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The original was posted on /r/maliciouscompliance by /u/Brewthirty17 on 2024-03-02 03:14:34.
Back in the early 2000's my friend and I were at a bowling alley, as we went out to leave he couldn't get his car started. I asked if he wanted me to look at it since I have been working on cars since I was 14, and he said no, that he knows as much if not more about cars than I do. So the tow truck arrived they asked me to steer as they pushed it out of the parking spot. I got in, put it in park, started the vehicle, backed it out, and asked the tow truck driver if he wanted me to drive it onto his flatbed or if he wanted to pull it up. Everyone including the tow truck driver burst out in laughter. My friend was LIVID...Why didn't you tell me that was the problem, I said you told me you were more experienced than me and didn't need my help. From then on he never doubted my automotive knowledge.
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The original was posted on /r/maliciouscompliance by /u/GiveMeYuna on 2024-03-01 14:55:11.
Back during the 90s in the UK, when you’re in your final years of Secondary Education, or you could call it “your GCSE years” the the schools did something called “Work Place Experience”.
This was basically where you find a job where you spend 2 weeks experiencing work after you leave school. Even then, I found it pointless for many reasons.
In my case, I couldn’t find a job that would accept me so the school went looking and found one for me. To make note, I wasn’t the only one the school had to help on this.
Well, the school found me a placement at in the office at a dedicated mechanics education school. Basically, it was a mechanics shop like any other, but where the mechanics working on your car/van are students training for their mechanics qualifications.
While I was there, I wasn’t allowed to do much. Like they didn’t want me there at all, so I was given menial tasks. Deliver documents to offices next door. Fetch coffee. Use the Franking machine. And other stuff.
It was like they just volunteered me to do stuff they didn’t want me to do. However, when it came down to it, it was mostly simple, easy jobs. Apart from fetching coffee from the staff kitchen.
They had this little room which was called the “Mail Room”. It wasn’t big. I could stand in the middle of the room and touch all four walls.
There was a desk attached to the wall and a shelf above it with a bunch of mailing bags. The usual stuff you’d find in a mail room of an office.
In this case, there was Franking Machine in the middle of the desk with two baskets to one-side used for placing mail ready for franking. One for 1st Class postage and the other for 2nd class.
For those not in the know as to what a Franking Machine is, you’d have better luck looking them up, but I’ll give you the footnote. When you get mail and you see in the top right printed markings instead of a postage stamp, that is where the franking machine comes in. Businesses can go to Royal Mail and bulk buy postage or whatever. I’m not exactly sure how it works.
The Franking Machines print those postage details onto the envelopes instead of a person going through the hassle of removing postage stamps from the stamp books and making sure to stick it in the correct place on the envelope. With the machine, the job is done quickly.
So down to the malicious compliance.
As you have figured out, this compliance was with the Franking Machine.
I was taught how to use the machine. It was already preprogrammed with what to print. All I had to do was select whether to print 1st or 2nd class postage.
Then I would slot an envelope into one side like I was swiping a bank card to pay for groceries. After the envelope enters the machine by a certain amount, the machine activates and pulls the envelope through.
I soon found out that this machine had a temper. Sometimes it would take its time pulling the envelopes through, other times it’d yank the envelope out of your hand and shoot it against the wall. Surprisingly, with an intact properly printed frank mark.
One day, I was told “Go do the mail” and so I did.
I slotted an envelope into the machine and it did its usual. However, with one new result.
It had sliced open the envelope. As in you can remove the letters etc. from inside the envelope like someone had just opened their mail with one of those letter opener knives.
I grabbed the envelope and went to my boss.
The following conversation isn’t exact, but you get the idea.
Boss - “What do want? Surely you haven’t finished with the mail already.”
Me - “No. I’ve barely started.”
Boss - “Then go and finish it.”
Me - “I can’t. There’s a problem with the Franking Machine.”
Boss - “There’s always a problem with it. Just go back and finish posting the mail.”
Me - “But it’s slicing the envelopes open.” I tried to show her the sliced envelope.
Boss - Ignoring the envelope she said, “Just frank the mail will you. Or is that too difficult of a job for someone learning how businesses work?”
Me - “OK, but it’s not my fault if something bad happens.”
I turned and returned to the mail room. Along the way I grabbed some paper and wrote on it that I apologise for the damaged envelopes, that the machine was slicing them open and that my boss refused to listen to me about it.
Then I proceeded to put envelope after envelope through the machine. Every one came out sliced open. I must have done a couple hundred of them for 1st class alone.
Once done, I didn’t put them in mail bags. I just neatly piled them at the side of the machine with the letter on top.
About half an hour before the end of my shift, someone came into the office carrying several of the envelopes and my letter.
I quickly found out that he was the boss of the business. As in the highest position.
He’d apparently stepped into the mail room with a few of his own letters for franking and found the pile.
After arguing with my boss, and me being blamed for it like I was snooping into every envelope to see what I could find.
So I volunteered to show what was happening.
My boss and her boss grudgingly accepted my offer so I grabbed a sheet of plain paper from the nearest fax machine and a fresh envelope.
Putting the paper in the envelope I asked Big Boss to seal it as confirmation that’s it’s sealed.
I then led them both to the mail room. At arms length so they can both watch me, I gently slotted it into the machine until the machine took over.
Sure enough, the machine coughed out a freshly sliced envelope.
Then my boss tried telling me off for not telling her only for me to say that I tried but she refused to listen. I only did what I was told.
I was let off in the end.
The next day, the machine was unplugged so nothing was getting posted.
The day after that, there was a couple of piles of postage stamp books which of course I had to stick on the envelopes.
When I returned for my second week there, I was shown how to use a brand new machine.
This new machine was a dream. Just imagine you had spent 10 years driving the same car until it was falling apart and then you finally upgraded to a new car that is so new, the mileage on it was still double digits.
Until I left that place, I was still given menial tasks, but my boss never ignored me again.
A few years after leaving school, that business closed up shop. The building then got taken over by a big brand tyre company that also did MOTs, alignments etc.
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The original was posted on /r/maliciouscompliance by /u/ActiveAd5869 on 2024-03-01 12:48:42.
I work for a courier company which hires employees as independent contractors to skimp out on paying tax and benefits. I work diligently but I lost any goodwill towards them for the aboveformentioned reasons. They also require us to wear high-vis clothing while delivering.
We pride ourselves on next day delivery. One courier can deliver to upto 50 different business in one day.
The way deliveries work is that the sender hires us to deliver to the reciever. The reciever has no clue which company was hired to deliver it to them. The only way the reciever would know would be by looking at our uniform.
I live in an area where it frequently gets cold and windy. I have a waterproof hi-vis jacket but there's one catch - It has my old companies logo on it. As I already lost all goodwill towards my current employer, I just wore that.
I have been delivering for my current company for the past 3 years, and in that time, I've had countless recievers remark on how good and speedy my 'company' is. I've even seen a few reviews for my old company from business clients I've delivered to in the capacity of my current employer.
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The original was posted on /r/maliciouscompliance by /u/Twas_Inevitable on 2024-02-29 21:57:01.
So this is happening right now actually. I'm working from home and hear some yelling outside. I login to my home security camera and see our residential homeless junkie out on the street yelling. His ex-wife won't make him a sandwich. He's out on the street yelling "Call the cops on me, I don't care! Fuck you bitch. You should be making me a sandwich."
So anyways, I did what he said and called the cops. Here is his getting arrested. Great idea, dude!
E: For those wondering why some responses mention rent, I removed some context so I stop getting comments from people who think they know everything. It was just flair and not required for the story so I removed it.
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The original was posted on /r/maliciouscompliance by /u/Odd-Zone4359 on 2024-02-29 21:17:54.
Warning This is holism AF. This is also a throw away account. any one who knows me will be able to ID me from this story
I have a hobby that I turned into a small bossiness, its not a lot of money but its kind of nice and its a thing that I enjoy doing. Over the last 5 years or so I have developed a reputation as a man of my word, and some one who provides a great product at a fair price.
I live in an area that has a lot of vacation homes around a lake, these homes are owned by people who have $500k or more to spend on having a place on the lake to go on weekends during the summer.
Mary and Steve were two of these people. Mary and Steve own a couple of business, they are known for treating people fairly, even people that they have fired will tend to acknowledge that they had it coming.
Mary Stopped by my shop back in September, she wanted to hire me to do some work for them, for Steve's Christmas gift. I could do what she wanted me to do, I gave her a price tag of $5,500. She agreed instantly. we shook hands and I went to work, I got it finished up December 20th, just in time. I had to take a few days off from my regular job to make it happen. Marry was thrilled at the results. She went to get me a check and she wanted to wright it out for $11,000. Double what we agreed on. I declined telling her the $5,500 was what we agreed to, and that's all I was going to take.
On December 26th rolls around, and Steve shows up thanking me for his Christmas gift gushing over the craftsmanship, then complains I wouldn't take the bonus money that I was offered, I explained to him " Mary and I agreed on the price, and we shook hands on it. a deal is a deal."
Steve says to me "well at least, let me buy you and your GF dinner.. 21 times" He had a big shit eating grin on his face. I should have know he was up to something. I thought about it, thinking local restaurants, and agreed. then he said "My choice, any place I chose all on my dime" in hind sight this should have clued me in to the fact that he had something up his sleeve. I smiled laughed and said ok.
The entire month of January went by I didn't hear any thing from Steve and Marry, which is fine were not exactly in the same social circles. At the end of January, all of a sudden my GF just got supper happy, like giddy, I knew she had a secret she was keeping from me but I wasn't sure what. she told me pack my bags for a valentines day trip we would be gone for 10 days, and bring my passport. we would leave on the 10th of February, (19 days ago).
we got to the airport and who would you guess was there, Steve and Mary. I was shocked as shit. Steve said he had a "debt to pay", and he "owed us 21 meals, at time and place of his choosing" and he chose Rome over valentines day. I tried to say no, he threw my words back in my face, " a deals a deal"
The 4 of us spent the next week in Rome Italy. Steve and Mary paid for our flights, hotel room and 21 meals. all of our tours and and transport was on us. We got back home on the 22nd of February. We had a great time.
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The original was posted on /r/maliciouscompliance by /u/Zipzesty on 2024-02-29 05:38:40.
To start off the story, I'm a cook and have been grinding away at my career and culinary school for the last 1.5 years. I worked at one restaurant for a little over a year and quit due to the stress a new manager was giving me. After that I told myself that I wouldn't take a new restaurant job until the end of school or unless it was stable, organized, and stress-free. I was out of work for around 3 months when an old supervisor from the previous restaurant "Joe", who I thought had retired, called me about a new restaurant he was opening with a friend "Tim" who is the owner and investor. I originally told him I'll come talk to him but I'm wary about working as a cook again. When I went to talk with Joe, he told me I would be his Sous-chef and would be a manager. Also I was being paid $15/hr and would get 1 day PTO for every month. This doesn't sound good to anyone who has a normal job, but working in a kitchen that's not corporate, this is huge.
Fast forward to opening day, it's only me and Joe in the kitchen cooking, with 2 guys helping us prep but they have no real experience cooking, and the place is full. Apparently, Tim had called everyone he knew and told them to come by. We make it through day one barely and I tell them that we need to readjust before we get smothered tomorrow. They ignore me and we continue. Day two, Tim is practically on top of the 2 guys helping and micromanaging them to the point that they quit right before dinner. That night was terrible and we had multiple tickets over an hour and tables walking out. It doesn't help that the blame is being put on me and Joe for how it went even though it's a giant menu and only 2 of us. Most places with such a large menu and being that busy have 6 to 7 cooks to handle the workload.
I had told Joe and Tim very firmly that we should close for lunch on day three and prepare for dinner or we were going to get destroyed again. I was again ignored. So I get called in early day three, having just woken up and having to rush in right away I hadn't eaten anything(relevant in a bit). We were non-stop busy for 8 hours, I was running around so much and prepping so much food to order that I literally couldn't stay on my feet anymore and collapsed. I didn't pass out but came close. My blood sugar had gotten too low due to overtaxing my body(I'm not diabetic but i guess this can happen when your body runs out of fuel. Idk thats what a nurse friend told me) This is when Joe and Tim finally realized that maybe we needed more cooks and a better plan before we reopened(what I had been saying for 3 days).
We closed down, hired more cooks and retrained for a few weeks. This whole time Tim kept telling us that if we couldn't handle the job, we were easily replaceable. Also all these cooks we were hiring, Tim would say they are some "real badasses" and that they would do my job better than me. They were useless. Not to say they were bad cooks, but they had only worked in one place for years and didn't know anything other than what that previous place cooked, which was nothing like the food we had. I constantly taught them how to do things and easier/faster ways to get food out, but to Tim I wasn't doing anything important because he couldn't imagine me teaching them anything due to their "badassery".
At this point I was starting to get a little annoyed at Tim but I figured it would work out... until I got my first check. It was $10/hr. I was very confused since I was suppose to get $15, but was told that everyone was on a "trial pay" until they proved themselves, but that I had also proved myself and would get $15 next time. Over the next couple weeks I spent a lot of time at the restaurant, almost always being the last one out at night, trying to improve our issues and efficiency. Even to the point that my school work suffered and I got notices from my instructors that I was at risk of failing. I spent all my time making sure everything was done properly and fixing issues so that Joe wouldn't have to deal with it as he was there from 7am to 8pm most days.
Then my next check came around. At this point I was broke and had been overdrawn on my account for days. So I needed that money right now so I wouldn't get another overdraft fee. I was pretty surprised when I saw it at $10/hr still. Tim told me it was a mistake and if I could wait for my check for tomorrow that he would fix it. I couldn't so I said he can fix it for my next check and it would be fine for now.
Another few weeks go by and I keep getting more and more annoyed with Tim. Almost everyday I'm being told "you're the boss back here. If you can't handle it, I'll find someone who can" for the smallest issues that came up before I got in that day.
About this time we got a new cook that was so incredibly lazy that I'm honestly not sure how he keeps his job. Everytime there wasn't an order, he was sitting down on his phone, or just wasn't doing anything. I told him multiple times to prep, but he told me Tim said it was fine for him to be on his phone when there wasn't an order. Extremely abrasive to work with and complained about everything anyone did to Tim. The one day I worked with him on the grill he complained to Tim that he did all the work and that I kept running off. Except that, while I had to do orders, I also had to assign prep to the prep cooks and teach the other new cook how to do the fryer station. I did most of the work on all the tickets at the grill too, due to him not realizing orders came in when he was on his phone or decided he wanted a smoke break without asking me to cover. Then at the end of the night, he did a little bit of cleaning and said "I finished my closing, my uber is here so I have to leave". I told him that he wasn't done because everything was still out, but Tim overruled me and told him he can leave. Shockingly, I didn't get out until late due to the extra cleaning I now had to do and Tim kept telling me "why does it take you so long to clean" "I wanna leave already, hurry up".
I'm just gonna fast forward to my last day now as this is already longer than I thought it would be.
When I got in, there was barely any prep done for my station, so I did as much as I could and hoped it would be slow. That whole dinner service I kept having to prep breaded items to order and pick up slack from a guy who had stomach issues in the middle of service and was running to the restroom every 15 minutes(I don't blame him, we've all been there). Joe sent the lazy cook back to help me (because he kept messing up on the grill), and he decided that because I had to keep running off to prep stuff that he would be in charge of the kitchen. He kept calling the wrong items, calling things twice or three times, sending food that wasn't ready, and then burnt an order in the broiler when he decided that he needed a smoke break while there were still orders and didn't tell anyone.
At this point of the night I was fuming with anger. While Joe was about to leave that night I told him that I was probably quitting if my check wasn't right or if the cook complained to Tim again because I was doing my job. Joe told me "I don't blame you. Just remember you owe us nothing and if anything, we owe you." Cue the timing because that's exactly when Tim comes out and starts yelling at me because the lazy cook complained to him about me. Saying stuff like I'm not a leader because I should have prepped to lead by example and that I was taking my time with orders. I had to calm myself down before I told Tim "everything that came out of my station tonight, I had to prep in the 2 hours I had before dinner started or prep to order due to lunch shift not prepping. How can you expect me to prepare 35 items in 2 hours. I told Lazy cook to help, but he said he didn't do that because he was a line cook, not a prep cook" this is when Tim called out Lazy cook and he started saying all about how he saved dinner and I was a terrible leader for not prepping, and said it with a lot of theatrics. I told him that everything he cooked tonight, I prepped and even Joe asked Lazy cook "how many times did OP ask you to help prep and how many items did he messed up that OP had to fix" Lazy cook shut up after that and sulked back inside.
Again Tim said something like "you have to be a leader and if you can't, I'll replace you. I've got all these badass cooks lined up ready to work here(he doesn't) and we can get one to do your job". Then as we were going back inside, Tim told me that "maybe Lazy cook doesn't like you because he wants your job".
This is when everything clicked into place in my head. He had been complaining to Tim, and not Joe, about me for things I never did, because he wanted my job and was trying to get me fired. If he complained to Joe, he would tell him that he's full of shit and send him home for trying to bad mouth me for fixing other people's mistakes.
While I was cleaning, I thought really hard about how I wanted a job that didn't stress me too much and how my schoolwork has been lacking. I told myself I would sleep on making a decision and come back the next day with what I was going to do about staying or not.
As I was leaving I asked Tim for my check and again I was shocked. My check was still $10/hr. I asked him if it was a mistake and if he could fix it for me tomorrow. Tim said "well, that's not how it works. Me and Joe have to have a meeting before we give anyone a raise". I said "I w...
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The original was posted on /r/maliciouscompliance by /u/Stratton_MTB on 2024-02-28 23:51:38.
So I've worked at a outdoor retail store for a little over two years now. The employee turnover rate at my job is pretty high, with most only lasting a few months. Thus, I have become one of the more knowledgeable and employees and I work primarily in the bike shop. Now, the bike shop manager also happens to be head bike tech, meaning he is often busy repairing and building bikes. He has taken a liking to me and as such, I do most of the part ordering, repair check ins, and restocking and merchandising of the department floor.
One of the few employees who has been working longer then me bought himself a brand new fat bike last spring. He lives in a small apartment, and so he stores his bike at the shop, as the bike shop manager, and store owner allow. However, it is meant to be stored in the warehouse, not on the shop floor itself.
Well one day we got a large order of bikes that we wanted to put on the floor. I went and asked this employee if he could move his bike to the warehouse or if I could for him. He told me, "yes you can bring it to the warehouse, but I don't want dirt on the tires. It needs to stay shiny and clean for the winter. Also please put it in a corner or something where it won't get dinged or scratched." Well, I am a kind and accommodating coworker, however, I don't fancy having to carry this large bike the 500 feet or so to the warehouse. So I decided that I'd make sure that no one would scratch his bike.
In our warehouse, half of it is dedicated to back stock, and the other half has our paddlesports department. In the back stock side, half of that is large shelves like you'd see at Costco or other large grocery stores and the other is bike racks for our stock that won't fit on the floor. The top of these shelves are usually left empty as we don't have a forklift, and there usually isn't enough merchandise to facilitate needing that extra space. This open space 20 feet off the ground is where my malicious compliance took place.
Carefully I climbed the ladder to the top of the shelf carrying his bike on my back. Once up there, I carefully tied it to the post that was left up there and stood it up on some cardboard boxes so as to not dirty the tires. I then climbed down, and moved the ladder. I then continued about my work and finished the merchandising.
My bike shop manager has a great sense of humor, and so when he went to the warehouse to grab a bike in for repairs, he about lost it when he saw what I had done with the bike. He came back into the store laughing his head off and agreed that is was a justly earned prank. My coworker who owned the bike, on the other hand, did not find it quite as funny. He is shorter then me and so he could not reach high enough when on top of the ladder to get it down. When I left in the fall for school, it was still up there, and I imagine he will have had to get another coworker to get it down for him.
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The original was posted on /r/maliciouscompliance by /u/lessthanfox on 2024-02-28 20:17:18.
Back in high school, whenever we had a test the teachers would say "interpretation is part of your evaluation", meaning "too bad if you don't understand what a question expects you to answer, I can't help you."
At the same time, there were teachers addicted to using a question mark at the end of every activity in the test, even if it was an imperative sentence. Dumb example to illustrate: instead of "Name 3 elements of the periodic table" PERIOD, it said "Name 3 elements of the periodic table?" QUESTION MARK.
Whenever I found one of those, I'd simply answer "No." After all, it seemeed to be asking whether or not I would name whatever.
If the teacher didn't give any points for it, I'd argue that "interpretation is part of the evaluation" and I answered the question. Sometimes I didn't get 100% on cases like this, but a solid 50% (good enough if I didn't know any elements of the periodic table).
Eventually, the teachers seemed to notice what they were doing and started using question marks properly.
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The original was posted on /r/maliciouscompliance by /u/Affectionate-Yam-886 on 2024-02-28 19:25:37.
Last year I was ordering an upgrade for the server room at work; it was a large expensive upgrade that cost over half a million dollars. If you have ever had to call a manufacturer to order equipment at this amount you may know that once you get a good reputation with a manufacturer, they tend to cut red tape for you to maintain a good working relationship with your company. I in the past have bought equipment for my personal use at home and it takes forever to get a rep on the phone and they often screw you on the deal. While i was making the order with the manufacturer, i inquired about getting personal equipment, to see if it would be possible to make a separate order for myself with my own money. The rep had no issues with it, and was happy to make the second order. He place both orders, and even gave me a company discount for my order. Now I did make it perfectly clear that the second order was a personal order and not in any way connected to the corporate account or order. He confirmed this and the order was locked. A few months went by and the equipment showed up in the loading dock at work and everything was in order. However my order never arrived at my house. I attempted to contact the manufacturer, but got put on hold for hours. I gave up for now and figured I would try again in a few days. The next morning the equipment showed up. It was an exact match for the equipment that was sent to my work. Now keep in mind the order i placed for my house was a blade server that was just over $6k usd. This was not what I ordered. I went into panic mode as I can’t afford this equipment and when they bill me I will be screwed. I checked my bank account and found no charges yet… Now im really panicked as now i think they billed it to my company, effectively double charging them. I expect I will get fired. When i returned to work after my weekend, I emailed billing and got a copy of the invoice. Well, they didn’t bill my company for the equipment sent to my house. Now im really confused. So, at this point I drop it. It is a pain to get them on the phone and I can’t call the corporate line when its a personal order. A month later I got an invoice in the mail with a late charge for failure to pay. Ok, now i can get this fixed. I see they want $6k +$250 for late charges. Thats odd. I call the retention number and got a rep. I gave her the account number and she told me she needed to transfer me to a manager due to the amount. Ok, cool. The manager picks up the phone and I try to explain the bill is wrong and the equipment they sent wasn’t what i ordered; and he immediately cut me off with “You need to pay the invoice, your in violation of the contract and we will sue you if you don’t pay it immediately!” I tried again to explain the equipment issue, but again he cut me off and demanded I pay. So, I told him I would take care of it then. I said sorry for being an inconvenience and I will call my bank right away. I then confirmed the bill amount, and the part order number from my equipment labels. He confirmed it, and said “see, there was NO mistake!” and as i was about to hang up, I know i heard him say in a smug tone to someone else, “Thats how you deal with poor A-h*les”. Called my bank and got them to unblock the transaction. It was stopped for fraud alert. The amount was paid. I am now the owner of a half a million dollar server room in my basement. A few months later I had to order some more connectors for the fiber lines and spoke to their rep again. I inquired about buying personal devices again, since the last time went so well. Apparently they can’t do that anymore. Something about a manager fraud investigation. Can’t imagine what thats about.
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The original was posted on /r/maliciouscompliance by /u/Affectionate-Yam-886 on 2024-02-28 19:24:53.
Last year I was ordering an upgrade for the server room at work; it was a large expensive upgrade that cost over half a million dollars. If you have ever had to call a manufacturer to order equipment at this amount you may know that once you get a good reputation with a manufacturer, they tend to cut red tape for you to maintain a good working relationship with your company. I in the past have bought equipment for my personal use at home and it takes forever to get a rep on the phone and they often screw you on the deal. While i was making the order with the manufacturer, i inquired about getting personal equipment, to see if it would be possible to make a separate order for myself with my own money. The rep had no issues with it, and was happy to make the second order. He place both orders, and even gave me a company discount for my order. Now I did make it perfectly clear that the second order was a personal order and not in any way connected to the corporate account or order. He confirmed this and the order was locked. A few months went by and the equipment showed up in the loading dock at work and everything was in order. However my order never arrived at my house. I attempted to contact the manufacturer, but got put on hold for hours. I gave up for now and figured I would try again in a few days. The next morning the equipment showed up. It was an exact match for the equipment that was sent to my work. Now keep in mind the order i placed for my house was a blade server that was just over $6k usd. This was not what I ordered. I went into panic mode as I can’t afford this equipment and when they bill me I will be screwed. I checked my bank account and found no charges yet… Now im really panicked as now i think they billed it to my company, effectively double charging them. I expect I will get fired. When i returned to work after my weekend, I emailed billing and got a copy of the invoice. Well, they didn’t bill my company for the equipment sent to my house. Now im really confused. So, at this point I drop it. It is a pain to get them on the phone and I can’t call the corporate line when its a personal order. A month later I got an invoice in the mail with a late charge for failure to pay. Ok, now i can get this fixed. I see they want $6k +$250 for late charges. Thats odd. I call the retention number and got a rep. I gave her the account number and she told me she needed to transfer me to a manager due to the amount. Ok, cool. The manager picks up the phone and I try to explain the bill is wrong and the equipment they sent wasn’t what i ordered; and he immediately cut me off with “You need to pay the invoice, your in violation of the contract and we will sue you if you don’t pay it immediately!” I tried again to explain the equipment issue, but again he cut me off and demanded I pay. So, I told him I would take care of it then. I said sorry for being an inconvenience and I will call my bank right away. I then confirmed the bill amount, and the part order number from my equipment labels. He confirmed it, and said “see, there was NO mistake!” and as i was about to hang up, I know i heard him say in a smug tone to someone else, “Thats how you deal with poor dick heads”. Called my bank and got them to unblock the transaction. It was stopped for fraud alert. The amount was paid. I am now the owner of a half a million dollar server room in my basement. A few months later I had to order some more connectors for the fiber lines and spoke to their rep again. I inquired about buying personal devices again, since the last time went so well. Apparently they can’t do that anymore. Something about a manager fraud investigation. Can’t imagine what thats about.
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The original was posted on /r/maliciouscompliance by /u/quiglii on 2024-02-28 04:05:50.
Years ago I worked in the prep kitchen for a small chain of restaurants. For background, when you pick up a knife in a restaurant kitchen, you're supposed to say "sharp" pretty loudly, so that other people rushing around know someone is walking around with a knife. Anyways, we had 2 kinds of knives: large chef's knives, and paring knives. There were only a few paring knives - not enough for everyone to have one at their station. At some point, one of my coworkers started referring to the knives as "sharps" and so I started calling the paring knives "baby sharps" and it caught on. This led to people asking across the room "who's got a baby sharp?"
Now, my boss was a massive bitch. She, for some unknown reason, didn't like us calling the paring knives "baby sharps" and said so on a few occasions, but nobody cared. To be clear, nobody ever said/sang "baby sharp do do do do do do" or anything like that. Well, one day, she was in a particularly bad mood and yelled at us "nobody is allowed to say 'baby sharp' anymore!!!!"
Cue MC. That afternoon, I went home and photoshopped a little cartoon face, bonnet, pacifier and diaper onto an image of a paring knife. I took the image to a custom print shop and had them print it on to a baseball cap. We were required to wear hats at work to keep stray hairs from falling into the food. I only worked there a couple months after this, because I found a better job, but you better believe I wore that "baby sharp" hat to work the next day, and then every day for the remainder of my time there. The boss never said anything to me about it, but I know it pissed her off.
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The original was posted on /r/maliciouscompliance by /u/magali_with_an_i on 2024-02-28 00:51:36.
Few years ago, I had started to use PowerPoint to draft my resume. I’m in France and people expect a one-pager so i used a blank, portrait-oriented slide and combined different elements until I was happy with the result. I would be sending it out as a .pdf version and never had any problem.
That worked until the day I was asked to provide a Word version. This is something usually required to evaluate a candidate ability to use Word properly (like, you should never center a title in a page by putting many spaces before).
I had no intention to spend more than 2 minutes doing this so I opened a new Word document, selected my pdf resume as an image and pasted the image into the Word
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The original was posted on /r/maliciouscompliance by /u/Sickfuckingmonster on 2024-02-27 22:04:25.
This morning some friends asked me if I could watch their 3 kids (under 5) for a little while and part of that was taking them up to the bus stop for the oldest. I agreed and spent the morning watching Paw Patrol.
They were all pretty good until it was time to get ready to go. At this point they weren't bad. Just I had to remind them that we had to go.
Now I recently read Starship Troopers and I've been playing the game. So for some reason when I was telling them "Come one we have to go" I added "On the bounce!"
Cue MC: all three of them started bouncing or trying to in the baby's case. Right towards me.
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The original was posted on /r/maliciouscompliance by /u/LilwingCa on 2024-02-27 20:02:09.
Many years ago, my supervisor couldn't find me - I went for a walk for my break. Upon my return she scolded me for not telling her I was leaving. I emailed and said something close to 'Am I required to tell you every time I leave my desk?' and she said "Absolutely you are, for safety reasons I need to know where you are." So she got an email every time I walked away to make a copy, get coffee, breaks, lunch, restroom trips, etc., and another email to announce I was back at my desk. For safety reasons. Lasted 2 days before she apologized and rescinded the direction.
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The original was posted on /r/maliciouscompliance by /u/ineedatinylama on 2024-02-27 18:12:52.
My husband is a very skilled outdoor tech for a big communication Corp. He's been there 34 years. He was doing some online saftey training in office. A 20- something inside engineer ( skippy) told him to go mop the bathroom floor.
My husband refused, stating not covered under his job title.
Skippy begged to differ, said the floor was muddy from the "outside pigs" boots, and he is management, so he can order people to do anything. ( not true of course).
Hubby got an idea, stated okay, he would go do it.
He went into the mechanic area, grabbed the power washer, put in lots of cleaner and hosed the bathroom down; ceiling to floor. Including the paper towel, toilet paper, magazines, and the crappy chair they stored in there.
(There is a floor drain, as this restroom is in the garage area. Skippy uses this bathroom as it is closest to his office.)
Husband went back to his online courses. Skippy went to the restroom and came howling at my husband about soap being everywhere, it was a huge mess, blah blah blah.
My husband replied Anything worth doing is worth doing right. If it's not cleaned enough he'd be happy to put de- greaser into the power washer and clean it again.
Skippy had to answer to his 2nd level and is now refusing to speak to my husband.
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The original was posted on /r/maliciouscompliance by /u/bigfishbunny on 2024-02-27 05:54:59.
Not very exciting but it was still effective. I used to be the overnight cashier at a large grocery chain that was open 24 hours. I worked five nights a week with the weekends off. The cigarettes were kept behind the service desk, which had a locked half door that had to be unlocked in order to access the area. The key to unlock the door was on a regular key ring and I would keep it in my pocket all night because I had to get cigarettes for customers. In the mornings I would drop the key ring off in the office and it would be waiting for me when I came back in to work the next night. There was another cashier who worked the two overnights during the weekend. He developed a habit of taking the keyring home with him. I would end up having to jump over the counter to get into the area and the daytime employees were pretty annoyed with having to leave the door unlocked all day. After the weekend cashier did this for a month straight, a manager ended up putting the key on one of those large sticks that are often used in gas stations for restroom keys. I felt like a fool having to carry around a big restroom key stick when I was not the one who couldn't remember to leave the regular key ring in the office when I got off work everyday. I asked my manager why I had to suffer the punishment of another employee's incompetence and the manager just explain how we have to make sure the key doesn't accidentally get misplaced or taken home again and the giant stick is a way to accomplish that. That night I purchased a large padlock. I used the padlock to lock the key stick to the front of a shopping cart. I then made large signs on poster board that said "Key Cart" and put it on both sides of the cart. To open the door, the whole cart had to be rolled up to the door close enough to get the key into the key hole. It was a bit of a spectacle and a pain in the butt to do. The next night when I came into work my manager was pretty irritated about the key cart. I told him I was just being proactive and that someone could still take the key home even on the stick, but no one would be able to take the key home if it's attached to an entire cart. It stayed like that for another day and then it was back to its original key ring that I could put in my pocket.
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The original was posted on /r/maliciouscompliance by /u/Wonderful-Seesaw6214 on 2024-02-27 04:15:30.
It's been a few years so the detsils may be off, but this is a story I heard from the best boss I ever had.
I worked for a guy (Frank) who built and adjusted cubicles, among other things, for a manufacturing company. He was a contractor, but he'd worked with them for about 40 years so he knew the company better than many of the employees.
He told me a story of a big headed manager who got put in charge of sales. This guy decided he wanted to be able to step out of his office and see all his people working. Whether it was a power trip, or he honestly thought it would help, I don't know. Frank told him it wasn't a good idea, but he insisted.
So Frank goes through the entire floor and shortens all the cubicles to waist height. He actually had to cut the frames down since they didn't have enough of the right size.
This only lasted a week or two before the manager realized his mistake. Something about removing the sound barriers between people who spent a good portion of their day on the phone had a negative effect on productivity and morale. Crazy right.
The manager comes back to Frank and asks him to put everything back the way it was. However, like I said, Frank had to cut the frames the first time and you can't just weld them back together. Frank told me this story as we were adjusting someone's desk on that floor. I still don't know how exactly he got them all together, but that manager learned his lesson and actually listened to his people after that.
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The original was posted on /r/maliciouscompliance by /u/Remarkable_Table_279 on 2024-02-27 01:35:43.
I created this account (will be a throwaway) just for this as I saw an old file that brought back some unpleasant memories. (Random: don’t make a video of this…you know that’s weird, right?) Backstory…I’m a support person working with engineers for very specialized, very large documents. I’ve got a wide range of skills that one person normally wouldn’t have. I also designed the process, format & everything except content for this one massive (10K pages) document spread over 100s of interconnected file using a specialized software, and trained my team on software & processes for the basically weekly submittals to various entities with the changes. I was the Subject matter expert, tho not as acknowledged as such because it’s just support, not engineering. (Let’s be honest some older engineers saw me as a secretary cause of lack of Y chromosome combined with my lack of engineering degree)
Back in 2011, a person was added to my group. I felt just to stress me out. “Lucy” wasn’t a manager, but she had authority to assign tasks to me. I think she was efficiency expert or something. She really stressed me out…always pulling me into her office to discuss stuff and I’d have to speak in plain English about the software I use and program (nothing fancy as I’m self taught, more VBA versus C++), but a normal person wouldn’t understand a lot of what I did, so the extra effort to explain stuff was annoying. And she constantly talked down to me. Like a elementary school teacher. You know that voice. It may have been because I looked young. one day I even had to say “You know I’m in my 30s & I’ve worked here for over 10 years, right?” because she mentioned something about when I was young like you, and was trying to advise me on my new career. She made my life miserable while being fake nice On to the malicious compliance: One week, Lucy “assigned” me to track every single task I did in my week. She wanted all 40 hours accounted for. I tried to push back but no dice. So I did. Did I mention I had two computers (one I used for specific tasks (basically macros) for a specific software. The list had things like Meeting with Lucy & “Janice” 2.5 hrs A variety of rows for saying I answered this questionsor taught people stuff (most under an hour) And of course, detailed technical steps that she wouldn’t understand as she doesn’t know the various specialized software 4-7 hours each Coup de Grace …make this list 1.5 hours
All in all, I squeezed 55.9 hours into that 40 hour week, which, looking at the list, was a pretty average week.
I sent her the list & said “I guess even more efficient than I thought.” No response. She disappeared shortly after that…maybe someone threw water on her.
Never did learn why she was there; or if I did, I blanked it out. I wondered if they were trying to replace me, but I was/am, unfortunately, irreplaceable. I’m still here and she’s not.
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The original was posted on /r/maliciouscompliance by /u/Kennel_King on 2024-02-26 23:17:13.
Years ago I did a stint as a service manager for a large equipment rental company with all green equipment.
It was a new store and they had been operating for 6 months with just the store manager, (SM) his girlfriend the salesperson, rental manger, and one lone mechanic.
When I started the place was on fire, they had so many service calls every day that the mechanic was getting nothing done in the shop. Equipment was not properly checked in and inspected, annual inspections on high-reach equipment were not getting done, and the only parts we had were a few oil and air filters.
In a matter of days, I figured out the mechanic would go on a service call, if it was a quick fix he would go to sleep somewhere. fired him and hired someone who would do what was needed.
I slowly started building a parts inventory of parts that were known to fail. in 6 months I had a pretty decent supply of parts on hand. It wasn't often we had to order something to get a machine ready to rent.
One sunny afternoon I was doing paperwork in my office and in storms the store manager. He was pissed because our inventory of parts meant we took a hit on our quarterly bonus. He ordered me to only order parts as we needed them. I asked how we were supposed to keep machinery running in a timely manner, and his response? Next day air.
I told him to put that in an email and I would gladly comply. He stormed out, in 5 minutes I had a detailed email explaining how we would the next day air ALL parts. ALL PARTS. This is important because all our filters and batteries were bought locally.
In a matter of a week or so, I was running low and parts and I ordered everything from the factory. A filter that was $5 local, was $15 from the factory plus freight.
And I wasn't just making one order per day. As soon as one of the mechanics (we were up to 3, we were growing like crazy) gave me a parts list I called in the order. and sometimes I called in 10 orders per day.
this lasted 3 months. The next thing I know I get called into a meeting with the Store Manager, the Regional Manager, The head of purchasing from Corporate, and the company president. Had an idea what it was about. So I printed out that email.
It seems they were a little upset that in 3 months I had managed to rack up over $25,000 in next-day air freight. They asked the SM why I didn't have any parts, he immediately threw me under the bus saying that he had been telling me for months to build up our parts.
RM looks at me and says maybe I'm not cut out for management. I told him I was just following SM's instructions and handed him the email. He looked at it and told me, to go back to work.
I couldn't make out what was being said but there were a lot of raised voices coming from SM's office.
after the shouting Died down the Regional Manager came to my office and said he would take over until they hired a new manager. He also told me to get my parts inventory in order and don't sweat the cost.
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The original was posted on /r/maliciouscompliance by /u/momito-chan on 2024-02-26 20:15:42.
I'm not sure, if this counts as malicious compliance, but it isn't revenge, because there was no such intent.
This is my husbands story. (Henceforth referred to as 'hubby")
Hubby works for a smallish company that makes medical equipment in the production department. It's important to note that that there are multiple teams in the production department divided by product type produced. Each team has a supervisor and the entire production department is overseen by the production manager.
One day hubby and his coworkers are building a particular product(hereafter called Product A) and realise they don't have enough clamps.
Hubby goes to the Head purchaser and tells him: "We're running low on clamps. Please order some." Head purchaser checks the database and goes: "According to database you have 1000 clamps, though." Hubby: "No, we don't. We looked everywhere. There are none." Head purchaser: "Then look again. You probably didn't see them." And with that he dismissed hubby from his office.
Hubby and his supervisor looked everywhere, but there were none, though the other team had 200 clamps as emergency stock. It felt like either the warehouse screwed up or the numbers in the database were incorrect.
Hubby then wrote an email to the head purchaser CCing hubby's supervisor, the production manager and the CEO, that the production urgently needs clamps and to please order them. He didn't mention the emergency stock of the other team.
Head purchaser was angry about the email, stomped into the production hall beelining towards hubby and said something to the effect of: "How could you humiliate me like that? I'll show what it's like to be really humiliated!"
He then looked for the clamps himself, found the emergency stock of the other team and told hubby: "See? There are the clamps. Just use these and resume the production!"
Head purchaser then retreated to his office to write an email to hubby CCing the same people as hubby, included a screenshot of the database page for clamps and stated basically what he told hubby about there being clamps, but more politely.
Hubby saw the email and when heading to the other teams hall to get 100 of the 200 clamps to resume the production for the time being, stopped by the CEOs office to merely explain the situation to him and point out that the numbers in the database are wrong using the very screenshot the head purchaser sent as an example.
CEO tore the head purchaser a new one for not ordering the clamps immediately.
The guy responsible for keeping the numbers of the database up-to-date happened to be on vacation at the time but got reamed by the CEO as well when he returned.
Cherry on top: CEO gave hubby's supervisor permission to directly contact the supplier and establish a routine for regular deliveries.
Head purchaser was hopping mad about it, but hubby just told him, that they had CEOs permission to do that and he couldn't do anything about it.
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The original was posted on /r/maliciouscompliance by /u/Pebbles-28 on 2024-02-25 07:07:14.
Habitual lurker, first time poster, so apologies for anything I missed. No 3rd party may repost or use this in any format.
A long time ago in what seems like a different life I was working in a burrito restaurant, on the weekend late shift. Simpler times!
During a quiet period we had a gay couple come in to order. They were very nice and respectful with a good bit of banter thrown in. While we're serving them another person enters and I'm immediately on high alert. This guy looks like a classic ned (to those not from the West coast of Scotland this stands for non-educated delinquent - think a Karen but more prone to violence than manager-asking).
Immediately this guy starts with the homophobic abuse towards the nice couple who we are nearly finished serving, interspersed with some mild nonsense aimed at us. He is quickly told to knock it off and is clearly a little upset at this. The abuse drops to a trickle, but still there and still an unpleasant individual.
The nice couple leaves and we're deciding whether to serve this clown or bounce him (context: I was a collision sport athlete in excellent shape, he wanted absolutely no part of me), but before we decide he moves on to stage 2 of the ned playbook. Bragging.
"I don't feel spice", "Nothing can hurt me", "Give me the spiciest thing you have", etc.
Well now! We used ghost chillies (Naga jolokia) for our extra hot salsa so we loaded up a burrito with loads of the stuff, but if course this was not enough for our dear ned friend, no. Because nothing can hurt him. We're obviously not understanding this.
Little did he know I'd whipped up a special batch of staff-only extra hot salsa with about 3x the amount of ghost chillies in it. So we tell him about this and of course it HAS to go in his burrito, despite our earnings against this. Have we not been listening? He doesn't feel pain. So in goes a generous portion of this nuclear salsa.
I know you're thinking we're done here, but no. Our dear friend really doesn't think we've understood how little spice affects him. He needs more. "Chop a ghost chilli into it".
We gave him every opportunity to walk back from this demand, but no, he needs pure ghost chilli. I bring one up from our store cupboard and chop a little into his burrito. But haven't I been listening? He needs the whole thing!
I end up chopping about 3/4 of the thing into it. I'm looking at this insane burrito worried I might burn a hole in his stomach, but also slightly excited to see this dose of instant karma, but still the bragging hasn't stopped.
He won't need a drink, it'll be the mildest thing he's ever eaten, I'm sure you can imagine the rest of his nonsense!
He takes the first bite into his burrito and is happily chewing through it, clearly delighted that he was right about the spice level. He's just into his second mouthful when his face changes to concern, followed by surprise and then utter panic. He's backed himself into a corner and there's no way to win!
Tears are streaming down his face at this point and he very embarrassedly asks for a drink, but of course Fanta only makes the spice worse. It's now he fully realises the magnitude of the error he's made. This fire will not go out, he's going to need our genuine help to get through this. He is immediately apologising humbly and asks if there's something we can do to help. We bring him a large glass of milk so he can at least survive and head off into the night with his tail between his legs.
In an unexpected turn, he continues eating the burrito from hell while sipping the milk and somehow manages to finish the whole thing. Still with tears pouring down himself, he thanks us, apologies again, gets a milk reload, and leaves for greener pastures.
Despite his unpleasantness, I have to give him props for finishing that burrito. He was not in a good way the entire time and it was as fitting a punishment as I could have hoped for.
TL;DR: abusive man asks for spicy burrito and ends up with a whole ghost chilli chopped through it. Regrets his life choices.
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The original was posted on /r/maliciouscompliance by /u/AnxiousBadger77 on 2024-02-24 11:17:31.
I (21F) was born with a malformation of my inner ear. On top of making my right ear stick out like an elephant's it also causes me to have balancing issues.
To prevent me from toppling over I use a cane for support and balance.
Yesterday I was taking a train back to my University city. I always get the closest seats to the door since if the train starts and I'm standing the chances of me losing my balance and falling over are high (unfortunately speaking from experience). These seats usually have an indication of priority for people with moving impairments and this train was no different.
I got on and sat down with my headphones in. Not a minute goes by when I am startled by a tap on my shoulder. I pulled my headphones out and looked up to see an older-looking man.
The first thing he said was "You need to move!" whilst pointing to the "priority seating" sign. I was flustered and was only able to stutter "But... but I do..." before he went away mumbling about not having time for this.
I thought that would be the end of it. I was wrong.
A minute later the man came back with a train attendant. He just pointed at me going "Tell her to give me the seat! I have priority!" and some other ramblings I don't remember. The attendant wasn't mean or anything, she just said "Ma'am, this is priority seating, would you please give your seat to this gentleman?".
I wasn't even trying to do a "cue malicious compliance" moment, I am just terrified of confrontation and would rather risk wabbling away to another seat, even though the train was already moving. I have one of those metallic folding canes so I unfolded it and leaned on it to get up.
Before I can leave the attendant just starts waving me to sit back down "Oh, no it's OK ma'am. Just stay in your seat!". The old man didn't say anything, he just looked annoyed like he didn't understand why he couldn't have my seat.
The attendant led him away to "find you another seat" while the guy grumbled something.
I just sat there and enjoyed my faceplant-free train ride while drawing and listening to music. Never saw the old guy again but the attendant smiled at me whenever she passed by.
Thanks for reading. :)
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The original was posted on /r/maliciouscompliance by /u/Dragonfly-69420 on 2024-02-23 03:07:25.
I (24f) work in a high end store and we have a very specific dress code! No jeans unless it’s black, no leggings, no skirts above the knee, no spaghetti straps, no low cut shirts etc.
I wore a black tank top with a brown knitted turtle neck, black jeans, black shoes and black socks. My hair was in a nice bun as well. I wore this many times before and had no issues with it until the other day.
I got pulled to the back by the ASM (assistant manager) and she told me that I need to “dress better” and “look less homeless” the manager being right beside her said nothing and when I tried to ask what she meant the manager told me to listen to her.
That night I went online and found everything I needed. The next day I went all around the local mall and shopped until I couldn’t shop anymore! I got a blue dress ($20), white gloves ($5), fake pearl necklace and bracelet ($15) and I went to the drug store to get bobby pins.
I spend that night doing my hair until it was perfect, I ironed my dress, I cleaned and polished the pearls and I practiced light makeup, everything was perfect and ready!
I woke up at 5:30am to be at work by 9. I did my hair, my makeup, my nails and I got dressed. I took one final look in the mirror and I was smiling like no tomorrow!
I walked into work to see my manager and assistant manager angry at me while I’m smiling! I got instantly pulled into the back and they yelled at me. All I had to say was “I don’t look homeless now do I?” I walked out and customers only wanted to talk to me because I looked fancy! It was a good day!
I didn’t take any of myself because I forgot lol I was too excited but for reference look up “Beehive Hair” and “Audrey Hepburn: The Little Black Dress”
Thank you!
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Boss can’t hire with shitty wages so demotes me instead. Ok, but it’ll cost you £1m.
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The original was posted on /r/maliciouscompliance by /u/sparkzz32 on 2024-02-22 23:22:25.
A few years ago I worked at a janky, two-bit company. The boss thought he was Billy Big Bollocks and God’s Gift simultaneously. He had such a big head, I’m surprised he could get through doorways. He used to drink beer at his desk for lunch and would often arrive at work late. He was also an insufferable muscle-bro and walked around as if carrying rolls of carpet under each arm. Prick.
A few months into my time there, the company starts winning large orders so he asks me to set up a small scale production line to increase capacity and tells me the new hire will be situated there. I design it, set it up, test it all works and I’m feeling a sense of pride with what I’ve accomplished - it worked like a dream. I was confident it would work really well for the new hire. Because I’m an engineer by trade, everything was perfect and only I knew how to fix the broken shit. Nobody else asked how it worked before making some very detrimental decisions..
A while later there was an issue, he couldn’t hire anyone willing to accept such a shitty wage and boring work. So Billy Big Bollocks had a bright idea to demote me and make me governor of my creation. No way, not for £9k less. I immediately started job hunting and I told him if that’s your final offer, regard tomorrow as my final day. He panics that he’s committed the company to a £1m order due for shipping in 3 days time. During his alcohol fuelled panic, he tells me to write up highly detailed technical manuals and processes for my replacement (the production line included some precise hand work), piss off I can’t do that in 1 day! He also didn’t specify what they should contain and considering I had no help from him with this project, just complaints, I thought ‘fuck it’. So sure, he got his manuals.
I created Word documents with convincing titles like ‘Technical Manual - Product Version 2.0’ and ‘How to Do This Precise Task’. Inside the documents were for example, the surprised Pikachu face, and Bubbles from Trailer Park Boys looking lost. Then below just one line of text reading, ‘This manual contains all the information I could find or was given’. The file sizes would also indicate a lot of text was contained within thanks to the images, therefore at face value they looked legitimate.
I saved them to my laptop in an equally legitimate looking folder that afternoon. Early the next morning I came to work to collect my belongings and do some handovers, and found the laptop had vanished. I said my goodbyes to my colleagues and looked over to see him looking incensed with a beer in one hand. He was so angry he didn’t look up from his desk.
A friend told me later that the company missed the production deadline despite him working 12 hour days to try to catch up. Apparently the client was extremely fucked off!
Don’t screw over good people. Prick.