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The original was posted on /r/maliciouscompliance by /u/ContributionShort562 on 2025-08-29 14:08:32+00:00.
I worked in a factory job making display boxes for items that were being assembled on a conveyor belt. After a couple days, I got to where I could make a box pretty darn fast and I was always done sooner than the ladies working the conveyor belt, so I would step in and give them breaks. It was really hot in the factory, one lady was pregnant and passed out a couple of times, and we had a few older people faint as well. I was young and strong and wanted to help them out by giving them a break.
I asked the line boss how many of the items we'd make in a run, so I could do the simple division in my head and figure out how many boxes I needed to make before I could step in to help on the line. She was a petty person who liked to wield the little power she held over the rest of us, so she refused to tell me, saying that it wasn't my job to know and that my job was just to make boxes.
Ok then. That's my job, you say? My only job? Guess I'll just make boxes then. And I did. I made boxes. I made as many as I could, as fast as I could. And I didn't stop until the run was over. We had hundreds of boxes that the whole team had to break down and stack for reuse later. And the floor manager came over and asked the line boss what the heck was going on.
After that, the line boss always grudgingly told me how many items were in the run, and when I finished my work, I would step in and help out on the line to give someone a break. Suck it, line boss.
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The original was posted on /r/maliciouscompliance by /u/i_dont_wanna_sign_in on 2025-08-28 21:40:07+00:00.
I've worked in computer security for a very long time. A security policy that I'm sure most of the audience here is familiar with is that you always lock your computer when you walk away. Even if you're an accountant or receptionist, you just can't leave your machine unlocked ever.
About 10 years ago my team would have fun with this. If you ran to the bathroom or even had a conversation with your back turned someone would sneak up to your computer and jump on the chat client or even email and say something silly or stupid like "Does anyone know the meaning of life" or some other random thing. A lot of the teams would do this and it was mostly harmless but also was supposed to "shame" you into remembering to lock your computer before you walk away, without reporting you to security for your formal reprimand (retraining -> write-ups -> disciplinary action -> job hunt). Everyone knew it was good-natured and when the messages went out everyone had a good laugh.
One day a new guy shows up and he leaves his computer unattended. I introduce myself, shake his hand, chat him up a bit and finally tell him he needs to lock his computer when he walks away, it's company policy, he probably ignored that in the training but it's a big deal. Sent him the documentation, because he thinks it's stupid (again, we're in the security umbrella). He says "whatever". I shrug walk away, and he and walks away making a show of not locking his computer.
He got multiple warnings over his first few weeks from his team and other, but was a complete butt about it. After a while the team decides he's had enough warnings (and started being granted access to sensitive stuff) and so he was fair game.
Not long after I walked by him on his way to the elevator atrium, so I know he's going to be gone for a while. I sit down, find his email client and type out a silly message to his team's DL and hit send. As I'm standing up he's walking back. He finds me and demands to know what I was doing. I shrug, say "whatever" and walk away. Later that day his manager walks up and tells me that he explained the situation to his new employee, and that the new guy "didn't want to play that game" and was considering reporting me to security for impersonating him.
Really? Okay. No problem, Mr Manager (we were on very good terms), we will not play "the game" with your newbie. I will follow standard procedures.
I got my team and a few others on chat to tell them that under no circumstances should anybody fire a message from him when they saw his computer unlocked. No "shame" reminders for newbie. Just follow the standard procedure.
Almost 50 security violation tickets were logged in the next two days. [his desk happened to be closer to the elevator atrium, break room, and bathrooms so a lot of normal traffic] He was in security retraining the following Monday. We were in an open floor plan and I could see how mad he was talking to his manager and gesturing in my direction quite a bit. Not my fault, I had only opened two tickets.
His manager asked me to let up. Sorry, just following standard procedure, if I don't report these violations I'm liable.
Dude's computer was locked for the rest of that Monday only. The following day as I walked by, there was his email, for all eyes to see and newbie nowhere to be found... He happened to be getting coffee, which was my destination as well, and I told I noticed he forgot to lock his computer. He cussed me out and speed-walked back.
The damage was done. He'd already had a dozen tickets opened by others. And the security policy had changed at some point. Now it was a quick retraining then straight to disciplinary action (no write-up). He had to attend a meeting with his boss, director, and some security folks (I would find out much later that he got put on a security related PIP). He was gone in a week.
No one was out to ruin anyone's career here, but if you want to work in security and flagrantly violate policy because... I don't know why, well, you don't belong there.
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Not allowed to take vacation days from overtime all at once or on fridays? Got you!
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The original was posted on /r/maliciouscompliance by /u/desmosn on 2025-08-28 18:28:25+00:00.
So a few years back when I was working for my previous company as a commissioning engineer (about 60% of the year of field service, 40% office), I had accrued about 10 days of not yet planned overtime by beginnig of october. We were allowed to use that overtime as vacation days, which made sense for me because I'd have pay a hefty amount of taxes on that money otherwise, and i didn't particularly need that money. So at some point my then boss calls me to his office to tell me I should plan when I'd take those days, with the requirement to not take them all at once and not on fridays for the rest of the year. Since I had already planned 3 weeks of vacation from vacation days during christmas, he probably had some things in mind. His intention about the "not everything at once"-part probably was to not have me missing for 5 weeks at once. The intention about the "not on fridays"-part probably was to not have me going home from any possible field trips every tuesday evening. So I sat at my desk and started thinking about if I should use those days in a way of 2 times a full week of vacation or some extended weekends beginnig after wednesdays. Looking through my calendar which wednesdays I would be best to use, I had a brilliant idea. Wednesdays. 10 weeks in a row. Adding to that 3 weeks during christmas. So starting the next week, I didn't go on any field trips for 3 months. Safe to say, my boss wasn't particularly happy, but did not say a word since his requirements were fully met.
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The original was posted on /r/maliciouscompliance by /u/Tock4Real on 2025-08-25 11:59:05+00:00.
EDIT: OH MY GOD Literally everyone who saw this post throught I was talking about Alcohol because I used "cocktail" instead of "smoothie". I didn't even know they were different 😂 So just know. Ain't no alcohol here, just fruits and a shit lot of sugar.
I recently started a new job at a buffet. So far, it's great. We're divided into two groups, I'll call them the preparation and mixing groups. I'm in the preparation group where we prepare ingredients and proportions and give it to the mixing group who actually make the drink, pour it, and overall deal with customers. Sometimes, the very bottom of the mixer is no longer in proportion to the business standards (an ingredient or two is less or missing) so they give us the mixer with that extra bit that we're allowed to pour in a cup and drink for ourselves while working. It's really cool.
But, turns out, when my coworkers told me about it, they apparently had to "fight" for such a privilege?
FYI: this story doesn't have anything to do with me personally. It happened months if not years ago, and my co's told me about it and I'm now sharing it.
So, they used to do exactly like we do today. Having the extras etc. But then, one day the manager found out and he was OUTRAGED. He started yapping about employee responsibilities and how drinking smoothies while working is wasting time (somehow drinking water for the exact same amount of time is allowed, but smoothies aren't?) and told them all to dump all the extras in the sink regardless of what's happening. Of course, nobody listened. And they still drank. But one day, he saw someone drink AGAIN and had him fired??!! He was fired for drinking a leftover cup of fruit juice? And then he said this exact quote: "Dump all the leftovers. I don't care the amount, dump it all".
After a while, the mixing group heard of the incident and they were righteously furious. After a careful read of their contracts - they're the only ones to have contracts, most the preparation group is underaged including me, so no contract - they found the lines about proportion policy, and saw that it was a lot more strict than what the manager was enforcing. And they devised a plan: the mixing group would intentionally have most the ingredients on top of the mixer, so that after the mixing group is done with the pouring, more or less HALF the mixer is no longer in proportion and is considered "leftover". And as per instructions, it gets dumped.
It was a LOT. One mixer usually adds up to 4 or 5 cups, now it was 2, hardly 3. Nobody would drink the rest, rather it's all going to the sink. And considering the smoothies we'd make feature ingredients that are pretty frickin expensive, upoer management started noticing that something is up with the calculations.
This "dumping" continued for months apparently, and when upper management ran the calculations, they found that it doesn't add up in the SLIGHTEST. The amount of avocado, dates, figs etc. Was about half that amount in sales, which was expected on our end. One day, they stormed the store questioning everyone, because the losses over time were estimatedly in the thousands if not tens of thousands. They asked around, and they were told the story. Manager didn't know shit and couldn't respond to them, but the preparation group said that the manager told them to dump everything, and so they did. Let's just say, there's a reason I couldn't recognise the manager they were talking about 😂
Also, weirdly, the old manager (in the time it took for UM to fire him) couldn't fire the mixing group? Something about probable reason or contract expiration or whatever. I'm not in touch with it legally, but turns out he just couldn't. Idk why, and I'm not one to question it.
Ig the moral is: don't piss off your workers when they're being massively overworked (over 70 hrs a week) and being paid about two thirds minimum wage.
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The original was posted on /r/maliciouscompliance by /u/Theory_Large on 2025-08-27 17:07:38+00:00.
Long, sorry. TL;DR at the bottom. This was about twenty years ago, so some of the dialogue won't be exact, but some of it is burned into my memory.
At the time I was working in a toy shop, and it was coming up to Christmas, so you can imagine how busy we were. No, busier than that. Each worker was given a specific section of the store to keep tidy and stocked - mine at the time was what we called Boys' Toys, all the action figures and so on. However, I was also the only person other than managers who could process refunds, exchanges and so on, and because Boys' Toys was right beside the tills and the managers could be anywhere (no radios), the cashiers got into the habit of calling me for help. And it being nearly Christmas, there were a *lot* of exchanges, refunds and other things needing my intervention.
Our store was franchised, and we had a district manager (D, because he was kind of a D and also his name starts with D) who had never worked the floor a day in his life, he had some kind of business degree. He visited a few weeks before Christmas, came into Boys' Toys an hour or so before closing and got mad because it was messy and there were some gaps in the shelves. He refused to listen to my attempted explanations and stormed off.
Next morning, he was right there at opening time. When we had our pre-start meeting where sections were assigned, he interrupted our manager to say "I'm putting myself with OP today, she clearly doesn't know how to handle the section so I'm going to show her what's what." There was an awkward silence for a moment before Manager went on with assignments. I kept perfectly silent.
D trailed me to Boys' Toys and looked around. "Well, what's first? Or don't you have a plan?"
"Well, first I usually - oh, sorry, that's the tills calling for help, I'll be back in a minute." Dealt with the tills, returned, got halfway through explaining the first job and was called away again. By the time I got back it was fifteen minutes into shift and he hadn't done any work yet.
I have to give it to him, he stuck with it all day - I finally managed to show him what we were doing, and he schlepped up to the stockroom and down to the shelves half a dozen times, tidied the same set of shelves because kids loved throwing things all over the floor, watched as I was called away an average of five times an hour. (I didn't usually keep track, but you bet your ass I did that day.) He took his lunch when I did, ten minutes late because of a refund.
He didn't apologise, of course. I was too lowly for that. But the next morning, at the opening meeting, my manager announced that from now on, Boys Toys would have two staff as a matter of course, and that the managers would make an effort to be more available to the tills.
Tl;dr: District Manager thinks I'm being lazy, arranges to 'show me what to do', realises it's because I'm doing too much of the managers' jobs and not enough of my own.
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The original was posted on /r/maliciouscompliance by /u/Far_Rhubarb7177 on 2025-08-24 07:29:42+00:00.
So my job is delivering packages for Amazon Flex. One recent day, I had a package to deliver to a business, and unlike many business deliveries, this one had a “no recipient required” in the delivery instructions. This meant that I wouldn’t have to get a signature for the delivery. BUT, the delivery notes from the business itself very emphatically said that they didn’t want the package left unattended. Well, this delivery was at 7:00 AM, and it turned out that the business didn’t open until 11:00 that day, long after my delivery block was over.
So I returned the package to the Amazon station at the end of my delivery block. I was annoyed that I had to make this extra trip, but I also felt kind of good about it because it meant that the business wasn’t going to get their package that day, so it was a kind of revenge to them for making such delivery demands!
Hey…make stupid rules, get stupid results! 🤣
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The original was posted on /r/maliciouscompliance by /u/CasyD on 2025-08-21 14:34:59+00:00.
Recently, I posted a story here about my mother and how she had taken down a shop owner who was selling weapons to children by going to the news, complete with video evidence. It was so wonderful being able to see all the support coming out for my mom. Being able to share just a little part of her, especially after so long and with so many people. It was an amazing experience. You can check that out here if you missed it: https://www.reddit.com/r/MaliciousCompliance/comments/1mca8le/if_i_dont_like_it_tell_it_to_the_news_i_guess/
There is another story of hers to tell. Almost a prequel, if you will, about how she made her bones years before. My mom never showed that tape without lowering her voice afterward and saying, “There was also that other time, when I got that woman put in jail.” It is equally true and way more salacious. It is very long, but I hope very worth it.
Texas PTAs in the 90s played for keeps. The Frito Pies flowed thick and cheesy, the colors were bright enough to blind you, and everything was done bigger in Texas. There were events to plan, bake sales, fundraisers, and decorations to paint. All back when everyone was still carefree. My mom thrived in that environment. She used to say she had “Attention Surplus Disorder” because she loved to throw herself wholeheartedly into everything she did, and the PTA always needed more, so it was a match made in heaven.
This particular school PTA was run with an iron fist by a woman we’ll call Rosa. Nothing went through the PTA without her say-so, and her default answer was always no. She was even known to turn down free donations if she didn’t like where they were coming from. There was a board of people in this PTA who were the elite. To get on the board, you’d volunteer and explain why you thought you’d be a good fit. There would be a vote to allow you in, and the board would vote on what position you’d receive from there. Rosa made it clear she didn’t care for my Mom very early on. She’d gone so far as discouraging her from even applying, saying they didn’t need the help and not to bother.
The board decided, at Rosa’s suggestion, that my mom should be the treasurer. The position had been open for years; everyone who had tried to take it on had quit shortly after. Rosa would joke that they just weren’t as dedicated as the rest of them, and they’d move on. In choosing this position, Rosa had tried to bury my Mom out of the way. Rosa didn’t realize that my Mom was a seed and had now been planted.
Mom shows up for her first board meeting, excited about getting into the numbers. She was promptly told that she couldn’t see the books; only Rosa was allowed to see the books. Turned out people had been quitting this position because they were never allowed to do anything, and didn’t want to deal with the fight. Rosa would buy all of the things; she was responsible for putting in all the numbers into the books, and she would dictate what money was left or how much was owed. Rosa said she felt it would be inconvenient for anyone else to look at it. Mom didn’t want to rock the boat on the very first day, so she just kept her mouth shut while she learned the lay of the land.
The first order of business is to have a small bake sale, so they asked what she thought. Since my mom was always so extra, she suggested, instead of just a bake sale, why not have a whole carnival day event to bring the families together? Rosa was against it; she felt like it would be impossible on their budget. Which, of course it would be impossible, but that never stopped my mom. After some back and forth, Rosa was outvoted.
The impossible carnival day not only happened, but I think it was way bigger than even my mom was expecting. It was a whole spectacle and just sort of took on a life of its own. This was by far the largest event the school had ever seen. They were making money hand over fist. The principal got dunked in a legit dunk tank. She contacted the carnival, and they agreed to help out. It took up the whole front and sides of the school and filled the gym, and lasted for hours. They even suspended classes for the day, so all the students got to go. Just a truly fantastic day.
By the time the next PTA meeting rolled around, Mom was ready to begin working on the next thing because now she had tasted blood and liked it. She had come up with a bunch of ways to use the money as a jumping-off point to help the kids at the school. Rosa immediately put her foot down. “We don’t have the money for any of that.“ Mom was pretty taken aback. Money being the issue seemed weird after such a large fundraising event, especially compared to what they originally planned to do. “Oh, how much money do we have?” Rosa laughed condescendingly, “Just because one event did well doesn’t make the money work for the whole year. Some of us have to think on longer timelines.” This is a PTA. There’s not really a way to go into debt. Mom dug in a little further, “I’d be happy to look at the books. Maybe I can help,” Rosa put up her hand to stop her talking. With the most insincere smile she could manage, Rosa said, “Bless your heart, Melissa, you don’t need to worry about that. I already said no.”
For those of you not from the South, “Bless your heart” is basically fighting words. You only really pull it out when you want to bring someone down a peg in the nicest way possible. Rosa changed the subject, but the switch had flipped. There was a skunk in the woodshed, and Mom could smell it now. It wasn’t about being insulted or pride in her achievements; she had thicker skin than that. There was just no way the money was already gone, unless someone was taking it.
My mom starts asking around to people who had been on the board for longer about whether or not anyone had seen the books… Never once. Rosa’s kids were pretty far apart in age, and she had been doing this for a very long time. By the time her oldest graduated from the school, her youngest would be starting pre-k, so she wasn’t going anywhere for a while either. Other members told her there would regularly be meetings where things would be suggested, but Rosa would say that they didn’t have the money. Regardless of recent fundraising. Most of these parents assumed everyone was acting in good faith and dropped it.
Mom scheduled a vote to force Rosa to release the books to her, which passed. Rosa fought hard, way too hard. It took weeks for her to obtain them. Rosa kept complaining that having the treasurer look at the books was too inconvenient for her and that she had always handled it this way. She tried multiple times to call a vote to keep the books that were shot down. Several times she “forgot them at home.” It took a long time, but she eventually gave up the ghost.
At this point, a few parents were eagerly awaiting these records because the whole thing seemed off. They figured now that they had the books, they must have her dead to rights. They took them from her, and I remember they rushed home, sat down at our kitchen table, and started flipping through pages. Then reality sets in. My mom expected to find a smoking gun or money missing in mass quantities, but it was mostly just itemized amounts for things she remembered seeing used. Everything looked… normal. The other parents looked at it for a long time, then they started to just shrug their shoulders and leave.
Rosa even acted weird about it for a few weeks after my mom got them, but when nothing happened, things settled back to normal. My mom kept saying, if it was all above board, why go to these lengths to stop anyone seeing it? She couldn’t let it go. It took a while but the closer mom looked, the worse it seemed. Everything was accounted for but the price of things just didn’t add up. The PTA used the same vendors a lot. I think the major one was Sam’s Club, where they got wholesale prices tax-free because it was a PTA. In some instances, they were paying more than we paid at home without any of those benefits. Rosa would write down the numbers, but she never kept receipts. They just had the line items to match it up with from the accounts.
There were enough of these pretty suspect numbers and instances of odd behavior that she approached the police about it. She couldn’t tell exactly what was wrong, but it wasn’t right either. She was directed to the financial crimes unit, which at the time was like 3-4 people in a room at the police station. They just didn’t have the resources for this level of scrutiny. They agreed it seemed weird, but they didn’t have the time to go through so many transactions spanning years of time to establish a pattern. My mom, however, definitely had the time.
She starts calling every store in the book and asking about their prices. If she couldn’t get a receipt, she’d document the steps she took to get to that conclusion. She’d get them to fax over the current prices as well as any information they had on sales or price fluctuations around that time period. She and another member of the PTA would do the regular meetings at the school with everyone, then go to our kitchen table and work in secret. Working in the shadows and building a case against Rosa every night. It was months and months worth of effort.
Turns out the scam that Rosa was running was to basically buy 3-4 items; her kids would get 2, and the school would receive 1-2 for whatever the money was going towards. She’d mix them in with normal transactions so that it didn’t look...
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Ever had someone report you to authorities for something only to have officer help you stick it to the reporter?
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The original was posted on /r/maliciouscompliance by /u/nutlesscats on 2025-08-27 01:06:25+00:00.
I had my real-estate agent (Western Australia) rock up at my house and ask me questions about an unregistered car on the property, two hours later a council ranger turned up saying they had complaints about the car and was going to issue a removal notice. I said my real estate was the complaint source and he just stated that they had complaints and couldn't say who to which I had a laugh and explained she had randomly turned up asking about the car just two hours ago, to which he got this funny look and stared at the car and then at the other car in the driveway and asked if driveway car was registered which it was and just said
"swap the cars around so it's the registered car on the verge and it can legally sit there for two years before they can do anything about it" He then said have a good day and left
Second it is an offence to turn up at a tenants house unannounced where I live (which is what property manager did to ask about car) and led to us breaching the agency and them getting a 10k fine for breaching peace and privacy 🥳
Has anyone else had an authority help you screw over someone being a nuisance like this?
Edit, real estate agent is managing the rental property Also can be called a property manager
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The original was posted on /r/maliciouscompliance by /u/ScientistOtherwise34 on 2025-08-26 22:38:48+00:00.
In the 70's(yes I am old) I worked for a small fabrication shop. I filled several roles. One was billing and one was accounts receivables. We had a machine shop as well. One of our clients was a rather large maker of a specialty truck product. They would order certain parts from us to use on the trucks. This required the machine shop to make the dies and then we would make the parts. They would constantly make changes. Our contract said they would pay for any increase in cost. Now the change orders might add 2 to 5 cents per part. They would say alright and we would produce the new part. We would send the invoice for the new part. which would get rejected because the contract said the part was 35 cents each, not 38 cents each. I would have to explain that they had changed the order so they had to pay the new price. They would refuse and would only pay the original price. Finally I stopped the plant from making the parts that they were not paying the proper price for. They used a JIT (just in time) inventory system so they had no backstock in inventory when we stopped shipping. They called in a panic. Where were the parts. We told they refused to pay so we refused to ship. We went back and forth for a few days, then we had a check and all change orders were approved. The week they were down cost them several hundreds of thousands of dollars. The total of the difference between the original price and the new price on the parts was around $250 total. After the contracts were up, they found another machine shop. And they wanted the tools and dies we made. Cost them a pretty penny for those and they balked, so we would not ship them out. More downtime. You would think they would learn but they started doing the other shop the same.
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The original was posted on /r/maliciouscompliance by /u/CrazyEhHole on 2025-08-26 08:30:31+00:00.
Years ago I worked in a meat packing plant as a supervisor. It had its ups and downs, but overall it's was good. Until a new production manager was hired. We'll call him Bob.
Bob didn't come from the floor, or even leadership. He had an engineering background. Whatever, I'll try to keep an open mind. Well my mind was only open for about four and a half mins.
First day, first time meeting, he declares he's going to "right the ship" Sure thing boss, right that ship that is already sailing in the right direction.
He declares that going forward there will be no more OT. He states we are pissing away money with the amount of OT we pay. I asked for clarification "what about vacation coverage? Sick calls? Etc.). He replies "No OT! No exceptions!". Sure thing boss man.
Now I should point out, the department is work in is massive. My direct team at that time was 70 people. There were other rooms that other supervisors looked after for a total of 220ish employees.
Now I'm assuming all of you reading this are infinitely smarter than Bob and have figured out that with a team that size, we dont just get one sick call, we averaged seven per day. Vacations? 10% of the workforce was our cut off. Usually we hovered at 12 people a day. Not to mention leaves of absence, people leaving early etc.
So, on Friday I went to Bob one last time. I let him know that we are going to be short 19 people next week and ask once more for him to approve OT. I got a flat no in response. I considered going above him, but i figured letting the guy drown would be better.
I didn't ask for OT. Employees were coming up to me "boss, are you sure there's no OT next week?" Yes I'm sure Bob wants it that way.
Come next week. Two production lines aren't running. Bob comes to me upset demanding to know why two of the lines aren't running? Is is mechanical downtime? No bob, i have no one to run the line.
He stammers something about staffing appropriately and having better planning. "I asked you multiple times to approve OT, you said no each time. I was just following your direction". Cue the angry storm off. with him yelling "get some fucking people in here!"
Anyways, I then have to call people at home and schedule OT for the rest of the week because Bob sunk our ship instead of righting it.
I couldn't staff those two lines that day. For those wondering, not running those two lines that day lost the company $120,000 dollars (no I'm not exaggerating).
Bob gets a strip torn off him by his boss a guy I've known at that time for 10 years. He came and spoke to me about it outside (we both smoke) "what the fuck was he thinking? I thought engineers were supposed to be smart?" I choked on my cigarette laughing.
Bob lasted about three months.
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The original was posted on /r/maliciouscompliance by /u/Mohr_Khowbell on 2025-08-26 03:58:04+00:00.
I used to work on the loading dock of a fruit packing plant. The plant would get orders of a certain amount of heavy boxes of kinds and sizes of fruit, usually apples, and we’d use forklifts to bring our pallet-fulls of boxes from cold storage, reload those boxes by hand onto different pallets to fit the order, and then load the order into semi trucks to be shipped.
The apples were clean…ish, but the boxes and pallets were not, so it was dusty, physical labor for sometimes more than 8 hours a day, but we all pulled our weight.
One co-worker was not always that bright, but had somehow convinced himself he was smarter than the rest of us. Think of constant “Assistant to the Regional Manager” vibes, but without the funny.
We were in the middle of loading an order, and it happened to fall to him to do most of the hand-stacking—as it sometimes does—while the rest of us were finishing other, necessary jobs. The previous order I had done most of the hand-stacking, which was fine, while he had been somehow nowhere to be found till the very end. It’s okay, stuff happens… but it was a pattern with him, and the supervisor never seemed to hound him about it.
So now he’s doing the heavy lifting, and I have the option to immediately join him and help, or let my own muscles “rest” for a minute by doing a different, necessary job of tying off the tops of fully loaded pallets before jumping in.
I chose the latter—still physical, but not as. By the time I was done, he was still stacking. I knew there was only room for two to stack at a time, and I looked to the other guys to see if they might help instead, but they were still finishing up their own jobs. Since I was earliest done, I figured I should just help him and get it over with.
I walk over, grab a box, break the “glue” that holds it to the other boxes so the entire stack doesn’t fall apart, and get ready to lift. That’s when he said it.
“You might as well let me finish it myself!”
For whatever reason, this had been a thing my supervisor had been saying the last few days when coworkers had been slow—kind of teasing them, but also trying to light a fire too.
So here’s him, borrowing my supervisor’s line, directing it at me. I could see he was angry and felt justified. I froze, box in hand, glue half-broken, and looked up at him.
“Okay.”
I let the box fall, and walked across the dock to where I now see the rest of my coworkers, and my supervisor, watching us. Their work was done, and they were all standing there, waiting for Shane to finally be done with his. I just realized they’d seen and heard everything, and I expected my supe to chew me out because he’d always been adamant about not letting stupid arguments get in the way of work.
He didn’t say a word. None of them did. I maintained my calm pace until I joined them. Then I turned and watched—we’ll call him Shane because it’s actually his name—finish his job.
It was just a couple more minutes, but it was glorious. It was like we were all just taking a second before our next job, but no one else joined him. We just watched, and I could almost see his brain actively try to figure out what had just happened—like gears spinning, but not engaging.
I’ve worked a lot of crappy jobs with not always the best of people, but this is a moment that always makes me smile.
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I (18F) work part-time at a small retail store. On busy days I usually help unpack boxes and restock without being told, just to keep things moving.
But one shift, my manager snapped at me: “Don’t touch anything unless I specifically tell you. Got it?”
Alright then.
So I stood behind the counter while boxes piled up in the back. Customers asked where items were, and I smiled and said, “I’ll have to ask my manager - I wasn’t told I could move stock.”
After about an hour of chaos, my manager stormed over and said, “Why isn’t anything getting done?” I just said, “I was waiting for you to tell me what to touch.”
The rule disappeared after that shift.
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The original was posted on /r/maliciouscompliance by /u/xtab8 on 2025-08-25 16:41:03+00:00.
(Not in the US btw)
I used to be an operations engineer on a 1-year contract in a small department. There were only 4 of us and the seniors absolutely hated doing additional work, so when there was additional networking stuff required as part of a new project, it was dumped unto me. I didn't mind doing it as I was learning new stuff, but the lack of appreciation from the rest of the team and being underpaid made me look for other jobs when my 1 year contract was almost up.
Fortunately I was able to get a much better offer from one of my ex employers with about a month to go for my current contract. My current company never reached out to me to talk about renewing my contract, so I thought i'd just give them a heads up that I'm resigning and not renewing my contract.
My manager at the time used to be an engineer like us but was promoted 6 months prior and was incredibly cocky because of that. I went into his room and handed him my resignation letter, told him I was resigning and would be happy to hand over my stuff and train the others before leaving. He takes a look at the letter, gets really pissed, and tells me he isn't going to sign and acknowledge the letter until he decides what date I'm allowed to leave. He said this will happen after he's found someone to replace me and when he's in a better mood, essentially trying to hold me hostage. "But, my contract only has 1 month...", before I could say 2 words he says NO MORE TALKING, DID U NOT HEAR ME SAY I WON'T APPROVE IT UNTIL I'M HAPPY! I DON'T WANT TO HEAR A WORD ABOUT THIS FROM YOU UNTIL I'M READY!!! (Note this was very long ago where resignations via email weren't as common)
I thought about explaining to him when he had calmed down, but decided fuck it, if that's what he wants then I'll comply. So I continued working for the rest of the month, with absolutely no handover done until the last day.
On the last day of my contract, I head into his room and hand him my laptop, badge etc.
"What's this?"
"My stuff, today's my last day"
"Stop fucking joking around, I told you that I haven't acknowledged your resignation letter yet. Which by the way, I've just decided your last day will be 2 months from now because we need to look for a replacement, train him up and get a proper handover before you can leave. So keep your stuff and get back to work" He gives me this incredibly cocky look like he got me.
"Nope, my contract runs out after today. I'm not paid to work beyond that"
"You...what?"
"Yup, I've been trying to tell you from the start, my resignation letter was a courtesy since my contract runs out anyway, but u didn't allow me to talk"
"You're fucking bullshitting me!!!!"
"Nah go call HR and check, seeya!"
I watch his face turn from anger and cockiness to shock as I walk away from his room.
A few months later I find out that he got a stern lecture by the director even though he tried to put the blame on me, ended up hiring a network engineer that cost triple what they paid me, and breached multiple SLAs for the period before the new hire joined.
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Years ago I worked mostly retail, with a scattering of retail food service. I worked at a QuickChek for a few months, which is similar to a Wawa or Sheetz. Gas, subs, snacks, basically mid-range. I did a bunch of different jobs there, including making food, which I kind of hated. Everything was just reheated slop or low-grade pseudo-food, which is standard, but some regulars got very picky about their food. Some I get - I mean, you want to be sure you’re putting something at least ok into your body - but some people were just complainers for the sake of it.
One dude came in just about every morning to sit in and eat a poppy seed bagel, buttered, with multiple bacon rounds stacked thick, and extra black pepper. My one coworker who normally made it showed me how she made it for him and he was always happy with her. I followed what she did to the letter each time. But each time, he’d come back and complain. “My bacon isn’t crisp enough,” “There isn’t enough bacon,” “This isn’t toasted enough,” “This is toasted too dark,” and his personal favorite, “There isn’t enough black pepper on this.” Every. Single. Time. No matter how much I put on, it was never enough. I followed what my coworker did, she’d even tell me it looked good, and still, he’d complain. I vented to my coworkers and they said they stopped making his sandwiches because of it, since he did the same to them. Jerk.
So one day he comes up, and preemptively complains about the black pepper. “Make sure you put enough this time!” Ok, fine. I smothered that frigging thing like nobody’s business. The inside of that bagel looked as dark as the poppy outside. “Here you go!”
He came back a few minutes later and quietly said, “That’s about as much black pepper as one could tolerate.”
“Was it not enough still?”
“It was too much,” he grumbled.
He still kept coming in almost every day for that disgusting sandwich, but at least it seemed like he was timing his approach for when I wasn’t there at the deli section.
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Being a bit vague on purpose. Retelling the story with permission in the first person.
*** Edited with the corrected degree required, as many pointed out. Personally, I never graduated college, so I will mix up Bachelor's and Master's, as I have no personal frame of reference.
A few years ago I started a new position. The manager encouraged me to get my licensure and they'd promote you to assistant manager, but had proven myself over the years and had earned the title assistant to the manager and had the office running smoothly. Here's the thing, licensure requires a bachelor's degree. So I went back to online community college to finish my associate's degree, then online college to obtain my bachelor's degree. I'll be graduating later this year, and will have all other prerequisites to take the state exam in December.
Early spring, my manager started to show the seeds of doubt that assistant manager was not going to be available with the current ownership, as the new owners don't believe the company is big enough to require assistant managers. So, instead of the $20k+ raise with increase in title and responsibilities, I was told a $6k raise should occur, as generally the company pays more for employees in other departments that have completed higher education. Then it became without a title change, there can be no increase in pay. Then the fateful phrase "if you want more money, you'll have to leave." OK, boss.
Aside from a general disdain for being lied to, I incurred some minor student loans to fund my bachelor's, and some additional money is needed in order to start paying it back after graduation. I gave my resume to a colleague in the field and asked them to keep me in mind if they hear of any openings, expecting to hear something late this year or early next. However, in early June, just a couple weeks after reaching out to my colleague, I'm getting interviews for a new job that I never applied to. A couple weeks after that have, I accepted a job offer that was more than the $6k raise.
I actually got to see a "shocked Pikachu" face in person when I told the manager I was leaving. They never saw it coming. I was gracious with a longer than industry standard leave notice. Although the new job is a bit more of a commute, I am much happier in the new company.
I've heard through the grapevine is my replacement is still struggling with even the basics of my old job.
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I have another Dutch navy story; this time a malicious/militious compliance.
This happened in Den Helder, approximately 20 years ago.
One of my coworkers was a typical “Amsterdammer” in the worst sense of the word; loud mouthed, arrogant, really full of himself and he thought of himself as untouchable, just because he had been a Dutch marine for over a decade.
Let’s call him Adam (not his real name, obviously)
A little disclaimer just to make sure I don’t stigmatize people from Amsterdam: I’ve met a lot of typical “Amsterdammers” who were so in the best sense of the word; loud but really enjoyable, very confident but humble and decent.
Back to Adam with just a few examples:
He would brag to people about cheating on his fiancé, but he would also make sure everybody knows he actually really loves her very much.
When called out on his hypocrisy, he would get loud and offended and he would tell you that you ‘just don’t understand and to shut the F up.’ (Je snap d’r niks van, je mot gewoon je rotbek houwe! *heavy Amsterdam accent*)
He would argue about new policies and critique everything, but never in a constructive way.
It would always be as offensive as possible.
He would argue with our chief (a sergeant) and the head of Transport (an adjudant) and he would always be loud and deviant and would tell them he was stationed there longer, so they should back off and respect him.
This always ended undivided, because nothing was actually said or done that would warrant any form of punishment or reprimand.
It would annoy the hell out of the higher-ups, though.
He would operate heavy equipment dangerously.
Adam would drive forklifts in a dangerous way, steering too aggressively so the vehicle would behave instable.
Lucky for everyone, those machines were very heavy and stable, but even so.
Adam once drove on the highway with an empty coach because he had to pick up a group of people.
He put the vehicle on cruise-control, got out of his chair, stood next to the steering wheel holding it with one hand and used his phone to video himself doing just that. (about 20 years ago, so low quality video with a then-modern phone; think nokia/sony-erickson, just for context)
Then he would proudly tell everybody in the driver’s pool about his shenanigans and show the video as proud evidence.
Nobody ratted him out, but the higher-ups got wind of it so they asked him about it.
Of course he denied everything and the video was non-existent according to Adam, so he dodged consequences.
He then proceeded by telling all the coworkers about his little talk and ended with something like: “What are they going to do? Fire me?” and then laugh.
Later he got even bolder and he got into even more frequent arguments with the higher-ups and he started to shout things like: “If you don’t like it, then fire me!” (Ast je nie bevalt, ontsla me dan!)
Then after he would brag about it and tell everybody they obviously can’t fire him, even if they wanted to. (Ze kenne me tog nie ontslaan, al souwe ze wille, weet je!)
It’s fair to say that the atmosphere within our unit grew tense and it was evident that the higher-ups were very much fed-up with Adam’s behavior.
Until one day Adam overstepped.
He got into another argument and came up with his usual bickering.
Of course it got loud and he came with his usual “Then fire me!” comment, but to his horror the adjudant responded with something like: “Great, you’re fired! Now, walk with me to my office, so we can make it official.”
This went like a shockwave through the driver’s pool and we could hear Adam shouting in the office, which was a little further.
His screaming started with a lot of fire, the adjudant and sergeant responded in kind.
Then Adams tone changed to a more desperate tone and after that it got kind of silent.
When he left the office, his eyes were red and he did not say a thing to anyone.
In hindsight it was obvious that the higher-ups were waiting for a moment like this to present itself.
Adam took his last PTO and vacation days and was very docile for his last few weeks.
Thing got a lot more pleasant after his departure.
Disclaimer: It happened. Don’t believe it? Don’t read and please go fornicate yourself.
No AI.
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The original was posted on /r/maliciouscompliance by /u/Olastun_bee on 2025-08-24 12:18:50+00:00.
I work in IT at a mid-sized company. My job involves a lot of small but critical tasks—most of which are invisible when everything is running smoothly.
Our new manager came in and decided we were “not doing enough.” His brilliant idea?
“From now on, I want a detailed daily report from everyone. Every single task you did, no matter how small.”
Okay, sure. You want detailed? You got it.
I spent the next week tracking everything:
“8:02 AM – Logged into system”
“8:04 AM – Responded to ticket #4829 (password reset)”
“8:07 AM – Adjusted printer queue on floor 3”
…all the way through every mouse click, every reboot, every ‘quick fix’ nobody usually writes down.
By Friday, my “daily report” was 87 pages long. Times New Roman, size 11, single-spaced. I attached it as a PDF and CC’d everyone he had put on the distribution list.
Monday morning, he storms into my office:
Him: “What the hell is this?!”
Me: “My detailed daily report, per your request. Did you want more screenshots?”
Funny thing… later that day, a new policy email went out:
“Starting immediately: Weekly summaries are sufficient. Bullet points encouraged.”
Guess we’re not “not doing enough” anymore.
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The original was posted on /r/maliciouscompliance by /u/Aromatic-Scratch3481 on 2025-08-24 08:42:59+00:00.
I drive a semi for a "living" atm. I'm in. The first 1-2 years of bullshit stage before switch to towing these monsters.
I work for a company we will call "welfare expedited." They suck. But it have to take crap till other companies will take me.
So I get a load of drywall in New Hampshire and shoot it down to New Jersey to a building supply store. I did everything legally possible to get it there in their timed window, including "cooking my books" a little bit. As soon as my legally required split sleeper berth break was done, I drove straight there without stopping. I got to said sleep spot with 20 min to spare the night prior. Gps said I would be there at like 12:30. But the truck GPS doesn't have traffic. And I'm heading through the bronx and over the G.W. All said and done, I arrived at the drywall spot at 2:06.
Their delivery window is 7am-2pm.
So far no one has even sweat 30 minutes at these places. I generally call if it's gonna be more than 15 minutes. I just assume no ones gonna be a cunt about 6 minutes.
I was wrong.
I walk in and give the usual "hey I'm the welfare expedited guy, where do yall want me to park up"?
The guy behind the counter, guy#1 looks to another guy "what do you think?"
I don't hear/see what guy #2 says back But guy #1 says "sorry the cuttoff is 2pm"
Me: "it's 2:06"
Guy: "sigh.....yeah the cutoff is 2pm"
Me"... "you're serious? I have to come back tomorrow over 6 minutes?"
Guy: "yeah...sorry..."
He kinda seemed like he thought it was absurd too but didn't speak up.
Me:" WOOOOOOOOOW"
Now it's not that they can't unload me. The forklift drivers are right there. Nothing is going on. And they end their work day at 4pm. They've got 2 hours. The actual unloading with their forklifts will take them ~10 minutes. And me getting the heavy tarps and securement off and out of their way? Alone? If they asked me to rush it? I could have that shit out of the way in 20 minutes. I couldve been out of the way by 2:45 easy. It's not ideal for me to do things that way, but I can, they know that this is their business they have 5 flatbed delivery trucks themselves.
When a Karen wants to buy a product after closing and the underpaid retail workers wanna go home, I'm with that, go home Karen. I'd never show up to a restaurant within even 30 min of their closing time. I don't order pizza within 30 min of closing time. This is worker to worker. And I'm the one being made to go home late.
These dudes were gonna be here for 2 more hours anyway.
This was just one guys way of feeling powerful.
The power of feeling like a theoretical 6 minutes of their time is worth more than a minimum of 16 hours of mine. Where I am not paid. And they know that. They know I'm paid by the mile. They know they are costing me a day of pay. They still say no. I literally thought they were joking.
So I miss out on hundreds of dollars. Over 6 min.
Well my company takes my next run off me because of this and now what would've been: drop Thursday, pickup Thursday night, drop Friday morning , pickup Friday whenever, go home, deliver Monday.
Has become drop on Friday. Pickup on Friday. Go home, Drop monday
So I headed to a rest stop ten minutes away. And hung out.
Until ~1:40pm friday.
I pulled in at 1:56pm the next day.
Just to really show how shitty these people were being. They just hung out and told me where to park, ar 2:20. Thats...way after 2:06.
It truly wasn't about their time. They fucked me over just to feel powerful.
So the cutoff for deliveries is 2pm. They close at 4.
So I took my sweet ass time taking the tarps and securement off.
The guy who made the call to tell me no, he twice came out and asked me to hurry up.
"Can you take the tarps off now and roll those straps later"
"Nah"
"Well just warning you we leave at 4"
"K"
So there these guys are, in the hot sun.(Thursday had been nice and cool cuz of rain, we could've done this comfortably) sitting on forklifts. Waiting for me. Who takes a 20 minute shit in their bathroom, takes multiple water breaks in my truck.
Eventually the guy who I'd noticed in the back office this day, but didnt see the day before, comes out and gets all the plastic wrap off for me, seems real frustrated. But I just roll up my straps all nice and neat. And I admit I screwed up here, they start unloading me at like, 3:30. I was shooting for 3:50.
I notice the back office guy talking to the guy who made the call that 2:06 was too late the day before and he seems animated
Then I take my sweet sweet time doing the paperwork in my truck. That they brought back to me all crumpled up for some reason?? I wonder if there was like some behind the scenes crashout where one guy was like "fuck this dude *crumples paper and throws it out" and it has to be fished out of the trash or something. And I and hang out waiting for a safe way to pull out of their lot, so they can close their fences and leave etc. Till 4:06.
I'll never get the hundreds of dollars I lost or that day back.
But on day #2, I noticed the hot parking lot smelled like piss for some reason.
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This is a story I’ve been told about my mother’s ex-boyfriend since I was a kid. I’m not sure if it happened before, during or after they dated. But late 50s-early 60s. I’ll make up names. Eddie the Ex got a mohawk hair cut & showed up to work…Bill the boss was livid…after all that’s counter culture…and simply wasn’t done “I don’t ever want to see you with that stupid mohawk”. So Eddie went completely bald (which was even more counterculture). Bill…”what did you do a stupid thing like that for”
My mental picture (once I got over the mental shock of my Sunday school teacher mom (more June Cleaver than Carol Brady) dating a man with a mohawk…) looking at his boss like “make up your mind! what did you want me to?” Now it’s “ellipses…I don’t understand”
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The original was posted on /r/maliciouscompliance by /u/AlassePrince on 2025-08-23 20:25:34+00:00.
I (25, female) and my mom (57, female, duh) used to have a friendship with this guy. When his dad turned 80, I offered to take pictures since I like practicing my photography skills and find it fun. This was last year in August. I had already given them the best pictures in a photo album.
Well, last February or so, the friendship came to a screeching halt when the guy suddenly started blaming all his mental problems on my mom—including how he used to get bullied as a kid.
A) He had never talked about that before, so we didn’t know he got bullied as a kid (his parents and brother didn’t know either). B) My mom didn’t even know him back then.
Now, two days ago, I suddenly got a text from his brother asking if I could send him the pictures of the birthday party from last year. He refused to tell me how he got my number and also refused to explain why he wanted them.
So, I got my SD card, pulled the 300 photos I took (including the ones that didn’t turn out well—blurry or way too dark, since I don’t know much about what I’m doing yet), and sent them all to him through WhatsApp, one by one—so he’d get 300 notifications.
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Manager Says I Must Chat in the Group Chat … So I Do. In Every Language but English.
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The original was posted on /r/maliciouscompliance by /u/purpleninjaxx on 2025-08-23 19:55:24+00:00.
So, I’ve been working remotely for almost six years now, but I recently joined a new company with a new team leader. I could tell right away this guy was freshly promoted, you know that vibe when someone’s trying a little too hard to flex authority? Yeah, that.
My job is to talk with clients. That’s it. My team leader isn’t even looped into those conversations, so honestly, I barely have any reason to chat with him day-to-day. Naturally, I don’t really hop into the team group chat unless it’s work-related or someone tags me directly.
Fast forward to my third monthly review: all my KPIs were perfect. However, my team lead docked my score because I “wasn’t engaging enough in the team chat.” Apparently, saying good morning and joining in on non-work chatter was “required” to show team spirit. I pointed out it’s not in the metrics, never has been, and in six years of remote work I’ve never once been penalized for not spamming greetings into a chatbox. His response? “As long as you’re on my team, you need to chat. Even just a hello or goodbye.”
Cue malicious compliance.
Every morning I started posting “Good morning” and every evening “Goodbye”... but in a different language every day. Monday Korean, Tuesday Spanish, Wednesday Greek… you get the idea. At first, my lead thought it was funny. Then the rest of the team joined in, but they were all using Google Translate, and, well… let’s just say a LOT got lost in translation. Some sentences even got flagged by our system, and eventually the General Manager (his boss) had to ask what on earth was happening.
Suddenly my team leader wasn’t laughing anymore. He DMed me saying “Please just greet in English from now on.” Then he threatened that if I didn’t stop, he’d report me to the GM.
So far? I’m three weeks in. Still greeting the team in whatever language I feel like. Still waiting for that “GM call.”
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The original was posted on /r/maliciouscompliance by /u/Same-Expert-5930 on 2025-08-23 15:11:25+00:00.
The industry I work in requires people to keep short hair. A month ago my manager changed and the new manager seems to want to prove that he is doing something, so he asked me to cut my hair short which even the CEO was okay with, as I have been working with the company for a long time, and I would get regular haircuts as well.
So I became bald. You should have seen the look on my managers's face. My teammates seems to be keeping a social distance from me for some reason. The CEO hasn't talked to me since a month, even though we used to talk every second day, and I don't even have to attend daily meetings for some reason too lol.
I bet he won't tell anyone to cut their hair again.
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The original was posted on /r/maliciouscompliance by /u/jules083 on 2025-08-23 12:00:35+00:00.
Picture in the comments to show just how ridiculous this is. The short mowed grass is to the left, that's what my dad mows. The mowed grass along the road is the part the state mows with their tractors a couple times per year. This post is about the tall weeds in the middle.
For most of the summer I have a rough cut mower behind my little tractor. Not the biggest thing but perfect for mowing tall brush and weeds in tight areas. For years whenever the state mowed their part I'd jump on my tractor and mow that tall section so it all blended in. Never mentioned it to my dad because it only took about 5 minutes to mow, not an issue.
The key part of this story is my mower throws clippings out of the back but also to the right a bit. Typically I'd go so the clippings went towards the road. One day about 4 years ago I wasn't thinking and went the other direction. It wasn't too bad, just got some grass clippings in his grass. Figured the next time he mowed he'd just run through it with his lawnmower and shred the clippings and blow it towards the road and it would all be over.
Boy was I wrong. My wife saw it all. He drove past, stopped, got out of the truck to look at the damage. Went home, changed into work clothes, and came back with a lawn rake. Mind you we're just talking about grass clippings in the grass, it's not like I left it looking like a hay field. Nothing that I wouldnt run back over with my lawnmower and shred.
He came inside screaming and cussing at me for making a mess, he said 'you know that grass is my pride and joy' and told me I had no business cutting his grass because 'the state cuts it anyways so why would you cut it'. Apparently he never realized that I was the one that cut it after the state did their section.
I told him not to worry about it, it wont happen again. He told me that if I really wanted to cut it just rake up when I'm done. I said no, it won't happen again.
That was 4 years ago. That grass hasn't been cut since. Now whenever the state mows it looks exactly like this. He's too stubborn to ask me to mow it, and I'm damn sure not going to take it upon myself to mess up his pride and joy.
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The original was posted on /r/maliciouscompliance by /u/AvailableSoup8750 on 2025-08-22 17:57:31+00:00.
I own a comic book subscription box company that is popular with homeschoolers. It's the beginning of the school year and I'm getting lots of emails about whether comics contain "LGBT content." The same phrase is used every time, so I'm thinking a templated inquiry is being passed around in these groups.
Instead of freaking out or being nasty, I explain that children's comics don't have content about sexual orientation. (Some great comics do, but that's not what the subscription box sells.)
Then I provide a long list of my recommended comics with LGBTQ+ themes...since they clearly want to know more about these things.