People Are Eager To Tell Us Their Malicious Compliance Revenge Stories

I don't know about you, but there's been at least a few times in my life where I wish I could've gotten back at someone for the awful way they treated me. For just a second, I wish they could feel the same hurt they inflicted on me. But alas, I never follow through with my devious plots, because well, I can get in some serious trouble! The cool thing about these revenge stories, is that the revenge-doers in them don't face any consequences for their actions. By simply following the rules, they're able to get back at their rude coworkers, mean teachers, or annoying customers, and can leave totally unscathed. Want to know what I mean? Read on for some awesome malicious compliance revenge and let us know which ones are your favorites!

26. I Need To Wear A Belt? Not If I Don't Have Belt Loops

“This actually happened in 2006 in my sophomore year of high school. We had just gotten a new principal that year and he decided to completely change the dress code. One of the new rules was that any male who wore pants with belt loops absolutely had to be wearing a belt.

It was nearing the end of the year and he and I had already had a few run-ins which turned into him looking for any reason to write me up. I’m not saying that I was an angel or anything, but most of it came from me not being intimidated by him and standing up for myself when I honestly hadn’t done anything wrong.

I overslept one morning and was in a rush and when I got to school, I realized that the shorts I was wearing had belt loops and I’d forgotten to wear a belt. I didn’t really care as the punishment for dress code violations was always a warning unless it was recurring and I had never done this before.

When we were changing classes, I passed by the principal in the hallway and noticed him looking at my beltless pants. I really didn’t feel like dealing with him at the moment so I slipped around the corner and into the swarm of other students before he could call me out.

When I got to my next class, immediately the intercom came on. It was the principal making an announcement telling all teachers to check all boys’ pants and send any boys breaking the dress code to detention for the rest of the day.

This really ticked me off because I had never broken the dress code before, my pants were not sagging, and most importantly, I wouldn’t be eligible to play in our tennis match after school if I got detention. Luckily my teacher wasn’t in the classroom yet, but I knew that I wasn’t getting out of it that easily.

In a hasty decision, I ran to the teacher’s desk, took her pair of scissors, and cut every belt loop of my pants much to the amusement of my classmates.

The teacher came in a minute later, completely missing the announcement, but sure enough, the principal sticks his head in the door about 10 minutes later after obviously noticing my absence in detention.

He tried to play it off like he came to talk to the teacher about something and just so happens at that moment to notice my pants.

With the smuggest look on his face, he said “OP, did you wear a belt today?”

“No sir.”

“Well, why aren’t you in detention?”

I stood up and revealed my newly tailored pants, and said “Because I don’t have belt loops, sir.”

Most of the class is losing it at this point and if looks could kill, I would be dead.

There was nothing he could do though because no one would admit that I had just cut them and the rules clearly stated that it was only against the dress code if your pants had loops. This was not the end of our run-ins but I at least won that round.”

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25. I Have To Turn On My Camera? You Didn't Say What I Could Show On It

“Background: I am currently in high school, and we have Zoom meetings in almost every class, every day for online school.

I dislike it, especially having to have our cameras on. I get super self-conscious that anyone in my class could be looking at me, and I wouldn’t know. Being paranoid is the best way to describe the feeling.

My English Teacher who we will call Ms Stevens, is super extroverted and loves to see her students.

This is all fine and dandy, but she obsesses over it, she yells at kids all the time for not having their cameras on, as she wants to “See you participating in the class”. I personally don’t think students should have to invite their class into their personal life for a grade.

After a while, she got fed up with people ignoring her demands, so she started docking points for the day’s assignment if you didn’t have your camera on. I joined a meeting recently without my camera on as per usual, and I began working on the assignment.

She stayed completely silent about my camera for some reason, which I loved for that class. I could work in peace.

Later that evening, I get a notification on my phone that I got a 75% on today’s assignment, this was terrible for me, because it took my grade in her class down to a B, and I lost my 4.0 GPA.

I emailed Ms Stevens and asked if it was a mistake or anything, she said something along the lines of “I need to see you participating in the class, and because I couldn’t I felt it was necessary to deduct 25% from your grade.” I told her that I didn’t feel comfortable turning my camera on, which I feel is totally reasonable.

She gave me a hard no and said “Nobody is watching you in class, they are watching me because I am the teacher. You will get used to it eventually”. I was mad, all I want is a little bit of privacy, sure not all the kids stare, but we all have moments where we get lost staring.

I decided I would turn my camera on, but I wanted her to regret it. I downloaded a super glitchy, flashy, bright, and disgusting glitch effect that I could put over my camera using a plugin for OBS that I found online.

It lets you use OBS as your camera, so I could add whatever I wanted. The next day I show up for the meeting, and turn my camera on. A few minutes into the lesson, I turn on the glitch effect and lower the framerate of my camera to make it look like I was just lagging.

Ms Stevens asked what was happening, so I replied that “I think my WiFi is being slow or something.” She moved on with the lesson but you could tell that she was starting to get annoyed by this constant flashing on her screen while she was talking.

There aren’t enough kids in the class for her to simply put me on another page, and I don’t think she knows how to turn my camera off herself.

I began to enjoy seeing her reaction, so after I finished my assignment, I started messing around with it a little.

I started flashing random things on my camera like pictures of Shrek, memes, whatever came to my mind pretty much. She pulled me aside after class (keep in mind my camera still had the glitch effect going) and she lectured me on how having my camera on like that was “Distracting me”, even though I finished my assignment after only 15 minutes or so.

I just said “You wanted me to turn my camera on, so I did. You never told me what I had to have on my camera.” She kind of rolled her eyes a little and just gave in. I don’t have to have my camera on in that class anymore.

She also apparently emailed my parents about me being “Distracting” and when I showed the plugin to my parents, they found it hilarious and didn’t care all that much. I wasn’t distracting any of the other students, and I was already done.

No problems here.

EDIT: I contacted the principal and I am sure my teacher got a talking-to from the principal. My grade is fixed and I am back to having all As.”

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24. Insist I Take Your Order? I Don't Work Here But Okay!

“This happened to a friend of mine, who I shall call Steve, although that isn’t his real name.

Steve works in a hardware/DIY store in a retail park, where there are loads of shops and restaurants surrounded by a large carpark. He has a lunch break at about 1 pm every day for an hour, during which time he normally gets a sandwich, or something quick, simple, and cheap.

On this particular day, back in 2017, he’d arranged to meet his partner Sarah for lunch, at one of the nearby restaurants, and had even ordered the meal in advance, so on weekends they arrived they’d be served pretty quickly. He’d been to the restaurant many times and knew the manager and the waitstaff pretty well.

Steve and Sarah had finished their meal and paid the bill, and now Sarah had gone to the toilet, so Steve is just waiting for her. There are only a handful of customers at this time. Then Karen walks in with her kids.

She spots an empty table next to Steve’s table and notices that he is in a uniform. She sits down, gets her kids settled, while Steve is just staring out the window.

“Break’s over. Back to work, then!” she yaps, clapping her hands together to get his attention.

Steve panics, suddenly thinking that he’s been there too long and he’s actually late. He checks his watch and realizes that it’s only half one, and he still has 30 minutes. “Sorry,” he says, “I’ve got half an hour left on my break, and-“, but she cuts him off, saying with a raised voice, “Well you can take my order and go back to your break.

Hop to it!” while aggressively swiping at him, but missing.

It suddenly dawns on Steve that Karen thinks he works in the restaurant and starts to explain that he doesn’t work there, getting as far as, “but I don’t -” before being cut off again.

Karen shouts, “I don’t care if you don’t work on your break, I want my order, now!” and fails again to swipe at him.

Cue Malicious compliance.

Steve carries a notepad and pen with him as they occasionally help him in his job.

He whips these out, stands up, and says,” Yeah, sure, why not?” as he does this, he’s gesturing to the waitstaff to not come to the table for a minute or two, and they are giggling as they’ve worked out what he’s up to.

Even the manager, who’s heard Karen shouting, has cottoned on and is watching.

Steve listens to Karen’s order, while writing on his pad. Except he isn’t writing her order, but a bunch of random words. At that moment, Sarah returns, stopping halfway to the table, and sees Steve is up to some shenanigans, and that the waitstaff and at least a couple of customers are all watching.

Steve finishes ‘taking the order’ and turns around, intending to go back to his break and sit down, just to tick Karen off, but he sees Sarah, and, instead, walks towards her – she already has her bag, and no jacket anyway, being as it is summer, and rather flamboyantly, says, “Are you ready to go, Darling?” and proceeds to walk straight out the restaurant, turning around to see Karen, still sat down, staring daggers at him, and tears off her ‘order’ from his pad, and throws it in the bin by the door.

Unfortunately, that’s where the story ends, so I don’t know in detail how Karen reacted to that, but the waitstaff said she went to the bin to dig out her order, shouted profanities at everyone, and left without ordering.”

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23. Want A Notification Of Every Check-In? Be Prepared To Fry Your Inbox

“This just happened today.

I work as an integrated circuit design engineer. My team is mostly based in the Bay Area but for some reason my current project is being headed up on the East Coast. We haven’t met the project manager in person (working remotely) and it turns out he is a bit more controlling and overbearing than we are used to.

Now, chip design isn’t the same as software development but it has some similarities. We use a version control system to check in changes to the design to make sure we can roll back if there are errors or whatever.

Works great.

In order to keep the database manageable, we typically don’t check in too often, only when we make a significant change we want others to be able to see. So like we would do a few check-ins on average normally.

Anyway, this new project manager came down with an edict last month that one of our KPIs (key performance indicators, one of the ways they evaluate our performance) will be how many check-ins we do. Predictably people have started checking in new versions of their designs for every little thing they do and it is become harder and harder to comprehend how the project is going as the history is all muddled now.

The project manager has configured the version control system so he gets an email for every check-in so he can keep tabs on us.

During my last one-on-one a few days ago with the project manager, I told him the team didn’t want to be evaluated on check-ins anymore because doing too many check-ins is counterproductive, but the guy wouldn’t budge.

We are getting to the point in the project where we have to start hammering the design with tests to try to find faults. We do this by generating many thousands of files that have test sequences in them (these are called test vectors).

Then we run a program that sends our design random samplings of these test vectors. Anyway, for traceability we check in these test vector files in the version control system.

So this morning I was on Slack with a few team members and we come up with an idea.

We usually make a zip file of the test vectors to check in once but there is a performance argument we can make to just check them in individually as raw text. So, cue the malicious compliance….

Project manager wants an email from every check-in?

Fine. Project manager wants to evaluate us on the number of check-ins? Fine. We wrote a script that makes each team member check in a certain amount of the test vectors (10s of thousands for each of us). This will nuke both his KPI results and kill his inbox.

Couldn’t happen to a nicer person.

We just launched the script 30 minutes ago. Haven’t gotten an email from him yet, presumably because his email inbox has melted down.

Edit: He just called my cell. He was surprisingly good-natured about it!

He just basically said he got the point and “that was pretty clever”. Then he asked some more project-related stuff. Sorry that the outcome didn’t have more fireworks, but I don’t think we’ll be doing tons of check-ins anymore! Victory!”

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22. Oh No You Have A Severe Nut Allergy? I'm Sorry, We Can't Serve You

“So I manage a busy restaurant in central London. We are normally fully booked weeks in advance even for Mondays. This was a Thursday and we were jam-packed. I was walking around making sure everyone was having a good time and one of my waiters (super nice, and a competent guy) comes and asks me to take one of his tables.

I have a policy that if anyone is giving my team a hard time I’ll take the table so they can stay at the top of their game.

He gives me a quick heads up that the issue is a woman didn’t want to wait longer for her food despite having a severe nut allergy and she was calling him stupid and saying stuff like maybe McDonald’s would be a better fit for you.

I go over and talk to the lady, she is part of a group of 12 and right away she’s already in my bad books. “Are you someone with a brain?”

I look at her and laugh awkwardly and tell her “some people would argue but I think so, my colleague tells me there’s an issue with your order.”

“Yes, I have a severe nut allergy and he was saying things may contain traces and would take slightly longer, and asking dumb stuff like are traces ok?”

I try to explain to her as nicely as I could, “oh ok, he asked about traces to know if we can use the food that is already prepped, for a severe allergy we can’t use any of the ingredients that were prepped as there could be cross-contamination, so what we would have to do is clean down a separate area, and prepare everything from scratch.

But of course we can time everything to come out at once so you can all enjoy your food together. And as for the may contain trace, that’s just because we don’t make all our sauces ourselves and some items are prepped in a central kitchen where we can’t control, that being said we have never had a problem with an allergy.”

She looks at me as though I just slapped a baby in front of her and says “so you are stupid too, is it so hard to deal with an allergy, our company is spending a lot here and we booked 6 weeks ago.

A restaurant like this shouldn’t be so stressful. Can you just make me my food without nuts and if I have a reaction I’ll sue.”

That’s when I thought she’s right…

So I told her “you are right, I’m sorry, we can’t serve you.

The sauces can’t be made from scratch and because you are unwilling to accept a risk that’s comparable to the risk you would take when buying anything packaged anywhere, that says “may contain nuts” just to cover themselves legally, I’m going to have to say we can not safely serve you.”

To this day when I think about her face, I smile. She was in shock.

She immediately asked to speak to my manager but was out of luck, I told her I was the general manager. Her friends didn’t seem to care, I think it was a work thing because none of them reacted. But I was feeling petty since she insulted my team member and then me.

So I addressed the whole table and said “I’m really sorry about this and I wish we had known in advance so we could have prepared for such a severe allergy, I really don’t want this to sour your evening so I would like to offer everyone a cocktail on us to apologize.

They were all really happy with this gesture. I take all the drink orders and before allergy lady orders her cocktail I tell her, “by the way, we have almond syrup and nuts in the bar so I would only feel comfortable giving you something closed like a bottle of beer or a glass of wine.”

It cost me over £250 to give away the round of drinks but felt so good to give her a bit of karma. The next day I had a complaint on my emails and a bad review on Trip Advisor. Needless to say, I’d do it all again.”

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21. I Need To Contact The Board Of Directors? Will Do

“There is a huge nationwide electronics retailer in the UK called Currys.

They are renowned for having poor customer service but very occasionally having decent prices.

I was in the market for a KitchenAid stand mixer and my employer had an arrangement where I could buy Currys gift cards for a 10% discount.

I was a bit reluctant to use them based on past experiences but thought I would take advantage of saving a bit and ordered my mixer online, delivery due in a week. “Easy peasy,” I thought. It was about £250/$300 before discount.

Delivery day comes and goes, no mixer. The next day I ring up customer service and ask what happened. After 20 minutes on hold, they tell me the product is out of stock and I will need to wait for their next delivery in 10 days’ time.

Not too bad, I’m a patient person. 10 days later, still no mixer or order update, even though it’s showing as in stock and available to buy on their website.

Back on the phone to CS. More time on hold. This time I’m told there is an order backlog and they couldn’t tell me when it would be delivered so I ask for a refund.

Unfortunately in the UK if you pay by gift card, you can only get a refund by gift card. At this point, I had no desire to ever use Currys again and was disappointed in myself for ever giving it a go.

I would have no use for a gift card so I decide to give them a bit more time. No prizes for guessing that this didn’t bear fruit.

A couple of weeks later I use the CS online chat to see what is going on.

Again they are completely unable to help or confirm when/if I would receive my order. I asked what I was expected to do and the bloke said something along the lines of “No idea mate, you would have to take it up with our board, hahaha”.

Fine, it’s MC time! A quick trip to the Companies House website gives me a list of all of their directors. Another hour on LinkedIn and I’ve tracked them all down. I proceed to send every director a summary of what has happened and links to screenshots of the online chat I had with the CS rep.

Less than a day later I get a call from the CEO’s personal assistant apologizing profusely and personally guaranteeing she will sort it out. By the time this all happened, the mixer had gone down by another £60 so she processed my order again and said she would arrange for the accounts team to send me a voucher for the difference.

She was genuinely the hero of this story.

The very next day my mixer arrives. Happy days! A few days after that I get a letter with a Currys voucher. I thought this would be the end of my sorry saga.

However, as icing on the cake, they proceeded to send me three more £60 vouchers at random intervals over the next few months. I can only guess that their admin team is as incompetent as their customer service team.

For completeness, I spent the vouchers on a new oven (which unsurprisingly turned up late and faulty, and had to be replaced).”

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20. Oh I Don't Look Sick? I'll Just Have To Prove It To You

“This was about 30 years ago, back when I still worked for others, I started my own business 27 years ago and now am retired. But I have some fond memories of working for a few jerks and this is one.

This boss and I had a bad relationship from the beginning.

You see, I was supposed to be a partner of the firm, but he went behind my back and made a deal with the investor on his own, so I was stuck and had to take a subordinate position which I had to take because I had a mortgage to pay and was desperate.

Anyway, I had a salary, benefits, sick days, etc. About a year after I started, there was a totally horrible flu going around and I got it. Fever, chills, the runs, vomiting, everything. It started on a Friday evening, on Monday I was still in bad shape, so I called in.

Boss is one of those people that thinks everyone is a liar, (because he is) and doesn’t believe that I’m sick. But says, “OK, stay home get better”, etc.

About 2 hours later, I’m lying in bed and I hear a knock at the door.

I come to the door and there he is, looking at me and he says I don’t look sick. He said he really needs to get some work with me done that day and I need to come in. A power play.

So, OK, screw it, I go in.

In the conference room is a big display that he’d been working on with his notes right there on the table. I had been drinking chicken soup and eating saltines (feels good on the throat) and I was feeling sort of queasy from the trip down to the office.

I’m standing there listening to him and, to be honest, just looking at him made me sort of sick, and my mouth starts salivating really heavily and I’m getting that feeling in my throat, and up comes my morning food… and yup, I threw up all over his notes and notebook.

I’m not saying I aimed it that way, but I also didn’t try to miss it either. It was a nice leather one, too. Some even splashed onto his pants. He lost his temper and was yelling at me. I just stood there swaying.

Finally I said “I tried to tell you I was sick. I think I better go home now.” I turned and walked out. I have no idea who cleaned it up but it wasn’t me. I got back home and went to bed. About 2 days later I came back in.

Guess who was home sick then with the flu? Boss man! And then his wife and then just about everyone else in the office. So, bosses, when you have a good employee who is sick, believe them.”

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19. Refuse To Deal With One Ticket? Here's 31 To Go Through

“I work in the travel industry, making deals with hotels. One of our internal systems is Salesforce (which sucks, by the way. Screw you, Salesforce) where each hotel is created as an account to be managed. I work with centralized hotel chains, so about 100+ hotels per chain.

Yesterday we had an issue affecting about 31 hotels of a particular chain, so I compile all the necessary data and put it into an email and send it straight to our team in head office responsible for looking into those things (I did an email because, of course, there is no option to create a case for a hotel chain with multiple hotels affected, it’s either individual accounts or nothing).

This is in the middle of negotiating a big deal with this chain and this issue will potentially delay the implementation of the new conditions we’ve spent over 6 months negotiating.

So I sent the email yesterday afternoon and, due to time differences between where I am and where my head office is, I knew I wouldn’t have a response until this morning.

Morning comes and, sure enough, I have a response from the team saying they closed my case as invalid because only external parties can send them emails, for any internal communication everything has to go through Salesforce. Didn’t matter that I sent all the info they needed to act and solve the issue AND, by the way, would have also saved them time by only dealing with the one ticket.

So, what was my malicious compliance? I created one ticket, for one hotel, where I basically copy/paste my original email to them, and then attached my original email with all the relevant files. I then took that ticket and cloned it into the other 30 accounts.

Same format, same copy/paste of the original email, same attachments. So, because they refused to work on one email to solve a problem, they will now have to go through 31 cases and do what they do one by one.

And this is just phase 1, there are about 60 more to come by next week.

It’s crazy how this world works…

OH yeah, and Salesforce… Screw you!”

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18. If He Says It's His We Have To Give It To Him? That'll Backfire

“Like most public places, our library had a lost and found box. Located under the desk, people could ask “did you find…” But you know how that works. Until, as time marches on, we get a new boss, Karen.

Karen did not like our lost & found setup.

Instead, things had to go on a shelf behind the desk so everyone could see everything, and maybe remember that they had lost a particular item. This policy lasted maybe a week before we noticed a big problem.

As public places tend to do, we attracted our fair share of idiots and jerks.

Including Jim. He came in one morning and upon seeing this new shelf of treasures, immediately claims everything on the shelf is his. That glittery pink onesie? His. That well-used pacifier? His. That one odd glove that had been sitting in the box for months?

His.

We all knew darn well that it wasn’t his, and said so. And every time, Karen would override us… “if he says it’s his, it’s his. Give it to him. Besides, he’s clearing out this stuff so who cares?” UNTIL…

THE (ALMOST) FINAL STRAW

One of our regulars was a mom and her kid. Toddler age; could walk but had a stroller just in case. Usually well-behaved, and always had Mr. Giraffe with him. And one day, Mr. Giraffe somehow got left behind.

We immediately called the mom; they hadn’t even made it home yet and kiddo is having a meltdown. She says she’s turning the car around and should arrive in about 20 minutes. No worries; we’ll take good care of him; showed kiddo a picture of Mr. G checking out a book… disaster averted. Or so we thought.

Karen decrees that Mr. G be placed on the shelf with everything else. Just in time for Jerk Jim to spot it and declare it his. The entire building staff is yelling that it is not his, mom is on her way to get it, etc… but Karen will not be moved. She hands it over anyway because “he says it’s his…”

Sure enough, mom comes, and… no Mr. G. But we know where he is. Someone gets Karen out of her office, and as a group, head straight for Jim. Demand he return the giraffe and of course he has no clue what we’re talking about.

Strange thing about kids sometimes… they see closer to the ground. And sure enough, Mr. G is poking out of Jim’s backpack. Kiddo grabs it with a shout of joy, and all Karen can do is stammer “but… but… he said it was his…” while the rest of us are saying “we told you it wasn’t…”

Now you would think we’re done. But we haven’t gotten to the MC yet! (Sorry y’all)

SO GET TO THE MC ALREADY!

Shortly after the giraffe incident, Karen and Jim are still playing their games. Karen heads to a conference and leaves behind a very distinctive, very expensive-looking, water cooler/tumbler.

(Bigger than a one cup “morning commute” mug but not a big jug either) Which (you can see this coming) Jim immediately claims as his. I swear he was almost hopping with glee at his latest find.

A week later, Karen returns, only to find that Jim has her cooler.

She tries to confront him: “But all I have to do is say it’s mine and they have to give it to me! That’s the rule!”

We finally got our box beneath the desk that afternoon, and Jim had to describe anything he was going to try making a claim on.”

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17. You're Sure It Got Stolen? We Better Treat This Seriously Then

“I do marketing for a general contractor in the US. Part of my job requires me to organize the installation of cameras on the job site, mainly for marketing purposes like time-lapses and stuff like that. My boss lives near the site where I was setting up the camera for and offered to drop the camera off on his way into work the next day.

The next day he texts me to confirm where he dropped it off and also notified the site superintendent (“boss” of the site). The super would take care of the actual installation which involved drilling it into a post and plugging it in, pretty simple stuff.

Also important to the story, this super was retired a year ago and came back to work for us for unknown reasons so you could say he is a little “checked out” of working at this point in his life.

Fast forward to the day after my boss dropped it off, I called the super to confirm that he had installed it. He tells me that he never saw the camera on the site and I told him to check where my boss said he dropped it off which was under a trailer and covered by an extra sign.

He still claims it is nowhere to be found, sends a picture of where my boss left it, and then suggests that it may have been stolen.

I go to my boss and explain the situation and we both agree that something doesn’t seem quite right.

We call him up to see what he says and he is still sticking to his story that it was stolen but sounds a little hesitant over the phone. My boss dropped it off around 7:30 am and the super was at the job site around 8:00 am.

Not exactly prime hours for theft and a very small window of when the site was unsupervised.

Standard procedure for when something is stolen from the job site is to file a police report and all that jazz. I also called the camera provider to see if there was any way to GPS track the camera, unfortunately there was not, but the super doesn’t need to know that.

Me and my boss agree to craft up some beautiful nonsense in an email to see if anything happens. We said that we will follow standard procedure and file a police report for the camera. I also mentioned that I will be calling the camera provider to have them track the camera so we can get it back.

The next morning he calls me back and says that he “found the camera in the woods” on the edge of the job site and blamed one of the subcontractors for moving it. He probably had a shock when he read the words ‘GPS tracking’ and covered his tracks.

I think he was either trying to sell the camera or just REALLY didn’t want to install it. Since then the camera has been installed after bugging the same super for about a month, nothing ever came of the suspected theft due to lack of evidence and the super still works here.”

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16. Take A Demotion Or Quit? Bet You Didn't See That Coming

“This happened sometime in 2014.

When I was in grad school, I got a job at an in-department office that ordered and maintained testing supplies. I started off at the bottom of the ladder but was willing to learn more. By my second year in the program I was placed as the “manager” and given a 75-cent raise (woo!).

The work wasn’t too difficult. I was responsible for taking requests from professors, getting price quotes from the companies, getting the price quotes approved, and placing orders. There were some other duties, but that was the most difficult stuff I ever really dealt with.

Occasionally I’d have to deal with our ordering department when they messed up an order. I reorganized the office in a more efficient manner and created multiple new systems for dealing with issues. I practically ran that place for several years and it ran well most of the time.

During that time we hired a bunch of new employees. They just wanted an easy job, but my boss wouldn’t take my recommendations on who to hire.

In my 4th year in the program, I was asked to order some test kits by one of the program heads.

The test kits were related and I found out that they could be ordered as a combo kit that would save us space, but cost a little more. We were low on space and so I figured it would be worth it.

I got the price quote and got it approved by the program head and then the department head. I placed the order. When the kits arrived, the program head was thrilled with the combined kits and thought they were fantastic.

Several weeks later my boss informed me that I shouldn’t have ordered the combined kits, that they’d emptied the program’s budget, and that the program head would never have approved them if she’d known. Luckily for me, I had the emails of me sending her the price quote with both price per unit and total cost and her approving them.

My boss was rather stunned that the program head lied but insisted that I take the fall for it. She told me that I could either take a demotion or quit. I’m pretty sure she thought I’d take the demotion, but I quit instead.

Joke was on her, none of the other employees were willing to do much and all had refused to be trained on ordering. The joke around the program was that the office I had managed “burned down” after I left. It was in complete chaos for months as my boss, who had a lot of other responsibilities, had to figure out how to do the ordering and many other things that I did single-handedly.”

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15. Do It By The Books? We'll Be Staying Here Real Late

“This happened about 10-12 years ago.

I was a Corporal in the Marines at the time, (MOS 6469 for the military types, Aviation Electronics Repair Tech for the non-military types). I worked night shift in a three-shift shop, and myself and the Sergeant (my direct superior – let’s call him Sgt K) were the Quality Assurance for the shift. Third shift also had a Corporal and Sergeant QA pair running their shift.

Now, for those who don’t know, tools are a big deal in the aviation world. One lost tool or missing part of a tool can down an entire squadron, as it can cause serious damage to an aircraft. Even if no one dies or gets injured, no one wants to be the one to explain why a bunch of taxpayer funds are down the drain.

So your shop QA reps have to verify all the tools are accounted for every shift change, after every maintenance action, or even if the tech working needs to take a break to go to the bathroom.

Well, on a night like any other, one of my techs broke a tool.

We found every piece, wrote up the appropriate paperwork, and left a pass down for day crew to take care of it as the head QA shop and tool shop didn’t run a night crew. Since we found everything, not a huge deal. Stuff happens.

Well, the third shift corporal comes in and we start taking stock of the tools. We were a fairly large shop, somewhere between 12-15 large toolboxes. Now, Naval Aviation Maintenance is full of procedures that if performed by the book, they would take so long that no actual work would ever get done.

This tool check was one such thing. Generally, we just made sure all the tools were where they were supposed to be, and every multi-piece tool had every piece. Usually took us 20-25 minutes max.

We start the tool check.

He notices the broken tool is not in its toolbox. I tell him I’ll give him a full rundown once we’re done and we continue on.

By the time we finish, his Sergeant (let’s call him Sgt Jerk, as I never got along with him anyway) is there waiting with Sgt K and the broken tool.

Sgt Jerk: Cpl Third Shift, what’s goin on with this?

Me: Actually, Sgt, I was about to explain…

Sgt Jerk: I wasn’t asking you.

Cpl Third Shift: I don’t know, he hasn’t…

Sgt Jerk: Do tool check again then.

By the book this time.

I looked at Sgt K. He and I usually got along well, and I knew he wasn’t fond of Sgt Jerk either, but he just shrugged. I could tell this was going to be one of those “Leadership shows solidarity” moments.

Alright then. Game on.

I walked away and told every tech from both shifts to stop what they were doing. No work would be done until tool check was completed. Also, go into our computer-based maintenance tracking system and put everything Awaiting Work.

If Production Control called to ask, tell them that we can’t work until tool check is done to the satisfaction of Sgt Jerk. (We had items that aircraft could not fly without, so this was a big problem). Also, no one leaves until we are done, to make sure no one accidentally takes a tool home.

We took every tool out, inspected each one for corrosion and damage, verified it was marked properly, and verified each multi-piece tool had all its parts and each part was marked accordingly. By-the-book tool check.

It took us 4 hours. Did I mention Sgt K had an hour-long commute to get home?

When we finally finished at about 0400 (4 A.M.) I informed Sgt K that was how I would do tool check from then on, including with day crew, which is when the Staff Sergeants and Gunnery Sergeant he reported to worked. He showed up for Day Crew before me the next few days and did tool check himself, but for the week after, I did the same exact thing with third shift every day.

Both Sgts finally came to me on the last day – Sgt Jerk because he was tired of dealing with Production Control on his case, and Sgt K because his wife was upset he wasn’t getting home until 5 AM – and not so much apologized as said they wouldn’t be bothering me about tool check anymore.

Sgt K and I got along great after that. Sgt Jerk got orders shortly thereafter to go to another base. Last I heard he had been demoted back to Corporal for something, then got out and started his own business.

He actually made minor national news somewhat recently and still seemed to be the same Jerk he was, so take that as you will.”

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14. Don't Fix A Problem When I See It? If You're Sure

“At one supermarket I worked at, only the store manager and the assistant store manager had access to the entire computer system.

Department managers only had access to sections that were directly relevant to their departments. However, when I first started, and my access was set up, the store manager stuffed up and inadvertently gave me full access. It meant that when she wasn’t around, I was able to fix certain little problems that would pop up (I was a fast learner, and was able to work out these issues pretty quickly).

One time the area manager came in for a surprise visit after the store manager had left. There was an issue with some pricing on products, but no one had access to that part of the computer system (except me).

The problems were serious enough that the area manager wanted them fixed straight away, and was looking at calling the store manager to come back in to fix them. I piped up, said that I had access, and could fix the problem.

Area Manager wanted to know how I had access, I explained, mentioned the things I have been doing, and the area manager gave me the verbal authority to continue doing what I have been doing, fixing things up that the store manager doesn’t know about.

I fixed the pricing issue for the area manager, and afterward he said to me to let him know every time I have to fix up an issue that the store manager had ignored.

Things continue on for a couple of months.

I continue doing what I am doing, continue giving the area manager reports on things I have been fixing up. Store Manager has no clue, until one day she comes back into the store (she had finished and left about 30 minutes earlier) because she had forgotten to send an email.

She sees me at the computer, fixing pricing errors, and asks who gave me the authority to do that. I said nobody, I just thought it would be good if they got fixed sooner rather than later. She said she was going to give me a written warning, and if she ever sees me doing anything on the computer outside of my department needs, she will fire me.

I said ok. If she did not want me fixing things like this anymore, then I will not.

I let the area manager know, and he said to just go along with it for now. He also got a copy of the written warning.

He also told me that if there were any serious issues, let him know, and he would get head office to fix them remotely.

Another couple of months pass, and the area manager comes in one day for a chat with the store manager.

He had a huge list of things that he needed to check off, issues that he claimed had been identified in other stores (these were all issues I could have quietly fixed, but did not, because of the store manager’s threat).

Area manager went and checked each one, and the store manager had done nothing about any of them. Assistant store manager was called in, and asked whether he had done any of it…assistant manager said that the store manager had control over that area.

Area manager asked whether anyone else knows how to fix these errors, in case they are identified when the store manager or assistant manager are not around. Store manager says no. Area Manager then asks why did this written warning come across his desk, and pulled out my written warning.

The store manager said she had no idea that the area manager had that warning, then explained she was afraid that I had been stuffing things up in the computer system.

Area Manager called me into the office. Area Manager asked the store manager a couple of questions about how to fix the errors…she gave her answer.

Assistant Manager was asked…he said he was not sure, and would probably ask the store manager. Area Manager then asked me. I told him step by step what I would do. Area Manager then rang another store manager, on speakerphone, and asked them…the other store manager agreed with my way of fixing the errors.

Area Manager then asked me to leave the room. For the next couple of minutes, the area manager spoke to both the store manager and assistant store manager. Assistant store manager comes out, finds me, and says things are going to change around here, but he said it in a nice way.

After another 10 minutes, the store manager comes out, does not even look at me. Area Manager comes out, lets me know I can go back to fixing errors when I see them, and leaves.

Two weeks later, I go on holiday for three weeks.

I come back, and find out the store manager has suddenly been transferred to another store, a lesser store, without warning, and recommending me for the management development program.”

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13. Need Every Single Agent To Open A Ticket? Alrighty

“It’s been more than 20 years, I think I can get away with talking about this.

In the late 1990s, I worked for the internal helpdesk of a Fortune 500 company. Employees would call in and enter their employee number into the phone system, and when we answered the call, we had a system that automatically opened a problem ticket with their employee number (which would prefill the rest of the ticket).

Until it didn’t.

It started slowly at first– maybe one call out of ten was coming up with the wrong employee’s information. And this was annoying, because first we’d have to close the ticket that was opened in error, then we’d have to open a new ticket.

So my boss went to the team that was responsible for fixing it, and they said “Sure, just have your agents open a ticket for our team every time there’s a problem.” And almost nobody did this, because filling out a ticket takes time, and there was a customer on the phone already waiting for us to close out one ticket.

Within a few days, it was every call that was affected, and my boss goes back to the tools team who are sitting there with their feet metaphorically propped on the desk saying “Well, we need a ticket for every call that’s going off, or we can’t do anything about it.”

My boss explodes. As it stands, the average call time for the desk is up by more than a minute, which is WAY worse than it sounds because we’re talking about several thousand calls a day. It’s just not reasonable or possible for them to expect–

–and that’s where the tools team made their mistake. They pointed out that there was one agent whose call times were completely unaffected, and who was, in fact generating a ticket for every single call. That agent… was me.

That’s when my boss shows up in my office and asks, “Okay, how on earth are you doing it?”

I shrugged. “Macros.”

Basically, the system we were using for tickets was on a mainframe, and we accessed it through an advanced kind of terminal program that had macro functionality. I’d created macros for our most common types of tickets, and when the problem first started, I created a macro that would close the ticket out and open a new one.

When we were told to create a ticket for the tools team, I modified that macro to copy the ticket number before it closed out the ticket, then create a new ticket for the tools team and reference the old ticket number, send it, and open a new ticket.

I was actually kind of astonished to learn that nobody else was doing this because it was childishly simple. And because literally every single affected employee was a tech, all it took to deploy the macro to everyone on the desk was an email with an attached file and instructions on how to install it.

A few days later there’s a backlog of over ten thousand tickets and climbing in the tools team’s queue. The head of the tools team has gotten a call from his manager’s manager because it’s the largest backlog of tickets in the history of the company, and he goes to my boss and asks him to have us stop.

“No. You said you needed every single agent to open a ticket for every single affected call, or you couldn’t trace the problem.”

“Well, maybe if you had just one agent–”

“We had that. You told us it was insufficient.

That you couldn’t do anything without that kind of information. Well, now you have it. We’ve had this problem for over a week now and you haven’t been able to fix it, I want to make sure you have all the tickets you need to solve this problem.”

The problem was fixed within four hours.

Two days later, the head of the tools team is in my office. It turns out that he’s got somewhere in the neighborhood of twenty thousand tickets to close, and could I please show him how to use macros?”

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12. We Can't Work While You Rehearse? Guess I'm Getting Paid Overtime

“Over a decade ago, I got a job working as a grip on a TV series. Hard work, lots of lifting and shifting, but a cool experience. I’d only worked on films before and had to work to catch up to the pace.

The last two weeks we shot on location at this big house that the production company had leased. Most of the actors were very chilled, one night I had a most surreal chat with the lead in between takes while the TV played the first episode of a different show that he happened to be in.

But one actress was a bit precious.

I was just a lowly third grip who was busting his butt trying to keep up so I was surprised when I was prepping crates in the garage and my boss came along and told me to stop.

I asked why.

A rule of thumb is to stop work as much as practical during filming, so you don’t make a sound that gets picked up by the boom during a take or worse go into an actor’s eyeline.

Said actress thought the crew should stop during rehearsals so she wouldn’t get distracted. She passed this on and somehow this actually became a thing, much to the annoyance of the grips and gaffers.

Apparently while I was in the garage the actors had started rehearsing in the back room, several walls and doors away.

But the key grip had conspired with other department heads and we all stopped working during every rehearsal that day. No matter where any of us were.

Of course we filmed much less than we were meant to that day because we couldn’t set up much in advance.

The policy was scrapped and I got some very well-paid overtime when we did catch up at the end of production.”

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11. Dock My Pay Even Though I Came In Early? We'll See About That

“This happened about 9 years ago at one of my first jobs. I was working in sales over the phone.

They had this odd policy of docking your pay 15mins if you were even 2 minutes late.

Just for context, at this job we took credit card details and the like but as per our security policy we couldn’t be alone when working, there would at least have to be two people at any time.

There were rarely only two people on so it was never really a problem.

One day I had to come in earlier than usual at about 9 am. I walk in about 10 mins early and go to my desk, no one else is in yet I’m the first in so I put my bag down, turn on my computer, go to the kitchen, make a coffee, bring it back then go to the toilet.

I walk out to my desk at about 9:02. When I get to my desk I see my team leader has just walked in and is visibly sweating from being outside (Australian summer, it’s difficult not to) and he’s still got his backpack on.

He then says “you’re late I’m docking you 15mins”. Obviously I’m immediately triggered and say I was there before him I just went to the toilet, my bag is right there in front of you on my desk and my coffee.

Fair enough if he was sitting at his computer ready to rock and roll but he had just walked in the office. He ignored what I said and said “doesn’t matter you’re late”.

So I’m annoyed, not because of the 15mins but purely because this jerk literally just walked in and is saying I’m late.

So being at work and not wanting to voice my actual thoughts and lose my job I say “Fine, I’ll see you in 15mins then” and walk off to leave the office. At this point he realizes he can’t even work now because of company policy.

He then says “No, you’ll wait the 15mins here at your desk.” At this point I was beyond being nice I turned and said “Are you gonna make me?” I didn’t wait for an answer and continued off.

When I came back 15 mins later TL was sitting there with his manager (GM) and he had obviously only told half the story because of the reception I got “What seems to be the problem? TL said you threatened him.” I then explain to him how I was there before him and he was docking my pay for being late when he was the one that was late, I’d already come in earlier than usual and now I’m getting docked my pay when I did nothing wrong by the person that did.

I pointed out that I had set myself up to work already, coffee made too, and insisted they check the security camera footage if he didn’t believe me which drew a look from the GM to my TL.

Anyway, they checked the security cameras, my story checked out GM said I would get paid the 15mins anyway as I did nothing wrong, and even though I walked off it shouldn’t have happened. TL got the sack about two months later for other reasons not sure exactly why I didn’t really care to listen to him afterward.”

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10. Force Me To Have An Office? It'll End Up Costing You Big

“So I was working as a consultant and got promoted to ‘management’, and now had a team of four consultants working for me at the client site – which I also went to every day.

Since I was already the senior consultant and team leader, this meant very little change to my everyday job. But, as part of being ‘management’, I was now going to be assigned an office at our company HQ, as I took on a couple of other tiny clients so I couldn’t technically be officed at the big client’s site.

This being a pretty small company, I knew most of the other management folks just worked from home since we spent all of our time at client sites, so I asked HR if they would authorize the purchase of a multi-function printer for my home office so I could print, fax, scan, etc and just be home-based. No way, they replied, as that could cost as much as $700-800 dollars, plus I might expect IT support, and besides, I had access to all of that stuff at my shiny new office at HQ.

So the geniuses assigned me an office – this is a private 10’x10′ office in the NYC office market, so it’s costing them some $$$ to waste this space on me. Thankfully, the previous occupant had left the office jam-packed with piles of papers on the desk, etc, which I left completely untouched so it might look to passers-by like I was actually using the office.

I visited it once when I had to interview some folks at HQ, stuck my nameplate up on the door, and never went back.

That’s not even the malicious compliance … if I had been home-based, the policy would have been that leaving my home to go to the client was just part of job expectations.

But, since they assigned me a physical office at HQ, every time I went to the client site, I was technically ‘traveling’ away from my office and the rules meant it was now covered by Travel & Expense policy. This meant I should now expense the mileage at roughly 50 cents per mile – cha-ching!

And since the client site was 75 miles away from my home, this meant every trip to the client site earned me $75 (150 mi X 50 cents). Since I went there almost every day, this meant a weekly raise of $300-375 ($75/day X 4 or 5 days), all because someone didn’t want to spend $700 on a printer for me.

I expensed those miles every day for the remainder of the time I worked there, cashing in over $10k a year.”

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9. I Can Apply To The Same Scholarship Twice? Count Me In!

“In my university, there are usually two regular award periods, each at the start of a new term.

During them, a ton of scholarships and awards are up for grabs.

Additionally, throughout the year, there are special scholarship applications because the donors want the funds to go out right away.

In my second year, one such scholarship opened in December.

Its requirements, however, were way more than its worth.

The donors offered 4 awards, each valued at $5K, for the best students in Engineering. The eligibility criteria included a 2-page essay on your leadership qualities and community contribution, and 2 letters of reference from professors on top of a minimum 85% degree average.

Keeping in mind that this is December, which is the month of finals. Students are incredibly busy studying and taking exams while profs are preoccupied with grading, dealing with leniency requests, and such.

Needless to say, there are few students who would, or could, apply.

Fortunately for me, I already had two reference letters ready for a competition I was in earlier in the year. I only had to ask the profs to readdress the letter, which they happily did.

I got the award and the funds were applied directly to my tuition account.

Fast forward to January’s regular scholarship period. When I was applying, I noticed the same special award was reopened for application. My guess is that they didn’t have enough qualified students the first time.

My initial thought was, “Oh, I got the award, probably can’t reapply.” But upon reading the fine print, there was nothing that prevents me from reapplying.

Just to make sure, I sent an email to the award committee, asking about it.

Came a short reply email that said “Just comply with the award terms and conditions. If they didn’t say you can’t then go ahead.”

I saved the entire application instructions and this email then submitted the same package as last time. I didn’t think I would get it again but I was throwing a squid at the wall to see if it sticks.

It did! I got the award and the funds applied to my tuition account. On top of all other scholarships, I got a cheque back, totaling almost $5K.

About two weeks later, I got two of the same email asking for a bio and a picture to be included on the donor’s website.

Half an hour after the emails, I got another one that basically said something along the line of, “Hey, you weren’t supposed to apply for and get the same award twice in the same academic year. We will now have to deduct the funds from your account” but in a more professional way.

I forwarded them the go-ahead email along with the award terms and conditions. In my email, I also politely pleaded with something along the line of “Hey, you said I could. I don’t have money to pay that $5K, already spent it on textbooks.

It isn’t fair to punish a hardworking student for faults not their own.”

I also responded to the two bio request emails separately with two different about me paragraphs (that basically humble brag about how hard I worked and how much I deserve the award).

A couple of days later, I got an email allowing me to keep both awards. They said the admins have advocated to make up the golden scholarship category to put me in. In the email, they also have a lengthy paragraph justifying why I deserved it, probably to avoid admitting that they messed up.

As a result of this, the general scholarship guidelines at the university were updated to stipulate that no student will be allowed to get the same scholarship more than once during an academic year.”

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8. Make The Meeting At 7? No One Will Show

“As a school principal, one of my responsibilities is to solicit parents to join the parent advisory council.

In fact, it is written into law with specific regulations as to composition, frequency of meetings, etc. One of the requirements is that the meetings have to be held “at a time convenient to parents.” A decade or so ago, I was principal of a small, rural high school that was in a town that served as the hub for a larger area.

Most parents of the school worked in town but lived out in the countryside, some as much as an hour away. Because of this, the only way to get parents to attend meetings was to hold them right after school at 4 pm.

Parents were either done work themselves, or could make arrangements to dip out a little early, attend the meeting, and get home at a decent time. Particularly in winter, this was important as it was pretty dark and snowy on the rural roads.

Partway through the school year the district hired a new superintendent who had oversight of the high schools. She had come from a large, urban school district, and didn’t fully understand or appreciate how a rural school district worked. At our first meeting with all the principals, she asked each of us for a summary report of school operations, including parent meetings.

I dutifully submitted mine as requested and forgot about it.

A few weeks later I got a call from the superintendent. We chatted, got to know each other a little bit, and then got down to the reason for her call.

“I see from your report that you hold your parent meetings at 4 pm?” she said.

“Yeah, it’s the best time so that everyone gets home at a decent hour,” I said. “A lot of people up here have long drives home, myself included.”

She took this to mean I had scheduled the meetings around my personal convenience.

“Well, when I was a principal, I always held them at night so more parents could attend. I think you need to start holding your meetings later.”

“Well, I don’t think parents will attend . . . ”

“No, no, the meetings have to be open to all parents and held at a time convenient to them,” she insisted. “I think you should start at 7 pm to make sure all parents have the opportunity to come.”

Now, in a big city school, this works fine as most families live within a short drive. But the boss is the boss.

Cue Malicious Compliance.

“Ok, not a problem. Say, why don’t you attend the next one to introduce yourself to the parents?” I offered. She immediately agreed, and I sent the calendar invitation for a month hence at 7 pm.

My school was located about a 90-minute drive north of the administrative offices where the superintendent worked, and she herself lived about an hour’s drive south of it. She was in for a long day.

The day of the meeting rolled around, and the superintendent arrived at the school around 6:45 pm in anticipation of the meeting.

She brought doughnuts and cookies and I supplied coffee and water. I had set up the library with a big conference table and seating for 30.

No one showed.

I suppressed the urge to say “I told you so.””

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7. Challenge Me To Find Another Job? You'll Regret That

“I’ve read a lot of people having issues with jobs with everything that’s going on and it reminds me of an act of malicious compliance that I perpetrated back in the last economic crisis of ’08-’09.

I worked for a large online website in what we call the Operation Center.

Large websites have many servers, not only in number but in type. A problem is sometimes simple, like “this server (really just a computer) is broken.” But sometimes, it’s complicated. A dozen small problems have happened throughout the system, normally not an issue on their own, but together have become this perfect storm that messes up the whole website and takes it down.

These problems are complicated, and often the individual developers are not familiar enough with the system as a whole to figure it out quickly.

This is where the operations center is tasked with monitoring the system as a whole and connecting the dots on these larger problems. Different companies may use many names like service operations center/SOC, network operations center/NOC, etc. but every large website has this sort of group that acts as the custodian of the inter-dependent connections of the individual servers.

It can take a year to a year and a half of learning how a website works before you’re even useful during an outage and many years before you’re an expert and have the confidence to lead a shift.

We ran 24x7x365 all from one office, in a major city.

1/2 the people were on 4 10-hour shifts, others were on 3-12 1/2 hour shifts, (with 5 extra hours every other week to make 80h every 2 weeks), covering the whole week with no on-call (as we were staffed 24x7x365. No need to call anyone at home, there was always someone at the office.)

I had been there for years and was darn good at my job. I had done several years on 3rd shift, and was ready to be done with staying up all night and basically being a zombie on my time off.

It’s tough to switch from being awake all night to being awake all day twice a week.

So a new manager, let’s call him Kyle, was hired, and decided that he didn’t like the fact we were only getting messed up on sleep.

He wanted to mess us up just a little harder. And dry.

So he pulls me into a meeting room one evening, when basically everyone except my two team members had gone home, slides this paper over to me, and starts telling me that the shifts have to be changed, and everyone has to work 5 days a week, and on top of that, now shift leaders have to be on-call during the time period of their shift on their days off.

Something about understanding common issues that happen during that time of day. On top of this, they were going to expect us to also do some kind of vaguely defined project work while we were on shift or something. Which with our workload was absolutely ridiculous to expect.

We weren’t JS or Java developers anyway, which was what the site ran on, so it was ridiculous to expect us to work on the web application in our spare time. We were ops, and while some of us were good at scripting, this was just a terrible decision.

There were already teams there that handled monitoring and build tooling for us to use.

The turd cherry on top of this crap sandwich was that he was moving me back to third shift, and I’d be working Wednesday – Sunday.

No weekend. And on-call at night during my two days off.

After all this was laid out to me, I looked at him and said, “We’d be working every day of the year, no time to unplug or get away from work.

I don’t know why anyone would accept this plan as it’s laid out.”

He responded with a smug grin on his face that I will never forget, “Well, if you think you can find another job in this economy you’re welcome to try.”

I literally, (not literally as figuratively, but actually literally) had to bite my tongue hard enough to bleed to stop myself from saying ‘challenge accepted’ out loud. Instead, I slid the paper back at him and walked out of the meeting room without another word.

The thing is that good sysadmins are tough to hire. We’re loyal, we have excellent problem-solving skills, and we enjoy a challenge. So I kept my mouth shut, started working overnights, and meanwhile contacted everyone I knew about the predicament I was in.

I got Kyle to pay for a certification that I’d always wanted. And meanwhile, I was complying with all the maliciousness I could come up with.

I landed an interview with someone who’d managed our group right when I’d been hired. I showed them how I’d kept growing as a professional, getting certifications and regular promotions.

I let slip that the only two days I’d be available for the interview were Mondays and Tuesdays because well, they changed the schedule. And I’d have to keep my phone on as I’d be on-call those two days. This led them to ask more questions about the changes there and I have to admit I wasn’t at all averse to telling them how this new manager was changing things.

I could absolutely see the disbelief on their face, and enjoyed every “What? That’s not how you run things!”

This old manager was sympathetic and so I had another job offer in hand within a month of the changes. I left a 2-week notice on Kyle’s desk, that said “Despite the slightly stagnant economy, I have been offered another position.

Effective in two weeks I will no longer be able to continue my employment with COMPANY.”

The little jerk told me not to come back after one week. Didn’t even try to schedule any knowledge transfer meetings where we share what we know when we leave, a common thing with technical employees.

Cut off your nose to spite your face, I guess.

Now he didn’t have anyone to cover for that third shift with any experience for months. Mistakes were made, and website problems were way up on his watch (which was tracked by another team).

He had no one else to blame but himself. He did tell me I was welcome to try!

EPILOGUE: I was always getting stories from the people who were left about dumb stuff that he said in large meetings, but eventually he crossed HR.

He said something mildly inappropriate in a meeting, and someone went to HR and complained. He then went all-in on his stupidity, and, I kid you not here, God’s honest truth, pulled that person into a meeting room alone and demanded to know why they went to HR. He told them stuff like, “you come to me first if you have a problem with me” and “we don’t go above other people’s heads around here”.

The person was shaken, and the other people in the operations center advised that they go straight back to HR with it. HR wasn’t ready to believe it, and clandestinely called others to corroborate. Not only did they say it was totally true, but they all felt free to discuss even more inappropriate behavior they’d seen.

Kyle was escorted out with nothing but a box of his belongings that day. Do not pass Go, do not collect unemployment. I don’t know what happened to Kyle after that. But that was a bridge I was happy to burn.

And dance and sing while it crumbled to ashes.

And don’t give up hope. This too shall pass. Businesses know this and will still be hiring for the long term. It will be tough but you can do this!!! DO IT!!

Interview (on video conferences of course). Talk to old co-workers and managers. There are opportunities even in times of crisis, look for them. “‘You miss 100% of the shots you don’t take’ –Wayne Gretzky” –Michael Scott.”

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6. I Need To Be Gone In A Year? Alright, But Don't Forget About It When The Time Comes

“I was working at a company for 5 years under a visa. The company had very quickly figured out it was easy to use and mistreat people on visas and proceeded to do just that.

My colleague and I were underpaid and overworked. He finally left. I stupidly believed they’d extend my papers. They initially agreed to do just that.

A supervisor position opened up. I refused to cover that position without the title.

I had essentially been doing that job for the past several years and I wasn’t going to keep doing it without the acknowledgment. Basically for 2 weeks we had no one supervising us. I refused to do what I had been doing the whole time.

It was an empowering moment because I finally snapped and said I was done. The department fell into chaos. There was no one of authority between us and the CEO and he was getting a great many calls. Finally he sent down the HR admin assistant to let me know I could apply for the position.

It was petty as he had personally called every other person he wanted to take that position. Both previous supervisors who held that position had recommended me. But ok, I went ahead and submitted a resume and did an interview.

They gave me the position but withdrew the offer to renew my papers which expired in a year. They told me I would have to leave in a year. Ok.

11 months later the department is running smoothly but I haven’t heard anything about interviews or my replacement.

They’d forgotten I was leaving. That’s not possible you say. After all that drama they couldn’t possibly forget. Turns out they very much did. When I reminded them my visa was set to expire I was met with anger and denial. Because it was my fault somehow?

To the point the CEO refused to speak with me or look at me! And HR was begging me to stay and trying to come up with ways I could stay. There was so much denial that no replacement was interviewed or ever trained. I had been working there for so long that I had simply absorbed multiple positions.

Leaving me as the only one who knew certain things. My last week I sat down with both HR and the CEO to outline everything I did. They were wounded till the end. Never announced I had left or who was taking over my position as was customary (I knew because I had several friends that still worked there).

Where is the malicious compliance you may ask? The papers were expired and you had to leave. See by this point my situation had changed. I didn’t inform them of this change. I could have continued to work there.

But they wanted me to leave, so I was going to leave.

As of today it has been 2 years and they have been through 4 people in my position. The current supervisor had an easily preventable critical incident occur during his watch (one that had never happened in the history of the business) within his first few months so we’ll see how long he lasts.

They have had to hire additional staff because the people who replaced me are “very busy” and unable to manage everything I did. They’ve also had a 100% turnover in the department through resignations. During my tenure, I had 1 resignation.

Edit: Just got an update through sources, they’re onto number 5 and they’re moving one of the departments under someone else. Let’s see how far this breaks down! Ah Karma.

They just contacted two people to ask them to act as consultants and clean up the crap show.

My current boss and my best friend. They both declined. My current boss knows nothing, he just took the credit for my work. And they severely traumatized my friend after I left. My friend managed to keep their part of the department functioning but couldn’t handle it anymore with the rotating door of supervisors and left for a lower-stress higher paying job taking the last little bits of information.

The karma keeps on giving.”

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5. Approve This Application While I'm On Vacation? You're Going To Have Big Problems When I Come Back

“Not my story, but a family member’s from when he worked for the FDA, so details may be a little fuzzy.

A while ago, he knew a guy who we’ll call Rick back when they worked for the FDA. At the time (and maybe still today, who knows) the FDA had a policy that whoever approved a medication application – which were all hard copies at the time – needed to manually sign off on the application to ensure they knew what they were doing, otherwise it was the kind of violation that other, much nastier parts of the government would immediately get involved in.

One day Rick gets an application on his desk, but it doesn’t even follow the proper application procedures, so there’s absolutely no way he can approve it. It’s his last day before vacation, so he decides to leave it and formally reject it once he’s back.

A week or two later, Rick gets back from vacation to find out that – much to his surprise – the application has been approved, ostensibly by him. Now obviously this is impossible, so he does some digging and asks around, only to find out that his own boss has approved it for some reason, but didn’t manually sign off on it.

He takes the hard copy application to his boss’s office and requests to know why the boss approved it under his name when it wasn’t even filled out correctly. Boss is evasive and refuses to give a proper answer, and basically laughs Rick off when Rick tries to tell him that he’s not on board with a clearly incorrect application getting approved under his name.

Now Rick is a good employee, and so of course he’s obliged to follow the rules. The rules say that because the boss never manually signed off, this needs to be reported. But Rick is also a nice guy, and he doesn’t want to report his boss and get him in trouble without giving his boss a chance to fix it without getting investigated for the serious violation it is, even though this is only the latest incident in a history of his boss not appreciating Rick’s expertise.

So Rick decides to send an email to his boss’s bosses. In fact, he sends an email to his entire department informing them of his boss’s mistake, kindly letting them know that as per the rules, he will be informing Congress (yes, that Congress) of the violation, as the rules actually state he should do.

Is it overkill? Probably. But the medication application is immediately rescinded and Rick’s boss gets rapidly hustled into a meeting with all his bosses. This isn’t the first time Rick’s been treated poorly despite being a valuable employee, so he retires a week later, and – due to the FDA’s retirement policies – gets government health insurance and a stipend for the rest of his life because of how long he’s worked for them.

Boss was “retired” fairly soon after as well, but without the benefits, if you know what I mean.”

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4. Be Prepared For The Largest Phone Bill Of All Time

“This was almost ten years ago now. I was working in the number portability department for a cellular phone company (for those that haven’t used it, number portability is the ability to move your existing phone number between carriers).

One day, a guy calls in, asking to port his landline number to this new cell phone he just bought with us.

So far, totally routine. I start moving through this everyday process.

To prevent fraud, part of the porting process is us (the new carrier) including some of his old service provider information on our request to his old carrier for the phone number.

I start asking for it (stuff like his old service provider account number, service address with them, et cetera) and he gets super-evasive. “I don’t have it with me; I’m not going to be able to get my hands on a bill for a while,” and so on and so forth.

Again, nothing I don’t commonly run into. I offer to call his old company with him to get the info, and finally after a couple of more minutes of weird, shady dodging, he finally gives in and explains to me what’s going on.

His phone number had been used by him, in the same situation, for almost ten years: fully functional in their switching system, somehow reserve-blocked in their number inventory to prevent the number from being assigned to new customers, but invisible to the phone company’s main billing system.

What this effectively meant for him was unlimited free phone use as long as he kept quiet about the situation. Super sketchy on the moral end, but there it was.

And now this guy wants to port the number to his cell phone.

I have connections at the landline company and can have it investigated on their side to make it happen, but first I explain to him that numbers have to be billing-active at the old service provider to be transferable to a new company, because (due to the fraud prevention I mentioned earlier) they have to match the info we send them against account records.

Add to this the fact that if the landline company learned about what happened with this number during the process to pull it out of limbo and put it on a billing account, they would likely bill him for a decade of service that he never saw a bill for, or worse yet, press charges against him (he was effectively knowingly stealing services from them for years by using it but not notifying them about the lack of billing).

There is even a simple, winning solution for him, that I offered to him at least three times during this conversation: I’ll give you a new cell phone number, and since your number is fully active in the other carrier’s switch, you can just set up switch-based call forwarding to the new cell number using the landline phone.

I didn’t say the part out loud where the landline company would still never know, but it was very clear he understood the implication.

Nope, not good enough. I’ve gotta have that number native on my cell phone! After covering the ground with him a few times about the easy workaround and the likely consequences if he persisted, he finally got testy with me and demanded I start this process, nearly escalating over me.

No sir, no need for that. I was just looking out for you and making sure you understood exactly what you were asking for, but you have told me that you do, so let’s do this thing.

I set his expectations that due to the situation, this was going to take much longer than normal, and he’s fine with that.

I set up a follow-up schedule with him, let him go, and start calling my peeps at the landline company. Explained to them what was going on, and the wheels are set into motion.

Over almost the next full month, my contacts at the landline company physically tracked down not only the Secret Phone Number That Time Forgot (that only took a day or two), but they also found history on it in their backup records going back pretty much the whole time.

They were happy to do it all, since I had explained what happened, and they knew that there were ten years worth of back services to charge to this guy if they could locate the evidence.

Once the number was built onto a billing account over there, I ported it to my company as normal (it took less than a week at that point).

I spoke with one of my contacts again a couple of months later on a different matter, and the conversation turned back to this guy again. She couldn’t give me exact figures, but she told me that the bill that generated for the landline account wasn’t just the four or five days of service after the account was built that it took to port his number.

It was the entire span of service time… about ten and a third years all told, plus the late fees and interest that would have accompanied it. This had to be some mind-boggling, record-setting figure, because most accounts are shut down after a few months of delinquency, but this one couldn’t be, because the landline company didn’t know it even existed!

I would have loved to have been there when that guy opened the statement! But alas, his reaction will have to be left to our imaginations.

Thanks for reading, and I hope you enjoyed the tale.”

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3. Insist I Sell It Locally? I Guess I Have No Choice

“I own a 2006 Audi S4 cabriolet.

It’s in amazing shape, but the lack of in-car entertainment is disturbing. Not even Bluetooth.

So, I found a really nice-looking head unit with good reviews that’s completely plug-and-play. No wire cuts, just 3 harnesses and that’s it. The website specifically stated it fit my car.

I spend $376 and get it shipped to me.

It was during a busy time of year so it took 3 weeks before I could install it. And when I tried to install it, two of the harnesses worked fine, but the third was the wrong size and didn’t fit.

I emailed the company along with 5 detailed photos and a detailed explanation. I asked for a replacement harness, but 3 days later, they replied asking for “a video showing exactly the problem”.

Look, I don’t have time to tear out my OEM stereo again and take a video, upload, etc. So, I told them to review the photos for an explanation.

3 days later, they email again saying “it won’t work” so I can return it at my shipping expense, or “you may find it easier to sell it locally.” They also gave all sorts of caveats (if every part wasn’t in there, they’d keep some money, etc).

I was out of town and it took me 4 days to reply. I told them that I should not have to pay return shipping since I did nothing wrong. Please send me a pre-paid shipping label and I’ll send it back.

Their reply: we’re sorry but it’s past the return date (!!!???!!!) and you can’t return it, maybe you can just sell it locally.

So of course, I re-explain that they had taken their time replying and that they knew it was the wrong product at least a week before the return period.

On top of that, it was their problem, not mine, they sent me the wrong product.

They’d have nothing of it, again, “the easiest thing to do is sell it locally”.

So, I put a bunch of negative reviews online and they replied in public that they’d make it right, but when I messaged them again, they said, “after reviewing this again, we won’t accept the return.

We suggest selling it locally”.

Ok, we’ll do it the hard way.

I filed a claim with my PayPal card. They didn’t reply so I escalated it.

A while later, I hear from PayPal… They never replied so they are refunding me (and presumably getting it back from the seller).

So, you know what I did? I sold it locally! The head unit works great with the a4 model and since I got the unit during a sale, I sold it for $350 cash.”

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2. You Sure You Know What You're Doing? Okay, Boss, Your Call

“So this time I’m talking about a boss I had in 2011.

I’m stationed in Trenton, Ontario this time, and I’m working on a system called the MPN-25 which is a mobile RADAR system that can be deployed, set up, and fully functional (at least on paper, the reality is a little different but that’s tech stuff) anywhere in the world in under 48 hours.

You’re going to need to understand two things to understand this story. First, PAR means Precision Approach RADAR, and it is in reference to the elevation of an aircraft. There are a lot of these little things called T/R (Transmit/Receive) Modules in the PAR array which interpret the radio wave the RADAR sends out so that it can tell how high an aircraft is.

And by a lot, I mean somewhere in the range of 110+, I can’t remember the exact number.

The second thing you need to know about this RADAR is that the PAR array isn’t a moving part. It uses beams to register the target, so the T/R modules are absolutely critical in determining where the aircraft is in relation to the ground.

Ok, now that’s out of the way:

We had an issue with some of the T/R modules near the bottom of the PAR array, and when one of these modules dies, it tends to pull down the gain in the other modules around it.

So troubleshooting to find out which module is the problem can be problematic.

Or so I was taught. We’re going to come back to this.

This boss had given me a speech when I arrived at the unit that the RADAR would take a year to get comfortable on before I knew what I was doing.

Also, the RADAR is under warranty, so all we can do is pull boxes, no 3rd line maintenance.

As a qualified, 3rd line tech, box-level fault finding is a joke, especially considering this is a giant radio and I just came from a place where I was the radio subject matter expert.

I responded with, “I’m looking forward to it boss. You should know that I’m an expert in radios though, so you’ll be able to employ me on the RADAR much faster than that.”

His response stunned me, “RADARs have nothing to do with radios.”

For the record, RADAR is an acronym. It stands for:

RADIO Detection and Ranging

So I’m brand new to the unit, and my supervisor doesn’t understand the principles behind RADAR. Great.

So remember the T/R module problem? I realized my boss isn’t going to be able to impart anything useful to me, so I start reading the RADAR books.

Nothing new to learn here outside the software since RADARs are essentially schizophrenic radios that are constantly screaming, “WHAT THE HECK WAS THAT?” every single time it detects something in its sweep.

I’ve read the manuals, I have some grounds for troubleshooting.

I start by running what’s called a Max Power Calibration. All this does is run each T/R Module to load limit, and it shows you what kind of power they put out. Anything around (if I recall correctly) 100 dB was considered good.

Usually when a module busts, the final amplifier stage is the culprit and you’d see a return on Max Power Calibrations that topped out around 60 – 80 dB.

That was the sign that the module needed to be replaced. I had gotten to work and was about to extract the 5 bad modules we had in the array when that boss comes strolling in.

Now, in the PAR array there’s over 100 of these little modules. Controlling each cluster of modules is an Interface Card (5 total, connecting in series and parallel), and it’s responsible for like 23 or 24 modules each. I suspect the problem with these modules is actually the Interface Card because even though I’ve replaced the T/R modules, the fault is persistent.

Again, I’ve already run a Max Power Calibration.

My boss suggests that I remove the connectors between Interface Cards because if I don’t, I’ll blow up every T/R Module connected to the array. I disagree because the manuals indicated that removing the ribbon cables also removes the alternate grounding paths, and an N/S Interface Card will do exactly what he’s saying if it already has a bad ground and no redundancy.

He looks at me pointedly with that look parents give unruly kids and said, “I’ve been here for 4 years. You need to remove the ribbon cables connecting the Interface cards. Don’t argue with me.”

Finally, we’re on to Malicious Compliance time.

“Alright boss, your call. You’re the supervisor. Would you mind being the one to run the cal? I’m not comfortable doing something I think will destroy the array,” I responded.

“Sure,” he snapped out, confident in his knowledge, “But be ready to apologize when you’re wrong.”

He runs a Max Power Calibration with the Interface Cards not linked. Lo and behold, the bottom 20-something T/R modules linked to IC-5 fry. Reportedly, these cost around $11,000 each, making this fault somewhere in the quarter-million-dollar range.

He left the RADAR building so I could fix the fried array, and about an hour later the PAR array was up and running, with over half of our spare modules used to repair it.”

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1. Make Sure Things Are Fair? Let Me Bring Out The Receipts

“A couple of weeks ago my kids and their neighbors decided to have a bake sale. We live in a tourist area with high foot traffic, and the kids make a killing. I tell the kids I ought to charge them for the labor (I said I’d help bake) and ingredients so they learn the concept of net gains, but instead I’ll donate to their cause, and just to bring me back the money I lent them to make change.

I love seeing the kids be entrepreneurial, work so hard, and get so excited at their success.

After a couple of hours, the neighbor’s son decides he’s bored and wants to go home, so he tells my kid, “when you’re done, come by and deliver half the money.” Mine says, “hey, that’s not fair, if you’re leaving we should split the money now.” Mind you, the bulk of their sales was my baking.

Neighbor kid gets super angry, but mine sticks to their guns, they split the money and the kid leaves in a huff. Mine comes in a few hours later, having lugged home all the gear and cleaned up, annoyed that the neighbor kid got annoyed at them.

Then I get a knock on the door. It’s the neighbor’s mom, with the kid, who is still pouting. Mom’s holding a receipt.

Mom explains that they purchased a bunch of stuff for the bake sale, it cost a lot, and it’s not fair that my kid is making money off their stuff, and that they should be compensated for what they purchased.

The receipt lists a bunch of items I immediately see they didn’t use (like 2 boxes of cereal when they used 1, napkins that I’d ended up providing), but whatever. And never mind that her son went home early and left mine to clean up.

And never mind that I’d been churning out batches of cookies all morning. I’m irked they’ve taken what was a fun, cheerful day and shown up at my door making me engage in a super awkward conversation because they assume their kid can’t be wrong.

So I say, “of course!” and fetch my receipts.

I sit down and (in front of them, and out loud) calculate the cost of lemonade and cups used. I calculate the cost of flour, sugar, chocolate chips, vanilla, and butter per batch of cookies, multiplied by the number of batches made.

I toss in the baking soda for free (so generous). I even subtract the value of leftover cookies.

Did I mention I made a lot of cookies? The neighbor kid has to fork over $23. They got pretty quiet all of a sudden.

I thanked the lady for making sure things were fair and offered her a plate of cookies to take home. She declined.

The end.”