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The original was posted on /r/maliciouscompliance by /u/Illuminatus-Prime on 2025-06-25 02:04:24+00:00.

ts;dr: The capital of Nebraska is Lincoln.

This happened recently. I was installing a store-bought "burglar alarm" system (a security system bought on the cheap) for a friend of a friend, when they received a package from a Chinese-owned warehouse store. It was one of those HEPA ion-breeze air purifiers that flood the room with ozone. They unpacked it, plugged it in, switched it on, threw everything else away, and started to walk off.

"You're not gonna check the instructions?"

"I know what to do and I ain't stupid, so shut the f**k up!"

I silently finished what I was doing and went home, not caring that they had probably screwed themselves over by not at least saving the instructions.

A few days later, my friend showed up with the air purifier and gave it to me. His friend had told him to "get rid of it" because it was "broken". I found the instructions online. One important detail was mentioned.

"/!\ Please be sure to remove all packing materials from the filter!"

The removable filter was still inside its plastic shipping bag. Once the filter was installed right, the thing worked.

I got a new air purifier for nothing, and I'm not telling the former owner, either.

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The original was posted on /r/maliciouscompliance by /u/Melx_Portals17 on 2025-06-23 20:58:04+00:00.

So my dad (who has neglected me for my whole childhood) always asks me to call him on pass (pass is when my mom can take me out of my mental health clinic for a few hours. He lives in Europe, so his time zones are wildly different. Whenever I'm able to call him, it's always around 12-3am his time. Recently, there was an omnibus for a series I really like, and since he tends to send me money every time I call, I texted him, asking for the book. I would have just asked for the money,but he is the only one in my family who had an eBay account. I texted him, to which he responds with "[name]! Please call me! I'll pick up at any time!". Perfect! Now every pass, I call at the most awkward times, and wait until he picks up. Still never got my book, but sooner or later, I'm sure I will. Ps: I know this makes me sound like a bad person, but for context, my dad has done very severe forms of ab*se ("So why call him?" Cause my mom gets spammed from him and me calling stops him from spamming her)

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The original was posted on /r/maliciouscompliance by /u/PerfectlyCromulentAc on 2025-06-25 07:58:52+00:00.

A fools errand, you may be aware of if you’ve worked in certain industries. Basically, new guy gets sent to purchase an impossible item, ie a left handed screwdriver, tartan paint etc, or an impossible task, check the mileage on a bicycle etc.

Quite common in the military, I didn’t really like it though as it’s not the sort of place you can always have a joke with them, you could know 100% they were joking, but you’d still play along with the impossible task because it felt like you had to.

I spent some time on this big overseas base, and I wasn’t exactly a newbie when I was there but still very young.

There was an NCO just above me who was a bit of a dick with stuff like this. I was heading somewhere and he asked me to go and sign off a small bit of equipment.

This was a fools errand. But the joke item is so specific to what we were doing at that certain time that it is very hard to explain why it would be a joke. So for this post I’m just going to say he asked me to get a ‘glass hammer’.

As I said this was a huge complex, you needed a vehicle to get anywhere. So I went to the stores and asked them, I wasn’t ashamed, as I said the joke was so specific to us that other units probably wouldn’t have even got it.

Then to the mechanics, then to the kitchen, then to Comms guys, then to HQ etc

I spent the whole day driving around the base, searching for this mystery item, having coffees and cigarettes, having a laugh with people in other units. Seeing areas I would usually not have an excuse to go.

He and the boys laughed at me when I got. They had spent the day in the cold working, I had spent the day cruising around having fun.

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The original was posted on /r/maliciouscompliance by /u/coffeebrewcrew on 2025-06-25 01:43:24+00:00.

Hey all,

Posted a few weeks ago about pharmacy life and all the stuff we have to ask that got changed pretty quickly, and today we had another bout of MC… which is basically a repeat, but with more aggravation and technology.

We had a new push come through last week from my pharmacy manager and DM where we are “strongly encouraged to tell people about the + service and set it up for them.

I’m sure you see where this is going.

Again, it’s busy where we are. It’s summer, people are snowbirding down here, so business is still high, we’re fixing issues with insurance and still filling a good bit every day as well as doing all our usual inventory stuff - I really don’t have more time for stuff at this point.

So around 3-ish we have a customer come in. Mom that I know. Very nice. Also had a big family. She didn’t know we have an online platform. Guess who had to show her and kick off MC.

I took her down to the counseling window and she pulled out her phone. I then showed her what to download, how to set up her account and explain what to do to refill her scripts, check refills and show her how to have us request a refill.

Oh but wait. Remember she has a big family? Let’s make it a family account. Four more people to add that have scripts. Need names, DOB’s and address checks.

So, about 20-25 minutes later, everything is explained and set up and she’s asking me a few more questions when my pharmacist pops out and says “hey we really need you to get back in here” and so when I got back in soon after we had a quick talk, after we got the queue caught back up that went downhill after the time I was out there.

Pharmacist: “You can’t spend that much time with a patient showing them the + option.”

Me: “But the email/text you sent me said the DM WANTS us to be active in setting up the accounts and assisting customers. Are you asking me to not do what he’s asking now?”

Pharmacist: “We just need it to be faster.”

Me: “Then I won’t do it so I can be fast. You can’t have this both ways if a customer needs help and they happen to be slow. Should I email the DM and ask if he wants this to be another ‘use your best judgment’ like our last issue?”

Convo basically ended there, kinda pissed off the pharmacist but that’s not my problem. You tell me to do the job… don’t be surprised when I do the job. If you don’t like it, then don’t ask for it.

I’ll update if this changes in the future.

Edit: cleaned up some phrasing.

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The original was posted on /r/maliciouscompliance by /u/JazrethMorn on 2025-06-23 18:20:48+00:00.

A few weeks into my new role, my manager sent out message to the team. “Please document everything you do throughout the day.”

That was it. No clarification. Just “everything”

So I opened a spreadsheet. I tracked when I logged in. When I checked email. When I got water. When I went to the bathroom. When I returned from the bathroom. When I adjusted my monitor brightness.

Each task had a time, a duration, and a description.

After about ten days, I got a calendar invite titled “Process clarification.” Apparently, they didn’t mean everything everything.

Now the rules is “log major task only.” I can work with that.

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The original was posted on /r/maliciouscompliance by /u/ChubbyBlossomPetal on 2025-06-23 06:10:36+00:00.

Years ago, I worked in housekeeping at a small hotel. It was one of those places where the manager thought running a tight ship meant micromanaging every second of your day.

One day, he decided that my cleaning method was too unconventional because I didn't strictly follow his exact room cleaning checklist in the same order every time. Thing is, my way was faster and passed all inspections. But he insisted I must follow the list in the exact order, no skipping steps, no improvising.

So on my next shift, I enter the first Room that needed to be cleaned. Step 1. strip the bed. I do it. Step 2. dust all surfaces. I do that. Step 3. vacuum. Oh, but there's trash everywhere from the previous guest. Nope, not until step 7. I skip it. Step 4. Clean the bathroom. There’s still food crusted on the nightstand. Not my concern yet.

By the time I’m on step 7 (empty trash and leftover items) the room looks like a war zone that’s somehow been half cleaned and then abandoned. But I stick to the order.

Guests start complaining that the cleaning looks weird or incomplete. I just explain that I have to follow the manager’s exact process, step by step.

Before the end of my shift, he pulls me aside, clearly frustrated.

Why does it look like the rooms are half done? He asked me

I told him I was doing exactly what’s on the list, in his order. No improvising, just like he said.

He stared at me, sighed, and said, Just do it however you were doing it before.

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The original was posted on /r/maliciouscompliance by /u/zerothreeonethree on 2025-06-23 04:31:44+00:00.

Every so often, hospitals examine their financial reports and decide that their profits problem is staffing. Never the supply contracts, manager salaries, perks, redecorating the front lobby, advertising costs, or moving the admissions department to a new location for the 3rd time in 10 years. Supervisors at the psychiatric hospital where I worked were told "No More Overtime!" It wasn't a suggestion.

The problem was that the pool of qualified staff in the community willing to work there was not that large. As a result, some of our lower paid staff technicians worked 60-80 hours a week to bring staffing levels up to the required minimum, as well as make ends meet at home. Most of the need was during non-program hours on off shifts, which required routine safety checks, and paperwork.

One weekend, I had to replace 3 staff on the same night at short notice. I was able to get 2 techs from the in-house pool at regular rate. After spending 2 more hours calling every other staff person on the roster, I scheduled a full-time tech for overtime. I caught hell later in the week when timecards were reviewed for payroll. Nobody wanted to hear my reason for incurring overtime. "Don't do it again or it's going to be a formal reprimand." was the CFO's advice to me. Cue Malicious Compliance.

The next pay period, the same thing happened on a weekend. I needed 3 techs for minimum staffing on both Friday and Saturday, but nobody would take the shifts unless I gave them OT. Sorry no can do. I called the most expensive nursing agency in town and ordered 3 RNs at weekend rate with night shift differential for both nights. Agencies charge not only the staff salary but bump up the cost to make a profit since they incurred all the cost of background checks, training, and license verification. To make our lives easier and comply maliciously, I asked the evening and weekend supervisors do the same thing to staff call-ins for the rest of the schedule. All shifts were filled with nurses, even if a "1:1 sitter" for extreme suicide risk was needed. That required constant observation, but no medical skills. It just so happens this was required for a mandatory 72-hour psych observation hold initiated by the police that very morning. Once word spread to the regular staff that agency was getting all the hours, call-ins accelerated, and the agency was supplying almost half of the staff - all LPNs or RNs

When the pay period closed, the timecards and agency bill were sent to payroll. Salary cost for the 2 week period was over 300% the normal expected amount. The organic digestive matter hit the oscillating cooling blades at a high rate of speed in the CFO's office. The Nursing Director called me to explain my part in it. I simply told him in my sweetest voice ever that I had no choice. "My only option was to use the agency. After (CFO) threatened me with disciplinary action, I didn't tell him that a technician at time-and-a-half cost $4 less per hour than a pool RN at straight time, let alone an agency nurse. I could have saved a small fortune, but I guess his accounting degree is better than mine." Of course, the other 2 supervisors gave similar answers.

A new memo came out that day stating that OT was once again approved, provided certain "financial guidelines" were followed. The CFO went back to counting beans and we supervisors went back to doing what we did.

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The original was posted on /r/maliciouscompliance by /u/bestcrispair on 2025-06-23 00:55:21+00:00.

Years ago, I worked for a large newspaper when they acquired a lot of the assets of another large paper that went out of business. I was a temp in the HR office. It was sad to see so many people come in from the dead newspaper to try and work for the other paper.

My job was to gather the resumes, give them a handout of job resources, and to direct them where they could apply for all the benefits that they may be eligible for. When my boss, Larry saw me waiting outside the building in the morning, they asked why I was there so early.

I explained that I took the bus, so I could either take the bus that got me there early, or the one that would get me to work 90 minutes late. I opted to be early. Larry agreed, and they changed my hours to allow me to arrive earlier and leave earlier. It worked well, because I could get a lot done for the office before people arrived. When I left in the afternoon, a second temp was there for all the processing needs from the day. It was seamless. Larry called my agency and extended my contract from 6 weeks to 6 months. They wanted to make me permanent, but there was a process to be followed.

Larry sent a memo to everyone concerning my schedule, explaining my schedule needs. A manager above Larry, a man named Jack told him that he couldn't show favoritism to me, and I needed to comply with the assigned schedule, or be replaced. Jack then told Larry that there were no allowances for scheduling special needs of employees.The next day, my boss, Larry told me all this and asked if I could get a ride in the morning so that I could be in 'on time' versus early. I tried my best. I was unable to do so. He told me to just keep coming in early, but don't clock in until time. As for the afternoon, he asked if I could stay until normal time and clock out. I agreed, even though it would make me now having to wait a long time in the evening for the bus.

My first day on the new schedule, the very boss that refused my schedule modifications, Jack, walked up to my desk. "I need these photocopies in triplicate." Before I could answer, Larry did. "She's not on the clock for another 20 minutes. She can do it after she clocks in between her regular duties."

Jack said "She's on the clock. She can work." Larry replied ever so sweetly. "No. She's not. You said no schedule modifications. She would have been on the clock, but she's not, now."

Jack asked to see Larry in the office. Larry agreed and I could hear raised voices. I kept reading my book, quietly, but watching the time. Just before I was to sign in, Larry called me in. "Effective today, you're to go back to your schedule that was modified." I nodded, clocked in, and made the copies before people began arriving. Larry would eventually climb the ladder there, taking over the position Jack held. I wish more bosses were as awesome as Larry! ❤️

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The original was posted on /r/maliciouscompliance by /u/Quirky-Fix9203 on 2025-06-22 20:03:49+00:00.

When I was 18 my first job was at new ice cream place that’s known for making and mixing their own ice cream in shop, very popular at the time (not sure if they still are I haven’t had it since this incident 11 years ago)

My manager was only two years older then me and everyone that worked in the store was relatively young so you can imagine the politics and the way things where ran, lots of favoritism and what not, I informed my manager four weeks in advance the dates I needed off as I was going on a trip for my birthday, put in the request and got it approved.

Everything went as planned, enjoyed my couple days on vacation and my first day back there was a weird feeling in the air like something was gunna happen, little did I know it was to me. We had a staff meeting the day I got back which seemed to be centered around this new rule that even if we got time off and it was approved we where responsible for making sure our shifts where covered, at this point I KNOW they weren’t talking about me because I gave him FOUR weeks notice that I wouldn’t be here for those three days, the. Akes the schedules a week in advance so he had plenty time to figure it out.

The meeting ends and me and one other person where scheduled to open, I notice that a new person and my manager stayed behind as everyone else left but figured he was training, my shift was going well until about around the time I needed to go to lunch, a family of 6 people piled into the store and I began taking their order, out to the corner of my eye I see my manger in the doorway of the connecting back room giving my the “come here” finger, I apologize to the customers and tell them give. E a sec I gotta grab an ice cream flavor that wasn’t out from the back, I get back there and say what’s up I got a big family I gotta finish then need to clock out for lunch which he saw, what the hell could be that important they he had to interrupt, well it was him firing me for not having those three days covered, I couldn’t believe what I was hearing, basically he said I was being let go because even though I had gotten approved for the time off I needed my shifts covered, I didn’t understand why I was even on the schedule to begin with if I had sent in the time off and told him four weeks in advance to avoid this situation in the first place! I knew he had messed up and probably forgot as I had seen him do that in the past, he told me to finish up with the family and I could leave, I was beyond pissed but put on my fake smile and went back to finish helping out the family, and wouldn’t you know it, it was their lucky day! They all got upgraded to extra larges, with any mix in’s completely free! All 6 of them, on the house compliments of my manager who just fired me, I clocked out, collected my tips from that overly happy family and have not been back since. In hindsight I should have probably made a bigger deal cuz he is the one that messed up, but the look on his face when I gave away all that free ice cream and told them to thank him for it was priceless, plus that job sucked

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The original was posted on /r/maliciouscompliance by /u/ikikr44 on 2025-06-22 12:57:02+00:00.

I learned how to bartend at age 19 in a wonderful corner pub. I worked here on and off for years- quitting for overseas travel and getting rehired each time I returned.

The manager who ran the place, and taught me to bartend all those years ago, was a wonderful mentor. And the owner was never there- I saw him in passing maybe twice, racing to the basement to count money and leaving without saying hello.

The owner at some point decided to change two things- he installed cameras and implemented a spill sheet. From his home he’d watch the bar (instead of , you know, sitting at the bar) and he’d call in periodically commenting on the regular patrons. I’m a good bartender, and responsible, but was so annoyed with his changes that when he reviewed the expectations of the spill sheet (date, product spilled, amount, reason), I decided to comply.

Most of the staff ignored the stupid spill sheet… but me? My few clumsy hours at work reached every wasted drop. 1/3 pint of beer lost due to foam. 1/4 shot of whiskey splashed out while pouring. I alone filled pages tracking all my spills.

Finally he told me I only needed to track drinks given away or full/large amounts spilled.

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The original was posted on /r/maliciouscompliance by /u/Labaholic55 on 2025-06-21 22:38:56+00:00.

Midway through the the school year when I was in the second grade we suddenly got a new teacher. She went around the classroom and asked each of us to stand up and say our names. Now my name is Fredric because my maternal grandmother was named Frieda and she passed away a few days after my birth. But neither of my parents wanted to call me Fred so my nickname became Ric. So when asked I stood up and said my name is Ric. "WE DO NOT USE NICKNAMES IN MY CLASS! YOUR NAME IS RICHARD!" When I attempted to use my correct name I was shut down and told there was no exceptions and I was to use the name Richard. To this day I have no idea why she didn't look at any paperwork to see my name but I simply obeyed her demand and answered to Richard. A couple of weeks later came PTA night and my parents went to meet with her. I was told things went wrong the moment she said she was happy to meet Richard's parents. My mom was a very formidable woman who didn't suffer fools gladly. My father was a delegate in the teachers union so he had some pull of his own. After that Ric was just fine thank you.

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The original was posted on /r/maliciouscompliance by /u/KitchenOutcome4646 on 2025-06-21 08:59:08+00:00.

Look at the accounts that have posted the last 10 posts in this subreddit. Check their recent posts and responses. Note that half at least have one actual post, on this subreddit, and have usually 3 replies to some askreddit posts, and nothing else.

This sub could do a lot better without all of this AI/bot content.

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The original was posted on /r/maliciouscompliance by /u/Ancient_Educator_76 on 2025-06-17 17:00:29+00:00.

What's up, party people? Some simple MC here from the Meat and Seafood department of your Arizona Hometown Grocer.

An old lady, a customer who insists to me that she is "a regular", even though I've never seen this particular septuagenarian before, starts spitting (quite literally) vile filth at me from the very onset of our interaction. It's like a bad movie about a dyslexic meat guy who has a healthy dose of ADHD.

"Do you work in this dePARTment? I thought you were new you might be new, so I'll say this as slowly as I can... I need dover sole!"

Okay. Sure. Coming right u-

I need FOUR PIECES!

As I'm starting to pick the fish I realized that both the dover sole and the rock fish are in the same row, and I originally thought four pieces was only three. I tried to explain this to her, but to no avail she doesn't understand displacement theory.

"I NEED. FOUR. pieces!!"

Okay, enter MC

I don't know where she thought I was going to magically find an additional dover sole filet, but I decided to work my magic.

I weighed out the three pieces, printed the sticker, took the pieces to the side to be wrapped, then sliced one filet in half. I then put it back on the scale so she could see.

"Four pieces, right?"

The crazy thing is that any time I take a knife to a piece of meat/fish at the customers request, regardless of the reason, I had to enter it as a choice cut. When i reweighed the whole thing I knew it was going to be more money for the same amount of fish.

It was literally double the price.

She walked off with her seafood, looking like Bert at the end of any Bert and Ernie Sesame Street episodes, with a "womp womp wooooooomp" coming from a nearby trumpet.

TM;DR- There was an old lady who swallowed a fly. She insisted on paying more for the same amount of fish.

updoot:

Here's what I do when I write: I have my phone and whenever something I think happens that's a good MC I type it in my notes on my phone. I've done that for like four or five things lately. i haven't posted in a while, this happened a couple months ago. There was more too it than the just cutting the third piece of fish in half and charging a fee for cutting and she gets four pieces yadda yadda... she was super funty to me, like big time. so I was like oh yeah we're making you a story... even though there really wasn't much happening except that... so yeah this one sucks azz in comparison to what I usually write. The good news is I just wrote one that I feel passionately about where the head honcho wants the deli department to write down where they go and when and why and be "specific". I had fun with that one.

Usually my upvotes are in the 90% but not this one... my bad. :)

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The original was posted on /r/maliciouscompliance by /u/PetalHoneyBabe on 2025-06-21 05:48:34+00:00.

I once worked at a big box retail store where management loved making up random rules to boost productivity. One day, our floor supervisor decided we were no longer allowed to scan full cases of items, we had to scan each individual unit, even if there were 24 identical cans in the box. His reasons? Inventory accuracy.

I pointed out that the system already accounted for cases properly and this would slow down stocking. He just said, Don’t care, one at a time. That’s an order.

We began doing it his way and it we t well because we didn't really get alot of same items that day.

However, on my next shift, I got a pallet of canned corn. 96 cans in 4 large cases. I cracked open every case, scanned each can one at a time and placed them carefully on the shelf like I was arranging fine china.

It took me about 40 minutes to do what normally takes 10 minutes. I did this for every similar item the whole day.

By lunch, the backroom was a disaster, the line of carts waiting to be stocked had tripled and other departments were short staffed because people had to come help us.

By the end of the day, the supervisor was fuming. Why is this taking so long? I reminded him what he said. I’m just following your order exactly.

He tried to backpedal but I asked if he wanted it in writing that I should ignore his previous instruction. He dropped it.

By the next day rule was gone. We were back to scanning cases.

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The original was posted on /r/maliciouscompliance by /u/Melx_Portals17 on 2025-06-20 21:00:57+00:00.

One girl in my residence really does not like me, and whenever I'm in close vicinity of her, she'll say very loudly "BOUNDARIES, DORM A!". Previously, she was guesting on another dorm, and she needed a resident or staff to open the door. On one occasion, I was sitting by the door, and I heard her knocking. I opened the flap to see who was there, and when I saw her, knowing she would get mad, I walked away, not even notifying others, because it would be considered "breaking the boundary". She waited out there for two minutes, before a staff opened the door. Revenge was sweet. 🙃

Update: Yes, I'm in a mental health residency

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The original was posted on /r/maliciouscompliance by /u/VAvegan on 2025-06-20 19:56:05+00:00.

Years ago, I worked at a bank as a sort of substitute teller/CSR/manager—a utility player who floated between branches. One branch I covered regularly had a reputation: the branch manager and assistant manager treated the teller staff like garbage. They rarely helped, even when lines were out the door. Instead, they'd hide in the back eating and gossiping, glaring at you like you were the problem if you dared ask for help running their branch.

One day, the manager was off, and true to form, the assistant manager went straight into the breakroom as soon as the branch opened and didn't come out all day. Honestly, it was almost better that way—I didn’t have to deal with her attitude.

Toward the end of the day, an older gentleman walked in, looked around, and loudly announced: "I need somebody to help me at the desk!” I replied, “Absolutely, sir. May I ask what this is regarding?" He looked offended. “Huh?! I need a reason now to speak with someone?!” I kept it polite. “Not at all, sir. I’ll get someone right away.” I walked into the breakroom and said, “There’s a gentleman out front who asked for someone to help him at the desk. He was pretty specific.” She looked at me like I just told her she was being audited. “Who is it? What does he want? Why is he asking for me?” I shrugged. “Not sure. He didn’t say. But he was very insistent. Sorry to interrupt—I know you're busy.” She sighed dramatically, slammed something on the table, and slowly got up.

As I returned to the front to let the man know she'd be right out, another customer walked in. She was much more pleasant and asked: “Hi, I was hoping someone could help me open a couple of accounts?” I smiled and said, “Of course, ma’am. I’ll be right there!” At that moment, the first guy threw his arms up in the air, realizing he had to wait for the assistant manager he demanded. I kept smiling, because I knew these two grumpy people were made for each other.

Meanwhile, I happily helped the new customer, earned a $10 commission, and inched closer to my sales goals. 😌

Edit: deleted "so I can connect you with the right person?” and added breaks and added "sales " to modify"goals for clarification.

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The original was posted on /r/maliciouscompliance by /u/ElectronicWest1 on 2025-06-20 03:30:06+00:00.

1985 I was a teenager working the drive-thru at a fast food restaurant at the beach in So Cal. A van with 6 obnoxious surfer dudes drove up and were being deliberately obnoxious with their order, rude, screaming, making everything difficult. They eventually ordered 6 burgers screaming 'extra sauce!' after every one.. I took the order and ran back into the kitchen and told the grill cook that I'm going to make their order.

If you've ever worked in fast food prep you know you line up the buns, you pour a quarter size drop of sauce on the bun, then the pickles/lettuce/tomato/burger/bottom bun and then you wrap it up. So I put the buns down, covered them in sauce until you couldn't see them. Pickles, covered in sauce, tomatoes, covered the in sauce, lettuce, covered it in sauce, and did this with each layer, and covered the top of the bun in sauce.Then I covered the burger wrapper in sauce, and wrapped it around the burger, carefully. I had to triple-bag the burgers because they were dripping and absolutely soggy with Jumbo Jack Sauce.

The bag felt like it weighed 10 extra pounds with all that sauce, I ran back up to the window, took their money, was as pleasant as could be, and handed them their bag.

Here is the sweet part: I did not give them any napkins

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The original was posted on /r/maliciouscompliance by /u/alicewils0n on 2025-06-19 23:51:07+00:00.

I (18F) work part-time doing admin support. My old manager was great - trusted us, let us communicate freely, just asked for summaries when needed.

Then came the new guy. First week on the job, he sent out an all-staff email that said: “Going forward, I want to be CC’d on every single email related to any ongoing task or conversation.” Literally bolded and underlined.

Cool, I sent him everything. Emails about lunch orders. Meeting confirmations. Calendar invites. “Thanks!” replies. Even internal IT memos.

By day three, he had over 250 unread emails. He called me into his office and said, “You don’t need to CC me on everything. Just the important stuff.”

I smiled and said, “Got it, I’ll wait for a list of what counts as important.”

He never sent that list.

Now he just reads the summaries. Like my old manager.

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The original was posted on /r/maliciouscompliance by /u/SpecialistPublic5503 on 2025-06-19 23:16:06+00:00.

I worked at a fast food joint when I was in high school. The joint would stop rostering staff after they turned 18 as they would need to be paid more. I was 17 and a half at the time for reference.

Management was lame. They'd expect us to find a replacement for missed shifts, regardless of how much notice we gave. If we were understaffed, we'd have to turn non drive-through orders away but otherwise it would be business as normal.

I had my final end of year 12 exams. I did 6 subjects and the exam for each subject was held on different dates in November. I provided 3 months of notice yet was asked to find a replacement the night before my exam, or I'd be let go.

Now, if an employee ghosted my boss at this point, they'd be let go and my boss would typically find someone else to cover the shift, as he should be doing be default.

No problems. I texted my boss that I found a replacement. I sent my deadbeat brother who was unemployed and on welfare for the past 3 years there.

My boss went ballistic and sent me a brigade of texts blaming me for costing them money and informing me that I was let go.

I read them after my final exam and blocked him.

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The original was posted on /r/maliciouscompliance by /u/TheoryEcstatic7269 on 2025-06-19 22:17:07+00:00.

Company was bought out. Went from a small company to a larger corporation.

My job title went from everything to Inventory. All the workers learned to come to me for help. New-ish person has a job over these guys. The guys still contact me when they have issues. I explain everything to everyone involved so they know what’s going on

New-ish person gets upset and now there’s a big deal about them going outside the chain of command. I get informally reprimanded.

Ok, now my default answer is “I don’t know”. Guys are asking me, and I say “ask so-and-so”.

“But so-and-so” never answers or tells us to call you.”

“Not my job. Call them.” I’m waiting to see how this pans out. Day 1 has been “interesting” to say the least.

Update. Today was asked:

(question 1) “did customer A approve the job?” My reply: “I don’t know.” (I had assumed so since we’re doing the work). We charged 1/4 of what was estimated.

(Question 2). “Did customer B pay his bill?” My response “I don’t know, you’ll have to ask X”.

I will give more details after a little while. I told the guys that so-and-so has to fail spectacularly.

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The original was posted on /r/maliciouscompliance by /u/Yellow_Wood_Wanderer on 2025-06-19 20:25:42+00:00.

Well I’m back to give you all an update. Brief summary my boss made me move offices 3 times in a week. The final move resulted in me not having access to a phone/phone line. Here’s a link the original post is below.

Now to the fallout. After I moved my office for the final time I began rage applying to jobs, I happened to find one that is almost exactly what I was doing with a competitor and I applied and within 24 hours had an interview and a week and a half later I secured an offer letter with a 15k raise walking in the door!! Whoo me!! I gave my company notice and the CEO (the jackass that pulled the office power trip) decided to terminate my employment immediately, so now there is NO one in the company that has any idea how to do what I did, and no one to train anyone they bring in. I talked to my new employer and moved my start date up a week. I’m out of a toxic environment and the company I worked for shot themselves in the foot. Karma is a thing man!!

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Update 1: I thought about it and emailed the appropriate muckity mucks so they couldn’t jam me up for not doing my job, and not telling them what was up. I have a whoopsie email chain now. The earliest the issue will be fixed is Wednesday. Aaannnnddd my counterpart in a different office starts vacation tomorrow so I’m not sure who will get stuck with the phones.

Original Post: I thought I would share my in progress malicious compliance at work. A little back story my office is an old residential building converted to a flex space so the interior layout is quirky at best. When I started my ‘office’ was in the space that used to be a closet. To say I had very little work space is an understatement. Fast forward to last week. Remodeling has been done and staff moved around and I have been told I will have a legit office now! Awesome right?! Wrong the decision comes down today no office for me, after I had already moved into said office. I have to swap with a coworker that has an open design workspaces, said coworker does NOT want an office. We are told it doesn’t matter what we want, we have to change. Now cue the malicious compliance…I move desks, but I don’t have an office phone. Well I do, but it goes to nothing. There is no phone line, jack, etc anywhere near the part of the building I am now located. Did I mention that a not insignificant part of my job is answering the phone, and if I don’t the phone starts ringing to all the company extensions. So now we are playing a game called, how long before the people that are ‘smarter’ than me figure out they made a big, big mistake?!

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The original was posted on /r/maliciouscompliance by /u/ZookeepergameActual1 on 2025-06-19 17:35:02+00:00.

I was a MIG/TIG welder at a mid-size fab shop. Been doing this over a decade. I wasn’t a supervisor, but I ran circles around most of them. I helped new guys set up their machines, fixed wire feeders on the fly, double-checked prints before parts went out, made sure jigs were actually clamped right. Not in my job title, but it kept things running smooth.

Then corporate sends in a new shop manager. Guy had a degree and zero shop experience. First week on the floor, he tells me, “You need to stop doing everyone else’s job. Just weld what’s on your table.”

Alright, boss. Just welding it is.

I stopped checking the WPS. I stopped fixing bad prep. I let new hires melt holes through stainless and warp aluminum frames because no one taught them how to control heat input. I stopped catching missing cuts before they hit the table. I welded what I was given, even if it was upside down or made no sense. Not my job, remember?

By the end of the first week, production was three days behind. Guys were blowing holes through thin wall tubing, welds were failing bend tests, a fifteen thousand dollar custom staircase got scrapped because someone flipped the orientation on the fixture and nobody caught it. One guy welded half a job with 6011 and the other half with ER70S because nobody was around to explain the difference.

Second week, the manager was losing his mind. QA was flagging every other part, clients were calling furious, and half the shop was standing around waiting for rework instructions.

He pulls me into the office, sweating through his button-up, and says, “Can you please start helping again?”

I said, “Sorry man. I’m just welding. Like you told me.”

Took a job offer from a cleaner shop with actual leadership and dipped. Heard he got fired a month later. The shop still hasn’t caught up on their backlog.

TL;DR: New boss told me to stop helping and just weld. I did. Welds failed, parts got scrapped, shop fell apart. He begged me to fix it. I left. He got fired

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The original was posted on /r/maliciouscompliance by /u/Delicious-Pea-7594 on 2025-06-19 14:26:35+00:00.

So my MIL has a very cute but very bad dog I’ll call Fred. Fred has never heard the word “no” in his life. Whenever he does something bad, my MIL will just laugh and shrug her shoulders.

When I visited recently Fred did a couple of naughty things and I told him “no” which of course he didn’t understand. After about the third time, my wife angrily pulled me aside and said to stop telling him no, since it is not my dog and MIL is getting upset.

Fast forward to dinner, I’m sitting at the table alone while wife and MIL finish some last minute things. Fred jumps on a chair and knocks over a whole plate of pot roast on the floor and of course I say nothing.

During the clean up my wife asks if I saw Fred at the table. I said, “Yep, I saw everything and you said I can’t tell him ‘no’, soooo…”

My wife bit her tongue so hard.

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The original was posted on /r/maliciouscompliance by /u/Flicksterea on 2025-06-19 09:27:03+00:00.

I am a site supervisor who oversees a team of ten - we are responsible for the after-hours cleaning in a high school. Generally, my team report any damage/graffiti they find and although it's not technically part of my role, I'll assist hirers who have rented the site facilities for sports and the like. Nothing major, I swipe them in if they've got issues with their access cards or dish out directions. I'm also responsible to ensure site security at the end of each shift - which was up until recently basically alarming the buildings.

Most schools in my state (South Australia) are gated and therefore fully secured once the main six-foot gate is secure. This site is not gated, and is accessed by the general public. There are almost always people cutting through the grounds or walking their dogs on the ovals. All good. I do my job, alarm the site and go home.

A few weeks back, it was discovered that a student had somehow gotten ahold of a swipe card which gave them access to the site after hours. They'd allegedly had this card for almost a year and managed to get away with it - though how isn't clear since I alarm the bulk of the site, save areas that are hired out beyond my finish time. The end result of this discovery has basically been a huge overhaul of security protocols and a crack down on alarming.

I was given direction that at the end of each shift, I was to alarm the site as usual however if any buildings didn't alarm that I knew should have, I had to then complete two additional steps; contact Police Security and inform the Facility Leader immediately.

I finish at 8PM. The F.C's work day ends at 4PM and she's not particularly keen on being disturbed after hours...

However the instructions were clear; any incident had to be reported to her.

The site is old, the alarm system is sensitive and frankly, it's a daily occurance that a building won't alarm for some reason, or a hirer will access an area they're not technically supposed to be in. And F.C knows this, or I thought she did.

Monday night, I have to call Police Security and her.

Tuesday, same.

All week, there was always something that prior to all the changes, I would log in a book that F.C would sign off on the next day.

By Friday, she's snippy with me. Sighing, tutting, that sort of thing. But then my weekend crew had a few issues and, as I was supposed to, I reported them. Or tried to. F.C didn't take any of my calls. Monday morning rolls around again and I get called into a meeting...

F.C has decided that we will revert back to the old system as she didn't appreciate all the calls nor did she appreciate Police Security emailing her asking why the 'cleaner keeps lodging nightly reports'.

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The original was posted on /r/maliciouscompliance by /u/RosyKissaAngel on 2025-06-19 06:13:37+00:00.

A few months ago, my husband (31M) and I (26F) hosted a small family lunch. Nothing fancy, just six of us, including my husband's aunt, who tends to hover a lot whenever she visits. She also likes to act like she’s doing us a favor by letting us host, if that makes sense.

Anyway, after we finished eating, I started stacking plates like I always do when she suddenly jumped in with.. Oh no no, you cooked, I’ll clean up! Don’t worry about it. Go relax!

I asked if she was sure but she waved me off with a guilt smile and repeated, I insist. You’re always fussing around, let me do something for once.

I walked right over to the couch, kicked my feet up and watched TV. Didn’t lift a finger. I didn’t clear the table, didn’t rinse anything, didn’t put away leftovers. I left the entire battlefield for her to handle, sticky serving spoons, dirty pans, half open condiment, the whole works.

About 15 minutes in, I heard some muttering. Then the sound of her opening every cupboard looking for containers. Then she called out: Where do you keep the cling film? I shouted back, Top left drawer and went right back to my show.

By the end of it, she was sweating and slightly cranky but she did finish cleaning up because, well, she insisted.

Later, she said, Next time maybe we can both do it together. And I said, Sure! Just let me know.

She’s never offered to clean the whole thing again but now she actually helps instead of making a show of it.