a court order, and an evidence voucher was needed. Everything had to ‘match’ on all of the paper work. Their full name. Address. City and State. And a property receipt from the Police Department. If they came to me with a receipt that said John Q. Doe; then their identification had to say the same. Not Jack Doe, not J. Q. Doe… you get it. It was supposed to be a sure fire way to make sure that the right person claimed the property (and 99.99% of the time it was money/U.S. dollars). And our department was entrusted to follow the rules. Well, the supervisor and the department head; let’s call them TD and TL, were both in rare form this particular day during our routine morning meeting when they both had attitudes about everything. It probably had something to do with the fact that they were being applauded for running a tight ship and getting things done. Yeah, right, all they had to do was sign their names to things: the staff did all of the hard work! And yet, contradicting everything said between one and the other. And walking around with their chests out like they were God’s gifts. And in not so many words both professing “I’m the boss. I want it done this way. Or that way. If I say something, that’s the way I want it. Do it, and don’t question me.” Okay, I thought… and I’ve asked before at other jobs; “Are you sure? Really sure? Because I was taught to do just that – give you exactly what you want. And usually people end up not liking it.” They both were so nasty in their response that I just smiled at my friend/coworker across the table who shook her head and did a face palm. Why? Because she knows me.

Ok. It’s on. I’m going to do it “your way, without question, because you two are the boss.”

At around 11am I get a call from the security desk that a visitor had arrived with a property receipt etc. and wanted to know if I would come and collect them to get the process started. “Sure, I’ll be down in about 10-15 minutes” I told them; as I was in the process of counting money and needed to focus. As on any given day there was around $100,000 in cash on my desk and I didn’t want to put the money back in the safe and start all over. When I finally finished counting the money and went downstairs to collect the visitor, the visitor was clearly agitated. Was I bothered? Kind of. But I was secure enough knowing that there were 400 or so officers with guns in the building. So, I led the visitor up to my office, had them seated, took their information and began the process. Except 1. The voucher looked old, 2. The name on the voucher didn’t match the receipt, 3. The receipt nor the voucher matched the court order, and 4. Their I.D. was expired. ALERT! ALERT! Giant red flags waving in the breeze! Everything Everything that I’d been taught was screaming at me that this was bad and that it was going to end badly. I made the necessary copies for my records of all of the information like always, except this time – two of everything - and actually circled all of the discrepancies in red marker. And then told the visitor that I needed to get the check book from another office, it would take a little while to get the signatures (and MINE) needed and release of funds required two other signatures.

I first went to my immediate supervisor, TL, and explained the situation to her. I showed her every single, solitary piece of paper work. Pointed out all of what I’d circled. That the information didn’t match on any of forms in any way at all. She literally did a quick scan and said “It’s okay. Do it.” I know that I stood there with my mouth opening and closing with no words coming out for a full two minutes, shaking my head, and in shock, before I said “Wait, did you really look at what I’m showing you?? There’s something wrong with all of it. I think it’s forgery and fraud about to be committed!” Her words were: “I said do it,” while pushing all of the paperwork across her desk back to me. “Are you sure? Do you want to look at it again? You do realize that I’m supposed to cut a check for $97,000.00?????” I asked. “No, it’s fine, do it. So that you can get back to your other work.” I then told her that I was really uncomfortable completing the transaction and that I wanted to speak to TD about it. And so, I walked across the hall, tapped on TD’s door and asked if we could discuss the transaction. Now, mind you, TD is the department head – one of the signatures needed to finalize the paperwork. The other person to sign would be the accounts payable department head. I spread both sets of copies of the papers across his desk and again explained in detail the situation and what was wrong with all of it. At least he took a few more minutes to pore over the paperwork, unlike TL. And so I thought, Ok! He’s paying attention. He’ll see everything that’s wrong with this. He’ll make a call downstairs and have a couple of officers up here in no time.” Nope. He literally said “It’s all good. Do it.” “TD! It’s not all good! Please, please look at it all again!” I pleaded. Now’s a good time to tell everyone that I worked for lawyers for five years straight out of high school. And one of the best things that I’ve ever learned was what definitely became my life-long motto: Cover-Your-Own-Ass and don’t take the fall for other people. And that mindset has been good to me.

Again, I pleaded with TD to look closely at the paperwork. I pointed out all of the discrepancies again. The wrong name, the paper being the wrong color and looking old, the expired state I.D. Everything. And again he said “I said do it.” Ok, I thought. This is one of the times when you know for certain that this is going to come back and bite you in the ass. But, remember when I said that I worked for lawyers for five years in my earlier career? Well, I remembered them always saying “Signatures are everything.” Now, normally the only time I would need signatures are when the checks are actually cut. But this time, I was definitely going to take it oh-so-much-further. Back out to the copier I went, for one more copy of all of the paperwork. First stop was the supervisor, TL… “TL, I need your signature to finish this transaction. Sign and date here, here, here, here, here, and here.” Yes, everywhere I’d made a notation in red marker. “Thank you,” and off I went back to TD to get his signature. “Sorry to bother you TD, but I need your signature and date here, here, here, here, here, here, and here.” All the while thinking “You two won’t be having me accused and arrested for conspiring with a total stranger!!!!” With that done, I asked TD one more time “Are you sure that you want me to complete this transaction, after everything that I’ve pointed out, cut a check and send the visitor on his way?” TD never looked up from what he was reading and said “Yes.”

So, that’s what I did. Completed the steps necessary to cut the $90,000 check and send the visitor on his merry way.

Three weeks later all hell broke loose!

“O.P! My office now!!!!!”

My head has never whipped back and forth so fast in my entire life as they both talked at the same time. TD beet red and TL wringing her hands in frustration. “Shut the door!” TL said. And then I could barely understand what was being said, but eventually figured out that it was about the transaction and check that I’d written prior. Yup. We (and I say we very, very loosely) handed over close to 100K to the wrong person! They handed me a record of everything that was currently happening because of that transaction. The commissioner’s memo. The judge’s orders. The investigation procedures. The assigned case number and detectives. The names of the bank representatives. I was told that there was an ongoing investigation and I’d be contacted by the bank and detectives shortly. And lastly that I might be fired. “What do you have to say for yourself?” TD asked forcefully, while slapping the top of his desk, to which I replied “I did what I was supposed to do. I did what I was told to do. Don’t you remember signing off on it all?” I said matter of factly. They both spluttered something to the effect of “I would never….I have an MBA and…. I’ve been doing this for 30 years….No, this is your mistake…This is not going to end well for you…….etc.” I almost burst out laughing because it very much sounded like the teacher from the Charlie Brown cartoons. You know “Wah, wanh, wanh –wanh.” But I was in no way worried. I calmly got up out of the chair that I’d been perched on the edge of, excused myself, walked to my of...

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The original was posted on /r/maliciouscompliance by /u/Skvky on 2024-03-27 04:38:51.

When I (f) was 15, my mom, and dad got divorced. It was an insane relief to me as my dad was extremely mentally, verbally, and physically abusive. All was well for a while and I had very little contact with my dad. Of course that didn’t last long. He started poking around more, and demanding I come visit him. As much as I didn’t want to, my mom pleaded with me to suck it up and go see him, as he was sending her constant hurtful and threatening texts. I begrudgingly went to see him. When I arrived he told me to get in the car. He wouldn’t tell me where we were going and my stomach began to churn. We pulled into the parking lot of Walmart where he told me to pick out all of the toiletries I would need at his house. I told him I was fine, and then he told me that I would be staying at his house every other week. I immediately began to panic as none of this had been discussed previously. I knew that the law stated that because of my age I got to choose who I stayed with, but he always had a way of getting around things. When I got home that night I sobbed to my mom about the endeavor and pleaded with her to not make me stay there. She was shocked as she had not had any discussion about this, but she assured me I did NOT have to stay there. I informed my father of this and he didn’t reply. A few weeks later I got a text from him demanding that I come out to his house to clean my room. I knew this was another ploy to force me to visit so I brushed it off as long as I could. A week later he told me I ‘need to clean my room or he would be throwing everything I own away’. When my mom and I had originally left I only had time to pack a small suitcase, so all of my sentimental items, a majority of my clothes, and my siblings remaining stuff was still in the room. I was furious that he would threaten to do this, but then I saw my opportunity for revenge. I set up a date and time to come clean my room. I didn’t say a word to my dad when I got to the house and got to work. I packed up everything I owned into some boxes, and slid them out of the window. I then crawled out and loaded them into my car so he wouldn’t be suspicious. Then I cleaned the now empty room within an inch of its life. I took down every picture on the wall. Stripped the bedding, vacuumed, cleaned the windows inside and out, and even scrubbed the walls. The room was spotless. I left no stone unturned as I knew he would try to find something I missed so I would have to come back. I could’ve just left then, but I had a moment of bravery, and decided to ask him to check the room. He happily agreed and I watched his face go from confused, to angry, to cold. It was SO satisfying. He looked at me and said ‘so I’m assuming you’re not coming back?’. I just smiled at him, and left.

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The original was posted on /r/maliciouscompliance by /u/Serious_Degree6099 on 2024-03-26 15:05:20.

I have to be at work for over 12 hours, but need to actually do about 4 hours of work, scattered over the day. The only option is stay, or go back and forth all day on my own dime (gas ain't free you know!). Guess I'll be blowing up reddit posts and comments all day! And they can pay me instead of wasting my own money.

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The original was posted on /r/maliciouscompliance by /u/Elbonian_Prince on 2024-03-26 11:17:48.

Retail employment. A great place to be when biding your time ahead of starting university as a mature student! Especially when a manager is a, er, posterior...

Onto the shop floor at 08:50. Manager tells me I am late. I check time. It is 08:50 by my watch and the clock on the shop floor. I say so. He tells me that we go by HIS watch and I am 10 minutes late (his watch is over 10 minutes ahead)!

"Sorry, sir." I'm already thinking ahead to the end of my shift.

Long day. I'm due to finish at 8pm. At 7:50, I am on the only live till and I take it out of service and start cashing up (there was no customer at the time). Manager sees me and queries why.

"Time to close the store, shut tills and cash up. Check your watch."

He almost explodes before he realises that I have zero interest or need to maintain employment with his store as I am due to start university next week.

I turned up the next day, sought him out before starting work and did a time-check to see what times I was going to adhere to that day. Needless to say, he used the store time rather than his wrist. He knew...

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The original was posted on /r/maliciouscompliance by /u/syskey_tv on 2024-03-24 01:27:29.

So I’m in IT, and where I work, my team is awesome. We are usually allowed to our own devices about everything related to the network and equipment related to keeping everything running. Our manager usually just wanted reasons for everything, and if it made sense, it was cleared same day. Anyways, the present day: around the beginning of the year our higher managers decided they’re going to keep a tighter leash on spending and such, so they looked to the IT department because we do at times need $6k+ of hardware for replacements (normal wear and tear over the year, and we recently did a $75k network rebuild because of corporate decisions), but we’ve kept to the assigned budget. In order to keep IT under their thumb, they’ve switched to requiring submitting approvals before submitting the official Purchase Order. So the malicious compliance: The notice said essentially if IT needs to order it, we want to approve it first. So everything gets an approval form. IT needs $75 for more Post-Its? Approval form. Critical stuff for an immediate response? Approval form. Basically it’s gotten to the point where something that took us 1-2 weeks for delivery now takes 4-5 weeks for the same thing, which has caused strains on everything we usually work on. Parts that need replaced are still on order, so stations and computers are offline until replacements are approved. It’s satisfying watching the management scramble to mass-approve things once it’s brought up as impacting the site’s work.