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The original was posted on /r/maliciouscompliance by /u/JasontheFuzz on 2024-01-24 01:23:06.


This story is not high stakes, but it amused me at the time.

I used to work on an ambulance. My partner and I had been called to pick up an older guy with severe dementia (he was non-responsive at baseline) because his labs were low or something. Since he was a vet, he needed to go to the veteran's hospital. No big deal. We go get him and head off towards the hospital.

This was definitely not an emergency, but I was doing my due diligence. Is he Alert? Nope. Are his vitals normal? Not really, but he's old and this is his normal according to the paperwork. Any new issues? None. And then the kicker- is he having a stroke? (Spoiler alert, no.) To check this, we use the FAST acronym. Face- is his face drooping on one side? Arms- is he noticeably weaker on one side? Speech- is his speech slurred? Time- if these answers are yes, then get to the hospital ASAP.

This dude had zero symptoms of a stroke. He also couldn't understand what I was saying to him due to the dementia. At worst, one hand twitched when I asked him to squeeze, but it was a random muscle twitch. So I call up the hospital and give my report to the triage nurse. When I mention the twitch, she suddenly cuts me off and tells me I have to divert to the nearest hospital, then she hangs up on me. I check my GPS. They are the nearest hospital. Your wish is my command, nurse lady.

When we pull in, the ER staff was a little confused. We took the patient into a room and as the doctors and nurses ran around looking like fools, a different nurse came in and asked what was going on. I explained it was a simple, non emergency visit because the patient's lab results were low. I heard a snide voice in the background saying "that's the stroke patient I diverted." I clarify to the nurse that the patient was definitely not having a stroke. I explained my reasoning. I showed her the paperwork that proved this was his baseline, and she even redid the FAST test to confirm. She agreed with me completely, giving a look towards a seat that was suddenly and mysteriously empty.

The patient was able to get the appropriate care at the appropriate facility, and hopefully the nurse would be more likely to listen longer in the future.

TL;DR A nurse arrogantly assumed she knew my patient better than I did. She was wrong and I called her out in front of her peers.

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The original was posted on /r/maliciouscompliance by /u/gio_drifts on 2024-01-23 19:42:21.


I work at a pizzeria that offers delivery service. At the time I was driving a shitty car with a broken headlight that was held in place with duct tape. I had to replace the tape every so often when it got old and didn’t hold the headlight anymore so I just carried a roll of duct tape in my car at all times. You’ll see why this matters later. A couple years ago I got a delivery order with one cent pre-tipped on the card. They also requested “no contact delivery” so I was supposed to just leave the pizza there on the ground and not wait for them to answer the door. In the special instructions they wrote “leave pizza on door” I figured it was a typo and they really meant “door step” or maybe English wasn’t their first language. Nevertheless, instructions were given and it was my job to follow them. Remember that roll of tape that I mentioned earlier? Yeah this is where that comes in. I took the roll of duct tape and taped the pizza box to their front door. They never called the store to complain, I never got in trouble, and they always left a 4 dollar tip any time they ordered pizza after that.

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The original was posted on /r/maliciouscompliance by /u/PimsriReddit on 2024-01-23 14:33:54.


To be straightforward, I (24 at the time) draw explicit furry content as a second job.

My sister (22 at the time) and I shares the same house/room (typical of our culture), and she is OBSESSED with her privacy. Lots of crazy stuff such as locking me out of our room if I leave for too long, doesn't want me walking near her while she use laptop, get upset with me if I even glance at her laptop/phone. I put up with it since it doesn't bother me.

that year, we change room. She choose the spot she want her desk to be in; the best spot, and she sit facing the wall, so her laptop is visible to me, who sit with my back to the wall. Kinda hard to explain without diagram, but I sit facing the room, as in I can see everything in the room from here.

My sister doesn't like it. She demanded I turned my desk around so that I sit facing away from her, so she can see me all the time to make sure I'm not looking at her laptop. She already know what I do as my second job but I decided to remind her again, and told her I work with explicit contents, but she insisted.

after almost two weeks, she must have seen half a dozen furry characters in various predicaments, and things beyond her wildest imaginations. So, I tried moving my desk back to my previous, more private spot, facing her, to see if she's demand I change it back. She didn't. Didn't get complain from her since.

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The original was posted on /r/maliciouscompliance by /u/Forsaken-Salad-1623 on 2024-01-23 07:52:31.


I am a military veteran who was injured in Iraq, I mention only because it is important to the story.

I worked for this company I say company but in reality it was a guy who owned a few businesses and he was the richest person in a very small town. It's important to say how I made it to this situation, I will try and make it quick so I can get to the steak and taters as it where. I joined the military before I even completed highschool late birthdays and all of that. I choose a military career path that I figured I would enjoy and since I love working on things I became a mechanic. It offered a great sign on bonus so that was a bonus. I went through basic only ever spending money on necessities so saved up quite a lot. Saved even more through advanced training for my mos (military job) by the time I was done with both I had half of my sign on bonus and just short of an entire years pay in my bank account. At my age most would have splurged I invested in the stock market Bitcoin and paid off my parents house. A couple of deployments the other half of my bonus and the only thing I really ever spent money on outside of necessities was my hotrod. Needless to say I had some money saved up and invested it also. Long story short when I discharged I was pretty comfortable even after a nasty divorce.

Don't get me wrong I didn't/don't have stupid money but because of the divorces a lot of stocks were cashed out split and if anyone follows Bitcoin over the past two decades you know how that turned out. After my divorce I worked to recover what I lost and then just to keep busy. Like I said I love working as a mechanic and would bounce around where ever I felt like since a good mechanic can make money anywhere.

After a decade of this I decided to set roots in a small town since it would be nice and quiet. By this point I was tired of always working on others people cars and wanted to devote time to working on my car. I bought a small house and saw a help wanted sign at the local lube shop. Figured it would be simple work for me and be something to cover my few expenses.

I grab an application from the office getting all kinds of looks from the townies. Btw I am 6'3 since I discharged from the military I stopped cutting my hair and shaving and I have one full sleeve. Needless to say most people cross the street instead of walk past.

When I went to turn in my application to we will call her Sue the bookkeeper she ask me a couple of questions noticed I checked I was a veteran and puts a y on my application. Later that day sue calls me and ask if I would come back in to meet the owner let's call him Peter. I agree and sue says Peter will be there in an hour so if I come in then we can talk about the position.

I show up and Peters eyes bulge at first sight but we get to chatting and my southern charm wins him over, he tossed me a calendar that he had made of his car collection and ask me to name of the ones I recognized. There were a couple of mustangs a Ford gt a bricklin sv-1 a judge a demon a Pantera and a mxt. He was impressed that I knew what the sv-1 was and we chatted cars for a bit. He offered me the position and explained that I would be paid $100 dollars a day and that I would work mon-sat from 8-6 no overtime but I would get a full days pay even if we closed shop early for some reason, and eat when I could. I would be off every Sunday and one extra day during the week.

Awesome start and work maybe a year no issues. Peter ask if I could help him out by being a relief worker for his other lube shops in neighboring towns, he says he will give me $20 every day for travel and basically I would be covering so guys could take days off at the other stores. I agreed and did this for about a year then disaster strikes Peter meets Karen and falls madly in love in the span of a month they are married and he starts supporting her and her gambling problem.

This is when all of the problems start, one week I notice my paycheck was only $250 and ask about it, sue tells me apparently there have been some changes and I should really speak to Peter about it. Sure no problem I call up Peter and ask if we can talk about somethings. He shows up with Karen in tow and when I asked why my pay was short he tells me it was because of the bad weather and us closing early affected the business, I would have let it go at that because Peter was a nice guy but Karen decided to speak. " It isn't very fair to us to have to pay you for a full day if you don't work the full ten hours." I said that would be true if I wasn't on a negotiated day rate and if I get paid for each day I work not hourly that why I don't get paid 19 hrs overtime each week. She claims that's not how it works anymore that from now on I would be paid for the hours I worked and nothing else. Ok what ever you say Karen.

Fast forward to the next week we had a weeks worth of very busy days were we were open a couple hours later than normal to finish up with waiting customers. And I gave up one of my days off to cover for a sick coworker. So when what should have easily been over an $800 paycheck was only $600 I had some questions. I called Peter and asked him what was going on why I only got paid $600 and he says well that's what we agreed on a $100 a day. I look at him blankly and ask if he forgot about last week and he asked what about it I reminded him and he just says it is what it is.

Ok so at this point I am aggravated and that is when Karen walks and and ask so what is he bitching about now. I look at her coldly and say well I worked 80 hours last week and yall only paid me $600 she looks at me and says "you're contracted labor and you agreed to $100 per day so why would we pay you more than that." I look at Peter and ask is that how it is he just says you heard the lady.

I went home and convinced myself that I was only working to cover my few living expenses anyway the job isn't that hard. The only other things in this small town would have been assembling sheds or slinging chickens at a chicken plant.

The next week one of the guys I work with is getting yelled at in front of customers by Karen about what she claims is an OSHA violation. She claims that as part owner of the company it his her responsibility to ensure that all OSHA regulations are met and his apparent violation was him wearing tinted safety glasses. Now this is BS because the bays faced east west and with how the cars pulled in top workers got the sun during the day and the pit worker got it in the evening I shake my head as I am walking in and like a T-Rex in a dinosaur movie it attracted karens attention and she decides to shout at me "you got something to say you big bitch" and I just kept walking.

I told Sue she needed to have a long talk with Peter before karens mouth wrote checks he would have to cash and she says I just keep the books don't involve me. So this behavior goes on another year and finally I am at my limit.

On the day I started my malicious compliance I was in a very bad mood. I had woken up to news that a good friend of mine that was responsible for me surviving being blown up in Iraq was taken out by a drunk driver. Not wanting to deal with anyone I tell the shop I will be working pit all day and to just let me be these guys have been working with me a few years now and know something is up. I never once thought that this would be a day that I would need to deal with Karen, since I was working at the furthest shop from the main shop and it was in the opposite direction of the casinos. But I wasn't so lucky or maybe I was, Peter and Karen show up and she storms into the pit and scream Peter come look at this mess. I have no idea what she is talking about about because I always kept the pit spotless and would clean as I worked were a lot of others would clean at the end of the day. Her complaint was about 50 of the most common oil filters we would use in a day being stacked on my waste drums for easy access to me so I wouldn't have to wait to the top guys to hand me filters. I did this all of the time and Peter knew about it and never cared before he comes down looks around and tells me like he is talking to a teenager "clean up this pigsty. I shake my head and say todays not the day Peter move on and take her with you.

This apparently infuriated Karen who of course thought it was the utmost disrespect to her and Peter, and he tells me if I don't like it I am free to leave so I left. Now don't freak out this story isn't over yet that it just the first flap of the butterflies wings that started a massive shit storm. The next day Peter calls me and ask me to swing by the main store on my way home. I think he is going to apologize about the day before figured one of the other guys might have told him why I was so on edge. No that was not what this was about. Peter was calling me in to inform me that for the next six months I would be on a probation period for my actions and for these 6 months I would only be paid $50 a day and I wouldn't receive the normal $20 a day I received for driving to the other shops. I ask if he is serious about this and if he has seriously considered what he was doing.

This is when peters let his true colors shine he tells me I am lucky I wasn't fired for my constant disrespect towards him and the co owner Karen how if he didn't pitty me for being a struggling disabled veteran (I never once discussed my ...


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The original was posted on /r/maliciouscompliance by /u/MrDozVibing on 2024-01-23 07:47:57.


I work at a "small town" post office with over 2000 residents so we actually have a lot of customers and are extremely busy most of the time. Tbh I have a ton of stories involving wacky customers but I'll save those for another time. This particular incident happened about a year ago. We have one customer (out of many) who is a complete shopaholic, we'll call her Barb for this story. She buys and buys getting at least 1 to 2 packages everyday. Our carrier at the time would take the packages and deliver them to Barb either in her own mailbox or the parcel locker assigned to her. Barb however was extremely lazy and would hardly ever check her box. Fast forward a little bit and suddenly Barb starts calling the office saying that the carrier is misdelivering packages. Barb spoke to both me and the postmaster and we both sent the carrier many times just to confirm Barb was in fact getting her packages. One day she calls and chews out the postmaster. I don't know exactly what was said just that she yelled A LOT and eventually said "Stop misdelivering my packages". So that day my beloved postmaster says "Understood we'll get that fixed right away" and from that point on Barb would now be receiving slips notifying her that she's has packages to pick up at the post office. And boy was she not happy about this. It was also funny to see the few times the husband came in and do a face palm when I hand him almost 20 packages. I'll still never forget the time Barb came in one day and got her packages and said to me "You know just because I had a few words with the postmaster doesn't mean you have to stop delivering". And I just looked at her smiled and said "Well we wouldn't want to be misdelivering anything".

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The original was posted on /r/maliciouscompliance by /u/wolfbane76 on 2024-01-23 01:24:59.


OK working with the public is always a fun time. I truly believe everyone should have to deal with a Karen with a force smile. It's a great lesson in tolerance. And learning the limits of them.

Now I at the time have been a chef for about 8 years. I have built up a good thick skin at this point. So i can deal with the different breed of karen you'd However see in my work environment.( A tourist hot spot near the ocean) Learning to deal with the unicorn of Karen's the entitled vacationing Mega Karen. VMK for short. some of my coworkers. Namely the younger summer job waitstaff haven't developed the methods of tolerance yet.

So with that lined up let me get to the story. I was the sous chef of a outdoor terrace style seafood restaurant by the sea that was also a sea side Inn.

On this day a party of 5 came in. VMK with 4 others I want to say friends. The entire time I could hear her complain. That the Waitress was slow service with slow. Everything was taking too long. We had a Full House at the time. Anyway After Chowder Bread And a shared appetizer. All of which according to.VMK Took forever to get to the table. It was time to order salads. Now it's at this point I can tell she has been there before. Because she ordered the Caesar salad. But made a point to say hold the anchovies. Because she was allergic. No, at this point I should say that. We serve our Caesar salad with 2 anchovies in an X on top of our dish.

Now she had said this in such a harsh way that my little Waitress was about in tears. And VMK Seemed to be enjoying it. Her friends seemed to be used to he type of behavior. So it was here I decided to step in.

I walked over I'm my bright white chef coat. With the tall paper chefs hat. And spoke to karen. I'm sorry I couldn't help overhear. Please let me personally handle your order. We take allergies very seriously. I will be out with your order in a few minutes.

So I then stepped inside (our salad station was indoors. I asked our salad chef to make a Cesar salad without dressing or garnish (the anchovies). While I stepped inside the storage room and took the label off the box our dressing came in.

3 minutes after I stepped inside I came back out and placed a plate of Romane lettuce with parmesan cheese and croutons. At first VMK had that smug victorious look on her face. That lasted about 30 seconds till she realized (loudly) Where the Frig is my dressing. I asked for a Cesar salad!!

I equality as loud but calm. (My voice carries like that) but mam you are Allergic. I can't feed you something you are allergic to.

She yelled pointing her finger at me. I said I'm allergic to anchovies. I had your salad yesterday and you put anchovies on it. I just want my salad without anchovies. Now go make me one without it.

I sad but mam it's right there in front of you. I have made you a anchovie free salad. But from what you have just told me I have good news for you. But let me confirm that you had my salad yesterday.

YES I just removed the portion that had the anchovies on it. It's at this point I realized I had the attention of the whole front end.

AH I said well I have good news and bad news for you. The good is that you are not allergic to anchovies. And the bad is that I know this Because you ate some yesterday and are still fine. Putting my hand up to stop her protests. I said not as loudly but firmly.

Anchovies are one of the main ingredients to Cesar salad dressing. Reaching inside my pocket and pulling out the label. I pointed to the second ingredient "anchovie paste"

To this day I can close my eyes and see her Go from red to white and back again. Her friends about fell outa their chairs laughing. Got a chuckle from a few other tables too. My little waitress got one hell of a tip from that table. Likely not from Karen, but her friends.

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The original was posted on /r/maliciouscompliance by /u/ThrowAway69_420-69_ on 2024-01-22 20:31:26.


I travel a lot for work, the typical schedule is leave Sunday to be able to work M-F on site then travel back Saturday.

For religious reasons I can't travel on Saturday (and my employer has know about this since I started, and it has never been an issue) so I end up needing to travel back Sunday.

This past trip we finished a little early in Friday, not enough for me to make it back home, but enough that I could get somewhere a little closer. I figured I'd save my company some money and check out of the hotel, and stay by a friend for Saturday then continue home Sunday like normal.

When I got my travel pay stub it was short 2 days of Per Diem, and when I asked our accounting person I was told "well because you checked out of the hotel on the Friday that's when the trip officially ends." So I didn't get the Per Diem even thogh I was still traveling for them.

Well if those are the rules guess I'll just not check out early, and they can pay per diem and the hotel nights... Corporations

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The original was posted on /r/maliciouscompliance by /u/inkseep1 on 2024-01-22 18:45:39.


I like to cook. And it does make a bit of a mess. But I clean up as I go. I might be simmering something for 30 minutes so I take a little time to clean up. In the end, I have very nice food. But if I leave the final pot in the sink, even while we are eating, my wife will complain that I 'make work for her'. I just say that I think it is fair for her to clean one pot after I spend all the time cooking and cleaning or she can just wait until I get it. She says that cooking is my hobby and she does not need it as she can survive on cottage cheese and toast without making a huge mess. I should do all the work myself.

So I decided to test this out. I went to the store and got all the ingredients for cod stew. I rarely make this because the ingredients cost nearly $40 or about $8 to $10 per serving. I made the stew and filled the house with the wonderful smells. I cleaned up everything while it was simmering. Then I got myself a bowl and put the rest of the stew away and washed the pot.

Then I came in for service and set down with my steaming bowl of cod stew and set her a bowl of cottage cheese and side of toast.

Update: Of course she put the cottage cheese away and she had the stew. It isn't like I can put a lock on it. But it was funny and she mellowed a little on the the cleaning after that.

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The original was posted on /r/maliciouscompliance by /u/Either_Coat_2161 on 2024-01-22 17:38:16.


My husband took my son, age 8, camping for five days and they had a fantastic time hiking, climbing and getting very, very dirty. On their way home, we met up at the grandparents' house to celebrate a cousin's birthday.

I asked my son to go take a shower before we ate because he was so grubby. He didn't want to, but he agreed that he'd do it after he had cake and ice cream. We ate, we sang happy birthday, and we had dessert.

"Now you have to go take a shower," I told my son.

"No I don't," he replied. "You said I had to do it after cake and ice cream, so I only ate ice cream."

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The original was posted on /r/maliciouscompliance by /u/prioriority on 2024-01-22 04:11:12.


I handle new staff onboarding. All of our team members have a profile picture, and it's routine for me to ask new staff to send me a picture they would like to use.

New staff "S" decides to be cheeky. Seeing that some of the staff profile photos are casual, he sends me his photo with the words "Maybe use this?" The photo was probably taken when he was 10 years old, looking cringe and a little chubby.

That became his profile picture for the whole of his first month with us. He got snubbed endlessly in that time. I eventually replaced it for him but only after he repeatedly pleaded for it to be changed.

To be fair, he became instantly known and recognised in the whole company. It helped that he was good at what he did too.

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The original was posted on /r/maliciouscompliance by /u/Honest_Star7348 on 2024-01-20 20:00:27.


Several years ago, I was a bookkeeper for a huge home improvement store. As a bookkeeper, I arrived at 5 am to prepare for the store opening and/or stayed until 11 pm for closing. There were two of us, but for some reason, the scheduler and management would have one of us close and open the following day. (We had a part-timer who worked 4-6 nights a month because she was in school. She did not open)

The other bookkeeper closed and opened without complaining. But for me, that was absurd! Leaving the store at 11 pm and returning at 5 am is unreasonable. We spoke with the scheduler and management to no avail. So, whenever the schedule came out, we switched if one of us was scheduled to close and open. The scheduler and management noticed but kept quiet because someone was there to do the work, although they continued scheduling us to close and open for years.

Eventually we got a new scheduler and manager who wanted to flex their authority over all departments and demanded the other bookkeeper, and I work the printed scheduled hours. We maliciously complied.

The following schedule had me closing and opening. I closed and called in the next morning. They tried calling the other bookkeeper, but she did not answer (I asked her not to respond). The part-timer could not work because she had school. No one else was trained in bookkeeping (not even management). This meant they needed to contact me for instructions on opening the store. I was paid a minimum of 15 minutes for each call they made. If the call exceeded 15 minutes, I was paid a minimum of 30 minutes. You get the picture. By the end of the day, I was paid for a full day.

After that day, neither the scheduler nor the management said a word about which bookkeeper was working, regardless of the schedule.

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The original was posted on /r/maliciouscompliance by /u/NomisLegnots on 2024-01-20 19:22:14.


I hate selfcheckout at grocery, there isnt enough place for a full grocery and the weight detector doesnt work half the time. So I go once and all the check are close I have to use selfcheckout and there is 2 employes supervising the customers. They take a long time to react each time the device bug, to check age when you scan alcool, etc. So it took me about 15 minute to get a cash (there was 10)

Now here you have to pay yout plastic bag and now you even pay for paper bag, at that time not all places charge for paper bag, I knew they did.

At the end come the question "How many plastic bag did you take?" Cue malicious complaisance, I knew it meant "all bag", but act like I didnt. I only took 3 paper bags. So I press 0, then didnt ask for paper bag. This time the director/owner react quickly.

"You had to press 3, you took 3 bags"

"Sorry but it asked me how many PLASTIC bag, I tough there was another question for paper and tought they were not the same price"

he didnt believe me and she scan an article to test it then he see the question.

"Next time make sure the proper question is asked or even better dont force people to self checkout"

Saved 15 cents but it was worth to see its face. Never were people force to selfcheckout and now the question is about bags not plastic bags.

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The original was posted on /r/maliciouscompliance by /u/NE_Boy_mom_x2 on 2024-01-20 16:55:00.


My son (5) had a stack of 3 pancakes and asked for more. So I started to add pancakes to his plate. He yells out to me "I said just one!" (He did not say that before but this is his usual attitude...) We had just enough batter to make a tiny pancake in the last set, so I put this tiny little thing on his plate and said okay, here is just one.

He was not amused. But I was!

For mental image, the pancakes are about 3 inch in diameter, the one I gave my son was about the size of a silver dollar.

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The original was posted on /r/maliciouscompliance by /u/fozziewossie on 2024-01-20 12:49:54.


Back when I was a kid...

We had family over one holidays. I was pretty excited and when my parents asked me to shower I didn't want to waste time so I was super efficient and in and out in no time.

My parents didn't believe I'd showered though.

No problems - I went back in and showered till the water was cold.

That water heater used to take an age to heat up when empty though. And with six people queued up to use the shower because I had taken so long... There were many complaints.

At least you know I showered right? (Actually I ran away for an hour or so because everyone was furious.)

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The original was posted on /r/maliciouscompliance by /u/ContributionSad5655 on 2024-01-19 19:21:48.


I was shopping at a large home improvement store a few years ago. Think of a place with orange signage. They used to have a particularly nasty woman who worked by the checkouts. You could tell she thought we were all stupid and beneath her. It was very early on a Sunday morning and I had a cartful of assorted items. I knew some of the items wouldn’t scan.

The only thing open were the four self-service registers. I asked the woman if I could get some help because I knew something wouldn’t scan. She didn’t even look up from what she as doing and in the most condescending voice possible said, “All you have to do is run it over the scanner. Just scan it“. I scanned my small bag of grass seed. I scanned my bottle of plant food. I scanned the new igniter kit for my grill. Then I grabbed one of the landscaping pavers and plopped it down on the scanner glass. The sound coming from the machine would seem to indicate it wasn’t scanning. I flipped it over and tried the other side. The scanner made more protesting noises.

Now I had every employee in the area over trying to help me. Of course the manager came over and they were trying to make a huge scene. There was another customer who was standing right there who called out the employee and said she was very rude to me when I asked for help and said I was following her instructions perfectly. Needless to say, I left with all my stuff. I don’t know how long self-serve #3 was out of commission. It was still closed the next weekend. I never saw that employee there again.

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The original was posted on /r/maliciouscompliance by /u/talesofcrazyparents on 2024-01-19 18:12:08.


English is my first language. Any mistakes were made with the ability to not do that.

Have you seen that movie What About Bob? Please keep in mind the scene where Bob loudly enjoys the doctor’s wife’s cooking.

I watched it in highschool (years ago) a little while before my older-baby-half-brother “Red” was born. I helped out a lot because that’s what the oldest/older sibling does, right? Looking back from a healthier place, I recognize the parentification. But at the time, this was about as much sass as my teenage self could muster and I still get a giggle out of it.

When Red could eat baby food purées, I was the one who would feed him. This was boring. And messy. And took a while. And couldn’t be done while I was eating my own food.

So to entertain myself, I made dramatic noises. And Red LOVED it. He actually started copying me! After a few days he didn’t even need prompting anymore. He would MMMMMMMMM after each bite of food on his own.

Mother Dearest hated it when they finally had dinner at the same time. But it was too late to stop the determined and happy Red. You wanna know what she hated more? The noise didn’t stop when I moved out of state for a year and a half! Red taught “Copper” (after he was born and started eating off a spoon) how to MMMMM after each bite. And I wasn’t even there!

It just kept giving.

I remembered this the other day when my daughter mmmm-ed eating her purée and I just laughed. (Mother Dearest threatened teaching my children for revenge BUT we’re estranged and I find the mmmm-ing adorable.)

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The original was posted on /r/maliciouscompliance by /u/Professional_Debt166 on 2024-01-19 16:56:38.


Hello, we have a "marketing expert" client (yes i am a snob guy which works in IT) who is so lazy that she would rather receive a screenshot of a list of winners than log into a dashboard.

Today, she realized that her method was not very efficient, so she asked for a spreadsheet with each match.

Fine.

I'll oblige.

I created a google spreadsheet for each match and a summary tab. Each tab is named after the soccer match of the day, which makes the spreadsheet navigation very long. It works fine on my 29 ultrawide monitor.

I cannot imagine how painful it was to navigate on her galaxy phone.

Did I mention that the spreadsheet was 16 tabs long, with at least 50 bets per tab ?

Anyway, The client was so overwhelmed by the complexity of the spreadsheet that she finally gave up and logged into the dashboard herself.

Sometimes, the hard way is the only way.

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The original was posted on /r/maliciouscompliance by /u/Kenkaneki-stan_12 on 2024-01-19 07:53:43.


Not a super grand MC, but it was my pettiest moment when it’s come to work for sure.

First some background: I own a tanning salon, and it is open from 9am to 9pm every day. There are usually 5-6 girls working part-time there, and the pay is 12 dollars an hour plus cash commissions on the things they sell (packages, lotions). It’s worth noting that it’s a small non-chain business in a college town.

All of the pay checks are kept in a drawer, in individual envelopes with the employees names on them taped shut. They pick up their envelope on pay day, and it has worked well EXCEPT for one instance.

One employee decided to open everyone’s envelopes to see their pay, and she was LIVID that one girl was getting paid $2 more an hour. Instead of just asking me about it, she decided to blast the employee group chat and accuse me of ripping them off etc.

Before you think the same thing, it’s worth noting again that this is a college town with all college age workers. Which for my particular salon it has meant it’s VERY hard to consistently have someone who wants to close weekends. They are all usually going home, have plans, want to study, etc. I try to be super accommodating, and I work around everyone’s schedules to the best of my ability. If someone says they cannot work, I do not ask questions I just accept it and plan accordingly. So, the reason this girl made a little “extra” was because she offered to close both days every weekend because she didn’t mind. She didn’t want as many week hours so I offered to pay her a little extra because it was so difficult a lot of the times to schedule that. Plus those two days can be a little slow, so commissions are usually not as good. I guess the girl who snooped never bothered to look at the schedule to see if there was MAYBE a reason that girl made a little more (even though she really didn’t because she worked so few hours).

Cue malicious compliance.

I explained the situation to all of the girls. I told the snooper that since she was right, totally a rip off, I would make sure to fix it. I started scheduling both the snooper and my weekend closer every weekend night for the next 3 weeks. I really only needed one person working, but I had done a terrible wrong that needed to be made right! (At the extra pay for the snooper of course). I would’ve done it longer, but she apologized and said she was totally fine going back to how it was because she wanted her weekends back and the extra pay wasn’t worth it! I guess we could’ve decided that together if she had just talked to me in the first place instead of jumping to conclusions.

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The original was posted on /r/maliciouscompliance by /u/SSNs4evr on 2024-01-19 05:01:59.


I was stationed on USS SUNFISH (SSN 649) from 1991-1995. During the time I was there, the crew compliment was 130 men. 14 officers, 12 chiefs, and 104 E6 and below (blueshirts). The boat had 3 telephone lines. Having communicated with some of my friends and colleagues on other boats in mine, and our sister squadron (Submarine Squadrons 6 & 8), I knew that some boats had their phone lines designated as CO/XO (Commanding Officer/Executive Officer), Officers & Chiefs, and the crew line. On SUNFISH however, the 3 phone lines were simply the 3 phone lines...if the phone rang you picked it up, and got the person asked for, or took a message. If you wanted to make a call, you chose whatever line was available.

That is until late 1993, when our new Navigator (NAV) reported aboard. The NAV is the Operations Department Head, and is 3rd in command. The new NAV came equipped with his own "great" ideas on how things were going to be. One ofmhis ideas includedmchangesmto the phone lines, which were under the purview of the Operations Department. SUNFISH joined the cadre of boats with specifically designated phone lines. Per his orders, only the CO, XO, and Yeomen - the Executive Department, were to use the CO/XO phone line. Only officers and chiefs were to use their designated phone lines, and of course the crew had their line.

The NAV discussed this policy every - single - day at muster time. Why? Because everyone rolled their eyes, and simply disregarded the new rule.

Everyone disregarded the new rule, up until he started inspecting.... Because of course, you cant expect much, if you're willing to inspect.

When he saw someone talking on the phone, he'd check what line they were using. Of course he never checked anyone in the Executive Department. He bothered the chiefs a bit, until the Chief of the Boat (Command Master Chief) told him to F-off, and not to talk to his chiefs. The NAV did however chew out the officers and blue shirts whenever he caught them using the inappropriate phone for their paygrade. People started grumbling.

The NAV stepped up his game soon enough though, as his phone inspections and ass-chewings weren't getting him the quick results he wanted. He had the officers follow his lead - for any calls for blueshirts on the wrong phone line, the caller was directed to call back at the appropriate phone number, then the call was ended.

Shit hit the fan.

The phones were located in the Attack Center (AC), Yeomans Office, and the Wardroom. While many people go to the AC throughout the day, the Fire Control Techs (FTs) and Quartermasters (QMs) were the only ones who primarily occupied that workspace. Previous to the new NAVs arrival, they had to listen to that phone ringing constantly, all day. With the NAVs new policy, they muted both the CO/XO & Officer/Chief lines. The NAV forbade the crew from muting any phone lines, except for the YN in their office, but whenever he asked who muted those lines in the AC, he just got blank stares and shrugs from whoever happened to be there. As soon as he left, the non-blueshirt lines ended up muted again.

Nobody ever wants to answer the phone, and have to go running all over the boat to find people. But now, the crew started doing the same thing as the officers did....if the phone call was for anyone above the paygrade of E6, they simply told them to call back on the correct line, and hung up.

Suddenly, quite a bit of work was not getting done, messages weren't getting passed, maintenance with our assigned Submarine Tender was suffering, due to them not knowing anything about our designated phone lines. Of course, not many people were willing to walk up & down all those decks on the Tender, then down the pier, when they couldn't get through on the phone.

The NAV tried to make the cooks (MSs) answer the wardroom phone, as the wardroom was one of their workspaces. The MSs were always busy, and were never good about answering the phones to begin with. Sometimes they would answer the blueshirt phone (because they were blueshirts), but never the Officer/Chief line, unless an officer was in the wardroom to see them ignore the ringing phone. The MSs would laugh, that if they answered the Officer/Chief line, they'd simply tell the caller to hold on, set the receiver down, and walk away.

Things simply didn't go well, regarding the new phone policy. Leadership (namely the NAV) created the problem, leadership was blamed for all the setbacks in maintenance & repairs, leadership was blamed by all the families having trouble reaching their family members aboard ship. The Chiefs suffered their setbacks, but were humored by the shitshow, and the blueshirts started to love the new phone policy....they got to watch a bunch of things burn down.

Of course, when we answered the phone, we had to identify the boat, that the call was on a non-secure line, and state our name, but everyone talked so fast that there was no understanding or accountability, as to who answered the phones.

It was truly a "the beatings will continue, until morale improves" situation. By the numbers, most of the crew made a good time of the whole situation, and really enjoyed pointing out that everything was great until the new NAV showed up.

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The original was posted on /r/maliciouscompliance by /u/pacman199991 on 2024-01-19 04:56:42.


About 15 years back and while I was studying in college I had a requirement to take few hundred pages print for some annual submissions.

At the time, each page print was about 10c.

Around this time, one of the shops nearby had put an offer stating the price per page would be 5c if the number of pages was more than 99.

I took the required documents in a flash drive and gave it to the person using the computer for prints. It was at this point that I was told the offer price is applicable for only print from a single file. I.e, 99 pages or more would have to be from a single file. If the pages were split among multiple files (ex : 50pages in doc1 and another 50pages in doc2, etc) the offer is not applicable.

Most people may have given it up by now and had gone for regular price, but I was student back then and was always looking for any way to save money.

I then told I would come back for prints, got the flash disk back. Pulled out my laptop, combined all the files and copies into a single pdf file and give it back at the store for print. I also shared this bait and switch scheme the store had planned with my classmates, so most of them took advantage of the offer later on.

I may have saved around 30$ on that day. Not much, but I had some satisfaction with this MC. Lol.

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The original was posted on /r/maliciouscompliance by /u/spadeslingger on 2024-01-19 03:29:23.


Wasn't sure where to post this. First time poster long time lurker. A little background: My father never properly learned to read and write. He came from a dysfunctional home, but that's another story. He was however very good at fixing cars. He worked at a junkyard since before I was born, I'll call this junkyard A. A lot of times he would offer advice or even fix the cars of the customers on his own time as a side hustle. Another thing about my dad is he knew everybody. Anywhere we went people would always stop him and speak to him (mostly asking about a problem they are having with their cars). It didn't matter where we went even on vacation across the country he ran into people he knew. The junkyard he worked at was originally owned by two brothers. They were good bosses and he made a decent wage and had very good health insurance. They made good business there and my father was the "Senior Sales Specialist". Business was so good they bought a new location and built a new building and moved there. A few years later the business was sold to a guy named Dave. Dave was alright although we lost the health insurance, he stayed there for I'd say 8 or 9 more years. One day out of the blue Dave fires my dad and said it was because he didn't have enough "technical skills". He couldn't hardly read or write but he could use the computer one handed to search the system for parts while on the phone with a customer. He and two or three other guys would be in the front to help customers and my dad's line would have two or three people waiting especially for him and would refuse to be waited on by someone else. So he came home and filed for unemployment. He stayed home for maybe three weeks and was offered a job at another junkyard that was located between the city we lived and the next city over. Now comes the malicious compliance. Since my father was so well liked and everyone knew he got a raw deal from junkyard A they also switched businesses. All his longtime customers and friends now frequented Junkyard B. Many used card dealerships had "deals" with my father for the junk cars they sold for parts or parts they needed for fixing their used cars. All these businesses also switched junkyards and followed my dad to Junkyard B. This was a devastating hit to junkyard A's business. So bad in fact, they ended up selling the business to the owners of Junkyard B. As soon as the sale was finished my dad was sent back to junkyard A where he worked for the rest of his life. He actually died in the junkyard. Massive heart attack. The funeral was so full of people there was not enough room for everyone in the funeral home. His funeral procession (the line of cars that drive uninterrupted from the funeral home to the cemetery) was over an hour long due to so many cars. My mom went to buy the plot next to his a few days after the funeral and the lady working there said she had been working there for over forty years and it was one of the largest group gathered for a funeral she had ever seen. He may not have been able to read or write very well, but he knew cars and he knew people. A lot of people.

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The original was posted on /r/maliciouscompliance by /u/SweetoPurrito on 2024-01-19 01:05:45.


I had an issue with my car that was fairly new and well within manufacturers warranty. Called the dealership and explained what was happening and the service guy was SUPER rude, cut me off and told me to have it towed. Absolutely, I’ll do that. So I get roadside assistance to come tow me and send it off to the dealership. Give them 24 hours to call me to let me know whats going on, but they don’t so I take myself on up there to find out in person. They tell me they hooked it to a code reader, but no codes they’ll keep looking in to it. So I ask for a loaner but they don’t have any available. So I ask for a rental, and they can’t do that till they diagnose it. Except they can, cause my extended warranty covers that so he begrudgingly gets me a rental. 24 more hours go by and they’re closing in 15 minutes so I send an email asking for an update, and giving the additional information that he cut me off from giving in my original phone call. He called an hour later to let me know they were charging my dead battery and I could pick it up tomorrow.

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The original was posted on /r/maliciouscompliance by /u/Cipkee on 2024-01-18 22:50:05.


In my country, we have a tradition that when we finish elementary school, we jump into a fountain and splash around. I managed to mess that up by falling and injuring my leg. When I looked at my leg, blood was seeping through my sock. My leg hurt for days, and I avoided walking and standing.

Another thing you need to know is that bus drivers are not gentle with buses at all, and buses are falling apart and rattling, so riding the bus while standing is very painful.

Now, the story: I'm going to my friend's place in the suburbs, and the driver decided to use the entire speedometer. When I entered the bus, it was empty, so I sat in a seat that isn't really for older people or people with special needs, but it's not the narrowest either, just enough space for my legs. After 20 minutes, the bus became crowded, and at one stop, this woman entered. Americans would call her Karen, so I'll call her that too. Karen was around 50 years old, and as she was looking for a seat, she noticed me, probably because I was the youngest. The conversation went like this:

Karen: You young people never give up your seats for older ones.

Me: I would, but I injured my leg.

Karen: EXCUSE. Get up now, or I'll force you.

Me: I'm not lying; my leg really hurts. It hurts even when I sit, let alone when I stand.

Karen tried to pull me up, but I weighed 75kg, even though I didn't look it, so she couldn't budge me.

Karen: Prove it.

Me: What should I prove that I'm injured?

Karen: YES.

Me: Okay.

I took off my shoe and sock, which was incredibly painful in front of the whole bus, and also because I pulled it off abruptly, a scab came off, and it started bleeding. The whole bus fell silent (except for a woman talking on the phone).

Me: Are you enjoying watching my feet?

She got off at the next stop, I don't know if out of embarrassment or because it was really her stop. I just told the onlookers not to ask me anything and put on my headphones. I got off the bus a few stops later and, walking like a zombie, reached my friend's place. My sock was even bloodier by then, but it was worth it.

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The original was posted on /r/maliciouscompliance by /u/wanderlustwonders on 2024-01-18 19:52:39.


I was browsing another sub that’s heavily against a grocery chain in Canada, and it reminded me of the 7 years I spent working as a cashier at a grocery store throughout high school and university summers.

My boss was and still is the store owner at the store I worked at and he was incredibly hated but also feared because he was so mean. His own son worked there and disliked him.

But in front of customers he was as fake as can be.

Anyways, he was always enforcing the tiniest things like during Christmas time, he wanted the Christmas hats drooped around the numbers of the tills instead of on our heads. I sometimes took them off and wore them and he would aggressively pluck them off my head and berate me when nobody was around, that kind of thing.

For the malicious compliance… the store used to charge 25 cents per plastic bag used (back when plastic bags were a thing) — one time a customer was a friend of the owners so he told me not to charge them, “it’s on the house for any friend of ours!” he said as he slapped me (a tiny 16 year old girl at the time) on the back.

Well, the next customer had seen the full exchange and when it was his turn he said “hey, I’m a friend too, right??” as a joke and I decided sure, you’re my friend now, and didn’t charge him.

After that I never charged for a plastic bag again because all paying customers are friends of ours. I always felt like it was my little fight against the owner to just give these bags away for free.

Granted now that I’m into environmentalism, I feel like giving them away for free probably made the store buy more due to demand etc etc., but I was a teenager and my MC felt good.

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The original was posted on /r/maliciouscompliance by /u/RhondaTheHonda on 2024-01-18 15:15:56.


A few years ago I was the primary faculty advisor and chair for admissions to a highly competitive health science program at a small public college. While that may sound impressive, it’s basically a way of saying I was the lowest on the totem pole, but had all of the responsibility overseeing admissions for this program. In order to try and make the department even stronger, they added a new degree option to that health science program that largely overlapped with existing classes. In fact, the only change they had to make was to add one 8-credit hour course to make the new degree option.

Since I was so low on the totem pole, I had no part in the process for this, but as the lone advisor, I had to learn all of the ins and outs of it so I could advise students and potential applicants. Because of this, I found a problem where the new class was added to the course schedule and added to the college catalog, but it was not officially added to the new major. This would cause trouble for financial aid and, down the road, when they apply for graduation. (It may seem like a small thing, but if it’s not officially required for the major financial aid won’t pay for it.) I pointed this out to my supervisor who thanked me for catching it and asked me to inquired about how we correct this.

So I sent an email to someone (middle management) who might be able to help, asking questions and proposing possible short term solutions until the curriculum committee could meet to make the changes official. After the email there was silence for a week. Therefore, I sent a follow up email. The next morning I received an email from one of the VPs, chewing me out for overstepping my bounds, trying to make changes I didn’t have authority to make, and a reminder that they know how to do their jobs and that I was expected to “stay in [my] lane.” (This email included my supervisor, multiple deans, two department heads, and another VP.)

Fine. I dropped it. I was already looking for other jobs (and ended up leaving the following year) so what do I care? Fast forward 3 months: we were about 10 days away from this new class starting with the first cohort of 10 students in this new degree and I started getting phone calls and emails from all over the place. The problem I pointed out still hadn’t been fixed. Now the Financial Aid and Registrar’s Offices are dealing with angry students who just found out each will have to pay for an 8-credit class out of pocket. Both departments were reaching out to me asking for help to get this fixed before the VP found out about it. I just forwarded the email I recieved from the VP with a message that I was instructed to stay out of this and that their bosses were aware that I was not to be involved. It’s officially not my problem.

(And to anyone who might say I should have helped helped and not screwed over the students. You’re right. Unfortunately, there is ABSOLUTELY NOTHING I can do at that point). That’s why I tried to address it months ago, when I could have helped.)

The proper way to make this happen involves making the proposed changes to a committee, then those changes would have to be approved by the executive board. For various reasons, this could not happen between then and the start of the class. So the VP contacted the state chancellor's office to see what kind of work around the state would approve to get this done now. However the college was denied any exceptions. In the end, the college ended up having to swallow the cost of this course for all 10 students. I don’t remember how much it was but it was no less than $25,000.

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