People Share Their Stories Of Delicious Revenge

Mmmmmm… revenge! What is it about revenge that makes it oh so delicious? Perhaps it’s because we have an innate craving for that sweet, sweet justice. When someone wrongs us, you can’t just let it slide. Some kind of punishment is in order. Sometimes we get lucky and the universe takes care of it via good ol’ karma. That’s what I usually count on when someone crosses me. “Pick your battles” I say as I take a deep breath and try to move on with my life. But of course, there are some people who are much more vengeful and prefer to take matters into their own hands, plotting out their own special brand of revenge. Heck, there are people who actually relish these opportunities. These are the people that you definitely don’t want to mess with. Who knows what kind of crazy they’re capable of.

Anyway, enough of my rambling. We all know why you’re here. You want some deliciously satisfying revenge stories. So have at it.

17. Yell At Me For Doing My Job? I’ll Make You Feel Awkward In An Elevator

“I had graduated from college and was having trouble landing my first professional job.

While I searched, I sold gym memberships by day and waited tables by night to make money and get out of my parent’s house.

It’s my first week on the job at the gym. One of the front desk girls needed to use the bathroom and asked if I would cover. Just take their card, swipe it, and offer them a towel. If they don’t have their card, look them up on the computer. Can do.
I swipe a few people in. It’s around 4:30 pm and some people are coming from work. An older guy, probably in his 50s, walks in. He is in his suit, indicating he is coming from work with a gym bag over his shoulder, and the angle at which he is walking indicates he has no plan at all attempt to swipe in.

I professionally say, ‘Excuse me, sir, can I see..’ and he glances at me and continues to walk into the gym.
Keep in mind, I was new and I had gone to a 3-day training on different ways to sell the gym, and one of the key points was safety. Saying things like, ‘We only let members in, we have everyone’s licenses and information on file,’ etc. I think of these points so I come out from behind the desk, thinking I will gladly look this guy up if he forgot his card. As I approach him I start to again say how I need to swipe him in and he FREAKS THE EFF OUT ON ME.

It’s been over a decade, but the main points were he comes here every day, he never swipes in, and everyone knows who he is, and I am an idiot – all as loud as he could be, in my face, and very aggressively. I am completely taken aback, embarrassed, and angry.
The gym manager comes out of his office and settles things down and tells Gene he can head on in. The manager tells me Gene doesn’t like to swipe in, and that when they see him, they just search for him and let him walk on. I’m pissed, but the manager seems to just accept it as something that happened.

I continue to work at the gym for 6 months, seeing Gene a few times a week and never saying a word to him. Eventually, while I was gone, one of the other sales reps took one of my prospects and signed them up. The sales girl told the prospect she was my manager and she would make sure I got the commission. She was not a manager and did not. The only reason I know is because the gym member told me. I call her out on it, she defends it. At this point, I had already put in my two weeks notice and the manager tells me not to come back in.

Fine with me – that place was TOXIC.
4-5 months later I get a job at an asset management company and I am thrilled. I like my work and the boss who I directly report to is pretty high up in the company. I work on a building that has 16 floors and the company I work for occupies the floors 14, 15 and 16. I rode the elevator with my boss a few times and saw him interact with the big-wigs from the other companies that are on the other floors of our building. They had an informal group that would often go golfing and to dinners with each other.

One afternoon, I am waiting for the elevator to leave for the day when my boss comes out and gets on the elevator with me. We start to go down, picking up more and more people who are trying to get home, and 3 of them are executives in my bosses social circle. We stop at a floor and who should get on the elevator, complete with his gym bag, was Gene. He and my boss shake hands, begin discussing weekend plans, etc. My boss then introduces me to Gene, and I give zero ****.* I’ve been thinking about this guy for months.

Me: ‘Oh Gene and I have already met.’ (I say in a tone that dictates Gene and I have some history)

My boss is taken aback by my tone. Internally, I hesitate for a moment, but my boss likes me and this guy mortified me. I had been in enough customer service/retail jobs since I was 15, I’ve taken a lot of crap. But this guy was one of the worst, it really stuck with me, because it was completely and totally undeserved. I was just trying to do my job.

Gene is having trouble placing me.
Me: ‘I worked at (INSERT GYM NAME).

My first week there you berated me with obscenities at me at the top of your lungs because I asked you for your membership card when you walked into the gym.’
Gene’s jaw has now dropped – my bosses head turned from me to Gene. Gene does not try to deny it, he stammers.

Gene: ‘I…I never bring my card and everyone there knows me so I always just walk in.’

Me: ‘Yep. The manager told me after our incident. Anyway, as I said, we’ve met.’

I just go back to riding the elevator. No one is speaking. Elevator gets to the ground floor and we all go our separate ways.

It felt good, but I was regretting it now because we are going into the weekend and I will have to wait until Monday morning to see if my boss is upset with my behavior or not.
I still waited tables, went right to work, told my co-workers what happened and we proceeded to get trashed in my honor once the restaurant closed.

Monday morning I get to my desk and eventually, I have to pass my boss’ office. He calls me in. He asks for more details about my encounter with Gene.

Me: ‘I pretty much gave all the details in the elevator.

It was my first-week selling gym memberships (he knew of this job, it was on my resume), I was covering for a front desk person who needed to use the restroom. Gene walked in and I was told to scan EVERYONE into the gym, I tried to tell Gene this and he went off on me. Honestly, I’ve been thinking about him for months and was blown away when he got on the elevator. I’ve never really said anything like to that anyone before and I didn’t plan on it, it just came out as soon as I saw his face.’
My boss was blown away that it happened, and that Gene’s excuse on the elevator was, ‘Oh yeah I never bring my card.’ I said yeah he could have said that.

He could have explained it to me, could have told me his name, could have said talk to the manager everyone knows me, but he chose to explode over something like this and a 22-year-old just trying to do his job.

Eventually, my boss told the other executives and they cut Gene out of their circle. I got on the elevator a few times with me and Gene only and each time I was sure to give a smile and say, ‘Hi Gene!’
He got what he wanted – I never forgot who he was.” EdwardRoivas
16. Make Non-stop Noise And Damage My Property? Enjoy These X-Rated Sounds

“So to begin this story I have to explain, I’m a college student in Portugal.

I was born and raised in Azores (some little islands in the middle of Atlantic ocean), and in order to pursue college, I had to move to the mainland, and for this, I had to rent an apartment. It’s a good apartment, 3 rooms, 2 bathrooms, a living room, and a kitchen. It’s in a quiet neighborhood, so it was all good until they started to do construction work in the apartment above.
This construction work was done by a TV show called, ‘Querido Mudei a Casa’ that literally translates to ‘Honey, I Changed the House.’ It’s quite famous here. They remodel the entire house, replacing everything in it with new furniture, new floor, you get it, so THEY MAKE A LOT OF NOISE.

I’m not the party kind of guy and I’m quite calm and peaceful. I like to stay home, have some friends here, drink a bit, play some games, etc. Also, I do a lot of my college work at night in the apartment (I spend most of the day in class).
So to explain this, Portugal has a law that you can make noise from 8 am to 6 pm. Most of my classes start around 11 and 12 pm which works great for me since I go to sleep around 4 am due to all the work I have to do and plus a little time for myself.

But this means they started drilling the floor at around 8 am EVERY. SINGLE. DAY.

My housemate and I were shocked by the amount of noise they were doing. We let it pass since they shouldn’t take more than a week to replace the floor (make that assumption based on how my dad and I did it once to our house back on the island) but no, that noise lasted for the entire time they were there. I got a bit upset since I couldn’t sleep but I also couldn’t leave the college work undone. So I decided to try and talk with the crew.

I went to the upstairs apartment and knocked, then came this really fat and short guy looking at me like I wasn’t even there. The talk went like this:
Me: ‘Hi, I’m from the apartment below.’

Fat Guy: ‘Hey, what do you want?’

Me: ‘I was gonna ask if you guys could start the drilling at around 10 am, I’m a college student and I do most of my work at night, sometimes I only get to sleep in the morning, is this possible??’

FG: ‘Nah, we have a job to do, you should go to sleep earlier if you want to sleep.’

He closes the door, I was pissed but remain calm, after all, it kinda is my fault if I go to bed at that time.

Some time goes by and the noise continues, I get grumpier and grumpier, I call the customer service of the show, they said politely that there is nothing they can do about it since it’s in the legal rights, I should talk with the guys in the apartment so we can come to a conclusion.

Weeks go by, I’m wondering, ‘That apartment is the same size as mine, how the **** are they taking so long ?’ until a glorious morning I wake up, normal routine, I go to the bathroom to take a shower, and when I turn on the light what do I see? My bathroom full of clay, everything completely dirty, rocks everywhere and a **** hole right on top of the toilet.

I’m furious. My housemate arrives home that morning, he is NOT a calm person. We both go to the upper apartment, and I convinced him to let me talk. He agrees.
I knock on the door. To my surprise, it’s the same fat guy, but this time he was looking at me.
Me: ‘Uumm, You guys opened a hole in my bathroom.’

He interrupts

Fay Guy: ‘Yeah yeah, we know, we already covered our part.’

Me: ‘Okay, but what about ours?’

FG: ‘Can’t you guys fix it? I mean, you are men, can’t you fix the house?’

My friend is furious, but I calmly put my hand on him and keep talking.

Me: ‘No way, you broke it, you’re gonna fix it unless we have to call the landlord and sue your show for this.’

FG: ‘Okay okay, we will fix it, no need to get all formal.’
We came back to the house and we could hear them making fun of us because of the hole. My friend is furious, but I’m calm because I already thought of a way to get back at them.

A couple of days go by when they finally decide to fix the hole. Two nice guys come down and fix it, and said they were sorry and everything. We chatted, they were cool, but my revenge was already planned, sorry dudes.

My friend and I both have JBL speakers, the good one that can really play loud, this is where it begins.
Every day I started to go to bed early now, so I can be up at 8 am, first I take a shower and set up for college, then to plug both of the speakers to my laptop, search for ‘Naughty Japanese’ (You know, cause Japanese girls are known to scream like **** in a high pitched voice) leave the volume up – maximum – and let it play in a loop until I get home, around 6 pm.
Oooh, my amusement was sky high.

My housemate agreed with this since we both started to leave the apartment earlier, until one day we heard a knock on our door. IT WAS THE FAT GUY.

Fat Guy: ‘HEEEEEY, I DON’T KNOW WHAT YOU’RE DOING BUT IT HAS TO STOP, WE ARE RECORDING TODAY AND WE CAN’T HAVE THOSE WEIRD NOISES IN THE BACKGROUND.’ (They record the episodes in the house but they could easily use a studio to authenticate the sound. They are really cheap on saving money.)

ME: ‘Nah, since you are in the legal right to make noise from 8 am to 6 pm, I am too, I can make all the noise I want in that period of time.’
Fat Guy: ‘That will really affect the show and you know that people love this show, probably your Mother watches it and loves it too!’

Me: ‘Maybe, but she knows how things are around here so she doesn’t really mind.

I don’t really mind and the landlord doesn’t mind, can’t you fix it yourself?’

The fat guy goes mad, starts stomping the ground as he turns around and leaves.

This continues, I see the camera crew arriving from my window, they enter the apartment, knock on my door, I didn’t even answer. Just some loud and lewd noises ALL DAY.
This goes for 3 days straight with the camera crew, but one day they never tried knocking on our door again. I think the episode was canceled due to the noise. The funniest part is that this renovation IS FREE. The only revenue gained is based on the viewership of the episodes.

It puts a smile on my face when I know that they just wasted a budget for nothing.” bochechas2
15. Landlord Doesn’t Want To Pay Me Back My Deposit? I’ll Just Call Crime Stoppers

“I had rented out a room in a house with the current owner and occupant of the joint. I gave him a deposit to move in plus the first month’s rent. Everything was good. I did my job, I paid my rental obligation, privacy was respected. After 6 months of living with him, I finally got a better paying job and left. The agreement was that when I left, I would get my deposit back the week after.

A week goes by, my landlord says, ‘I’ll get it next week.’ another month goes by, my landlord says, ‘I have not forgotten about you.’ well now it’s been 2 months and he blocked my number. I’m mad as **** I want my money. Now, I plotted my revenge.
See my landlord was a drug fanatic. Halfway through my first month’s rent, he showed me in the basement of the house all 20 of his “plants” he was growing into mature plants to run a distribution ring. He also had a drug den room where he could use ***** to get a fix along with pills.

While I worked hard at my job for not the greatest pay, he took unemployment and disability benefits while doping up back at home.
My landlord also had an extensive weapons collection. Firearms which were not registered in his state as well as firearms not registered under him. My landlord also had his own drug dealer that would show up to drop off dope among other things. My landlord did this the entire course of me being there. He thought he was safe until he started messing with my livelihood. So I wrote down everything I could remember and did my research.

Behold the powers of search engines and the internet. Bang ‘Crime Stoppers’ fine print: Get 1000$ for your tip. BINGO. I fill out every minute detail, time stamps, photos of the growing operation. Photo of the house, contacts, his entire life I had information on. Submit everything and I wait. My deposit was $350 so pocketing an extra $650 is completely worth it. He thought I wouldn’t be a snitch but you backstab me so I’ll mess you over so hard.
My parents lived in a neighboring town. I asked them to forward me the town newsletters and I also looked at the county police and news updates – 4 months later I see it in bold.

Drug operation busted. The police got a wiretap warrant on his phone and staked out his property. The seriousness of ***** and weapons mixed, the ATF was also involved with the DEA. A swat team executed a search warrant and busted into his house in the early morning hours, around the times I told when he was asleep. They seized everything, he is looking at about 40-60 years for his offenses. On top of that, the police also apprehended the other druggie who delivered to him in the middle of the night. I don’t know when afterward but at some point in time Crime Stoppers helped me set up how I wanted my 1000$.

The evidence was pretty damaging. I got my revenge but I also saved a community.” America-always-great
14. Keep Getting Computer Viruses From X-Rated Sites? I’ll Hook It Up So Everyone Gets Notifications

“About 2 years ago my brother kept asking me to repair his laptop, no big deal, right? Wrong, the reason why it was always breaking is because my brother would always go to the sketchiest **** sites he could find. For those of you who do not know, sometimes hackers will setup naughty sites that exist for no other reason other than to distribute viruses because, well you know, *** sells.

And so, his computer would have at minimum 30 different viruses on it plus an Internet history of such wonderful searches. I eventually got tired of fixing his computers and told him up front that I knew why he kept getting viruses and that he shouldn’t be going to such off-color nudie sites. Needless to say, he didn’t listen.
So, I decided to get back at him for not listening to me. If anyone has been on a school internet connection, you would know that there are certain websites you cannot visit. The device used to filter content like this is called a ‘transparent proxy’ (trust me there’s a point to this).

A transparent proxy sits in between the router and the modem meaning that every computer’s internet connection goes through this proxy and can either cache, filter, or be a gateway to the rest of the internet. With all of that out of the way, here is what I did.
My sister-in-law was aware of what I was about to do, and she didn’t care, in fact, I think she might have supported what I was doing. She let me into her house to set up a transparent proxy on their network which wasn’t difficult since their router and modem was not one single device.

What this proxy does is it gets the URL of a page being viewed, it would check the URL for specific words like ****, ***, etc… and it would even view the page itself and check for those same keywords. If it found multiple keyword matches it would then send the URL off to my server which is where all the fun stuff happens. When my server receives the URL from this proxy, it then passes the URL off to a bot that is logged on to my brother’s Twitter and Facebook account and would post the URL to his wall.

So, every time my brother viewed a web page containing ****, the URL of the page he is viewing is posted to his walls on Twitter and Facebook.
He never figured out why or how these posts were being made but now every time Thanksgiving comes around my father brings it up every time because he thought this was the funniest thing in the world. My father nor his friends will ever let him live this one down.”
UnnecessaryIncome
13. Make A Horrific Comment Like That? Get Charged ******* Tax

“It’s long but satisfying.

I was talking with another sales dad the other day at a scout cookout, swapping toughest customer stories, when this guy came up.

Glossary of jargon:

Spiff: arbitrary cash bonuses offered at management discretion

Pencil: preliminary buyer’s order used in negotiation. It delineates list price, discount, purchase price, trade value/payoff, and taxes/fees
CPO: certified pre-owned. If qualified by age/mileage/ownership, it gets a much more thorough inspection and earns an extended warranty for passing.

This happened about 5 years ago when I was selling cars, on a Saturday, just before lunch (the dealership catered lunch on Saturday, but I didn’t get to eat it). I sold a car to my first customer of the day which any car guy will tell you, if you can get one out before 11 on a Saturday, you should almost be mad if you don’t get a hat trick (3 sold in a day, typically hat tricks pay out an extra bonus.

At my store, it was $150). I’d already gotten some free money in the morning meeting for a couple of perfect surveys, and my sale was the first one of the day for the store, which happened to be a spiff that day, so I’m riding high having already put $500 in my pocket before noon, with a real shot at doubling it before they turned out the lights. ‘It’s gonna be a good day,’ I thought.
I’d just finished stocking in my fresh trade and collecting my 1st sale spiff when the receptionist comes to my desk.

‘Hey, mypostingname, you’re really good with weird, angry, and weirdly angry customers, yeah?’

Wonderful.

Me: ‘Yeah, I guess that’s me. What’ve we got?’

R: ‘That couple over there that looks like it’s taking too long for the guy at Jimmy Johns to make their sandwiches.’

I sigh, put on my sunny customer service face, and greet the couple. They’re older, but not old, probably mid-50s. They’re aloof and condescending as I bring them to an empty desk (my desk was on the ‘used’ side of the dealership) and offer coffee. They scoff and decline until they see the big fancy cappuccino machine. The wife looks at me expectantly as I sit down, inviting her to help herself, reassuring her that it’s a very intuitive machine with several options, but I’ll be happy to help if she has any problems.

Hubby, CB1 for dialogue, hands me a folder. Inside is a printout from our website

‘I’d like to purchase this truck, please, at the advertised price.’ He says.

I say, ‘Excellent. Before we discuss rebates, let me double check that we still have the vehicle in stock, it’ll only take a min–‘

CB1: ‘You don’t know your own inventory?!? This is very unprofessional. Hey, honey! He says he probably doesn’t have it in stock! Looks like we might have come all the way down here for nothing!’

CB2: ‘This would never happen at Volvo.’

This is going to be fun.
I mindlessly apologize/explain that we have 18 salespeople and over 650 cars on the lot at any given time, we sell 250/mo, so inventory management is literally a full-time job as I check the key track, see the key as checked in, and politely excuse myself to pull the truck around.

In retrospect, I wish I’d have paid more attention to the listing, as it would’ve saved some pain, but I just pulled the stock number, verified availability, and pulled it around.

Me: ‘Alright, let’s take a look.’

They follow me outside and I start my walkaround.

CB1: ‘This is the wrong truck.’

CB2: ‘This IS the wrong truck! I TOLD you you were asking for trouble trying to buy domestic.

CB1: ‘I told you, honey, a **** Volvo won’t pull the camper. This is what we need.’

Me: ‘What do you mean? This is the truck from the listing you gave me.’

CB1: ‘Christ. No. It’s. NOT. The listing I gave you was for a white long bed king ranch.

This is a silver XLT. I get that reading is hard, you’d think that even a domestic car salesman would know his colors.’
Me: ‘First of all, there’s no such thing as a $30k king ranch and you clearly know that. Second, I don’t appreciate being insulted. Clearly, there’s been a mistake. Let’s go back inside and figure it out.’

CB1: ‘You have to honor your advertised price. It’s the law. My wife is a lawyer.’

CB2: ‘I’m a lawyer and will eat you alive.’

Me: ‘Look, there’s no need to get hostile. I don’t get paid unless you buy, so it’s in my best interest to work this out.

I assume our web developer made a mistake with the pictures, but let me investigate and we’ll go from there.’
As I suspected, every word of text on the listing pointed to an XLT, as did the window sticker link. The web guy mixed up the pictures. I found the pictured truck which had a sticker more than $20k higher, with fewer rebates. I printed both stickers and the fine print disclaimer at the bottom of every listing and spent 20+ minutes explaining, trying to talk sense, and fielding a myriad of threats and insults. Things have gotten nasty, and I was ready to fire them, but when I went to grab the stickers, the last thing I heard from the desk was, ‘Don’t you DARE cut these ******** loose.

Sell them a truck.’
I take it straight to the GM at this point, who comes out, takes one look at these people, decides it’s not worth it, and personally delivers a pencil showing real money $6k loss with the invoice to back it up. We’re still like $17k apart and they’re holding ground, still threatening litigation despite knowing that they have no leg to stand on, and knowing that they were already stealing the truck they wanted at the offered price. Our store was part of the 3rd largest group in the world at the time, so we had lawyers, too.

We happened to have the exact truck they were trying to buy on the used lot. 1 model year older, 21kish miles, CPO, listed at $36,999. I flip them to that one, and we move to the used side. I show them the truck, and hubby is failing miserably at hiding his excitement by the end of the test drive. My GM had told me to call him before I presented a pencil, so I did. To my chagrin, he cut the nuts off it and had me present $32,999, about $1k north of rough trade via NADA, and $2.5k south of the next cheapest similar truck within 300 miles, PLUS it was certified, which adds about $2k of value in warranty.

They’re still fixated on $30k, and here we pick up the conversation.
CB1: ‘I don’t care what the market says. I want to know what you paid for it, and then we’ll negotiate an offset from there.’

Me:’ No. That’s not something you get to know. You don’t demand to know the cost on anything else you buy. You could literally go to CarMax tomorrow and turn a small profit at our price. Even if you weren’t stealing this truck, and you absolutely are, my time isn’t free. I–‘

CB2: ‘We don’t give a **** about you. We want a great price, and we’re not there yet.

Do better.’

Me: ‘You absolutely ARE at a great price, and given the abuse I’ve endured, you’re out of your mind if you think I’m going to budge one cent off my price. I have a baby at home.’
I know this next comment is going to sound embellished, but I swear to JESUS it’s verbatim.

CB1: ‘I couldn’t care less if your baby lives or dies. Take a thousand off or –‘

Me, holding back rage: ‘We’re done here.’

CB1: ‘What?’

Me: ‘You heard me. We’re done. Get the **** out of my office. Now.’

CB1: ‘No. I’m buying a truck.

Me: ‘NO. YOU’RE ******* NOT. I’VE BEEN PATIENT AS **** AND YOU CROSSED THE LINE.

GET THE **** OUT RIGHT THE **** NOW BEFORE I LOSE MY ******* ***.’

CB2:* ‘Typica–‘

Me: ‘NOW!!!’
They stood up and I half herded, half shoved them out of my regular office and out of the building. I immediately got lit up by the desk managers, and I let them speak their piece. Then I told them what was said, and suddenly we were a united front. I was shaking, I was so angry, so I was given a shot of desk whiskey and told to remain in the tower until the whiskey worked and I’d calmed down. I was HOT, so it took a good while.

I was still there when CB1 called about 20 minutes later to whine about how he was treated, and he caught an earful from my manager. He still wanted the truck, and my manager still wanted to sell it, so he put the guy on hold and asked me. ‘I’ve gotta sell the truck. What do you want me to do? I’ll do the paperwork if you want, but you’re still gonna have to deliver.’
Me: ‘Nah, that’s alright. Just tell him his price expired when he got himself tossed, and there will be no negotiations when he comes back. If he wants the truck, he’ll pay what we ask.

Don’t tell him the price and mark it up $2,500.’

He laughed, nodded, and set it up. I got the deal jacket ready, brushed off his feigned apology, and made him fill out the credit app in silence before I showed him the buyer’s order.
CB1: ‘This is WAY higher than it was before!’

Me: ‘Yes, sir. It is. Sign here.’

CB1: ‘WHY?!?’

Me: ‘******* tax. Sign or go home.’

He glared at me, I stared into his eyes and didn’t say a word for a good 30 seconds, then he picked up the pen and signed.
I remained cold but professional through delivery and managed to treat him like any other customer I didn’t particularly like with my sold follow up.

He remained an ******* every time I spoke with him, but he ended up inadvertently being my biggest source of referrals. Evidently, he told everyone he knew about me charging him an ******* tax, and he was such a notorious ******* that it made his circle want to buy from me. Over the next year, I sold 7 cars to people he knew.

If anyone is interested, I did make my hat trick that day, but it didn’t come until shortly after close.” Source
12. Tell Me What To Do To Get A Raise Then Back Out? I’ll Take Your Job

“I work as a sub-contractor for an actually licensed contractor for a realty company.

Basically, the realty company buys houses, and the contractor tells us to go to the new address, and my coworkers and I flip the house and get it ready to be rented out. When I first started a job, it was a difficult transition considering I was a plumber previously but, eventually, I became a valuable asset to Contractor’s company thus the realty company as well. Contractor was infamous for being a bit of an a*s when it came to actual business and money. He was constantly yelling and screaming at the plumber, the painters, etc. about prices and how it took them too long and he wasn’t paying that much, which I would understand if the yelling was actually warranted.

When it became tax season, he gave everyone else a 1099 and then said he ‘lost’ mine and got pissed off every time I asked about it.
This guy makes easily 2 million a year (so he says) so I don’t really think $100 off the price matters that much. Not enough to get into a screaming match and ruin relationships with the other sub-contractors. I have been working for him for about a year now at 16/hr. Not too bad for my area but, I make him a lot more a day than the $160 I make every 10-hour work day.

One day I asked him for a raise, which he laughs and shuts me down immediately. After that, I decide to work harder, get houses done faster, and show him that I deserve a raise. A few months later, I decide to ask for a raise again but not as directly. ‘How could I be more useful to the company? So, I can increase my productivity, and both of us can make more money?’ He said, ‘Get a van and a trailer and then we can talk about more money,'” in his normal gruff tone that says, ‘shut up and get back to work.’ After that day, I worked side jobs here and there.

Worked a lot later than I usually would, and even all throughout the weekend. Saving up as much money as possible. I sometimes wouldn’t eat some days just to save that little bit of money.
He loved how much I was getting done and I could practically see the dollar signs in his eyes when I told him all that I got done every day. Finally, the day came where I saved up just enough money to buy my Dad’s old Ford van. Then not long after, I bought a little piece of crap 5×10 trailer that I had to fix up.

The following Monday, I pull up with the bright white gas guzzler and the fixed-up trailer following behind. I walked up to him smiling ear to ear about my accomplishment, hoping he would be proud or at least happy about all that I have done. I tell him to look at my new toys and all he says is ‘cool,’ and got in his truck and left. ‘Okay, maybe he’s just busy,’ I thought as I processed his extremely underwhelming response.
At the end of the day, I finally have a moment with him to discuss my raise. ‘So! I have the van and the trailer.

I have saved up and done everything you said that I needed to do to make more money and be more of an ***et to this company.’ He narrows his eyes at me, ‘What are you talking about?’ ‘You said that if I got a van and a trailer that you would pay me more,’ I said confused. ‘I never said any of that. You have to actually work if you want anything else from me.’
I was devastated. I have been working my *** off while he sat on his *** and watched. I followed every instruction, completed in the very least two houses a week (which he makes about $5,000~ per house or so he says) and he acts like I do nothing for the company.

I swallowed my pride and let out a quick, ‘Yes sir’ and left his office.

I was finally tired of dealing with Contractor. Tired and defeated, I decided it was time to start looking for other jobs that actually had the possibility to move up. Then the company electrician gave me an idea. (I am going to call him Adam for privacy reasons) Adam is a good guy all around. If you needed advice or, just someone to talk to, he was always there for you. I told him about everything that has happened with Contractor and told him I was looking for other jobs.

He simply said, ‘You’re not supposed to be here to try and make it to the top. You’re here to learn. Learn everything you can and then one day, you’ll be the contractor. A better one than Contractor for sure. Why not look into getting your general contracting license? It’s not hard, you just have to work for it. That’s what I did to an extent. I worked for Contractor for years dealing with his bullsh*t. Until one day, I decided to get my electrician’s license. Now, he doesn’t decide what I’m paid. I do. That is if he wants me to work for him.

And if not, then I have other customers to make my living.’
I took his words to heart and came up with a plan.
Revenge:

I did some research on becoming a general contractor in my state (Requirements differ in other states).

Basically, I would need books to learn the material, references, a bank reference, and to pass the test.

The books were pretty expensive. With bills, taking care of my family and a monthly van payment, it seemed impossible for now. Until I found a group following in my area that needed a handyman to do a variety of things. Perfect. Extra money. Soon, my name started blowing up in my small town.

I did everything from repairing fences to installing toilets. I took everything I learned from plumbing and from working for Contractor and used it to build a reputation. References: check.
This is when I decided it was time to open my own business. Again, I did my research and learned all I had to do to open said business. I’ll spare you the details but, it was basically business license, how to get an LLC, Liability insurance, think of a name NOT already taken, blah blah blah.

It took a while, but I sent in all that I had and prayed to whatever god is there for me to be invited to take the test.

I waited and wait until about three weeks and FINALLY, I got a letter inviting me to the next test. It was a three-hour drive and on a Tuesday. Great another speed bump. Have to miss work AND pay $300.
The day of the test came, and I panicked. It was an open book but, I eventually ran out of time and didn’t get to finish. I was so disappointed in myself that I basically gave up. I just decided to keep working my job and a little side business. A week later, I was holding my son. He is a beautiful blonde-haired blue-eyed reflection of myself.

After I managed to get him to sleep, I stared at him and wondered if I would be able to give him a better life than I had. I remember growing up in crappy trailers, being hungry and made fun of at school because I wore clothes from Walmart. Not the best way to grow up but, I had a roof over my head. I always wanted video games that my friends had but never got it. I wanted to go to trampoline parks and water parks. I’ve only been once in my entire life.
That’s about when my resolve renews itself within me.

I had to do this. Not only for me but, for him. I saved up all over again and came up with the $300 and requested for a re-take of the test. I took practice tests online, so I was ready. The day came and I BARELY manage to pass. BUT I still pass the test and receive my license! Now time for the fun part.
With all of the time passing, I became pretty close friends with the owner of the realty company. Going to BBQs, stopping to tell him some corny joke I saw on Facebook (he LOVED puns), and doing extra tasks not under Contractor.

One day, I came into his office and saw some invoices from Contractor on his desk. I just said, ‘Wow, that’s how much you’re paying him? Dude, he should at least take it a little bit easy on you since you have known each other for so long.’ He just nodded and said, ‘You think so?’ and he just looked at the papers more. Since then, I would say little comments about how much Contractor was getting paid and how many houses we could buy with that money. Just planting seeds in his mind that I slowly water until they turn into a beautiful garden of resentment.

Finally, Owner calls me and wants me to come to his house for a beer and to ‘talk business.’ (We’ve done this a few times before. It’s usually about his wife or the hit last time he played golf). I pull into his driveway, and he told me to meet him out back. After the usual how-are-yous, he tells me that he and Contractor had a bit of an argument and they are ‘limiting’ him from now on. Then, he turned to me, and said, ‘There is a meeting Friday. I want you there at 9 o’clock.’ I hesitate. I wasn’t sure what it could have been.

‘Sure, I’ll be there.’ I manage to say calmly through a scrambled mind. A few beers and stories about fishing trips, I headed home.

So I go to the meeting, and as I go in everyone shook my hand. Some I’ve seen before and said my ‘Hi how are yous’ to, others I have never met in my life. THIS WAS AN INVESTOR MEETING. Some of these people are worth figures in the nine digits. I was internally freaking out after finding out, but if you’ve read, you’d know I know how to keep my cool. After our greetings, we sat down and waited.

It wasn’t clear who we were waiting on until an hour later Contractor walks in with his usual stained T-shirt and cargo shorts, while I am in a nice dress shirt and tie. (Figured I would look nice for this.)
Everyone made a face and greeted Contractor while we got in settled again. Contractor didn’t seem to notice me until we all sat back down. I saw him do a double take and give me a look that said, ‘What the **** are you doing here?’ I had requested today off so I could only imagine what he was thinking. After introducing the new investors to the old investors, Owner got started saying about how we were going to have an amazing 2019 and an amazing future for the company (I suppose he was just hyping up the new guys so they would invest more).

About two hours of production values and budget stuff blah blah, he turned to me and said, ‘I would just like to take the time to congratulate OP for passing the general contractor’s exam and his newly acquired business!’ I smiled and thanked him, then he continued. ‘As we are growing, we have a demand for new and inspiring people within our company. After hearing about OP’s success in both our company and his, I would like to personally ask him a question in front of the whole team..’ (My heart pounding in my throat as each word sounded slower than the last.

I took a side glance at Contractor is visibly sweating at this point.) ‘OP, how would you like to be our new property manager? You may still have your business and do your own work. But, we will pay you exclusively to be our personal contractor and help take care of all new and old properties.’ Everyone turns to me and I take a second to respond.
Just then Contractor stands up and says, ‘What the eff? I’m your god **** contractor! I’ve been your contractor for over a decade! You can’t just replace me for some dipsh*t that doesn’t know what he is doing!’ Owner smugly looks at Contractor and says, ‘We’re not replacing you.

You will just answer to him now. All tasks, orders, and billing will go through him now. If you would like to still work for us, granted you mind your mouth and tone, you will run anything you do by OP. Contractor looks enraged and he turns to me, ‘YOU’RE FIRED! You have no business here anymore now LEAVE.’
Owner chuckles, and says,’You don’t have that power anymore. As long as OP agrees to my question.’ I turn to him and say, ‘Are you sure you can afford me?’ I laugh and shake his hand. ‘Yes. This is all I have ever wanted.

All that I have worked for. Now we can get some real work done (I have to admit something, I’ve been practicing that response since I was asked to come to this meeting lol)’ Contractor stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind him and I didn’t see him for the rest of the day.
After he left, we continued to discuss the goals for this year and it’s out they bought 60 new houses for me to work on with the investor’s money and he just looked at me and said, ‘Can you handle that?’ I happily said, ‘Yes, sir,’ trying to keep my eyes from watering.

All I thought about was my family and how proud they would be of me.
In a little under a year, I received a great license, my own business, and pretty much non-stop work. If there is anything you can take from reading this, I hope it will be this: Don’t settle in life. Be hungry to better yourself, and be the best person you can be. The only person stopping you is yourself. TheAwesomeAustin
11. Throw A Party For One Instead Of Dog Sitting My Dogs? I’ll Show You What Happens

“This didn’t happen to me, it happened to my sister.

My sister moved up to South Carolina from Florida about a year ago, but she still visits us periodically.

We’re a big and close family. Shortly after Thanksgiving, she flew down with her husband and son for one such visit. She has 3 geriatric dogs, so she got a house/dog sitter.
MS (my sister) went through the basics of how they can only be fed at certain times. They get let out at certain times. They need to be in their crates from X hour to Z hour. Most importantly, they don’t get treats. They get vitamins in place of treats, but those vitamins have to be given only twice a day. No people food. Very strict diets. They’re all happy and healthy, but only because MS is so strict with their regime.

The lady MS hired to watch her dogs had stellar reviews on the site she was found through. She’s a stay-at-home mom who does this as a side thing for extra cash.
MS left for Florida for a week. The first 5 days, everything is going well. DS (dog sitter) texts MS regularly or video calls. She shows MS pictures and gives her regular updates of when she comes and goes to MS’s house. MS just bought that house, btw. She’s been working her butt off to finally be able to afford it. She put so much into making that a nice home for her family.

MS has had some health problems herself. She’s got a ton of prescription medication in her medicine cabinet. She brought enough for the week but left the rest at home. Stuff for epilepsy, asthma, and allergies, but she’s also got a ton of pain killers from when she had my nephew not that long ago. She’s paranoid about becoming addicted, so she kept the pills for safety, but never used them. It’s a full bottle.
On top of that, she’s been a collector of rare beer for about 15 years now. Beer that’s not even sold anymore because they were promotional from microbreweries.

Beer she can’t get anymore because she doesn’t live in Florida. Those bottles, she keeps as mostly decoration in her kitchen.
On the 6th day of her vacation, DS stops all communication altogether. MS texts, calls, emails. Nothing. Radio silence. She’s got a bad feeling, but she doesn’t want to kill the mood because she doesn’t get to see her family very often.

Day 7, she gets on a late flight back to South Carolina. The plane gets there around 2 in the morning. They drive an hour to their rural town. They get home. The front door is wide open. The lawn looks like someone in a truck (which DS happened to drive) just tried to go drifting over grass and a tree before vacating the premises super quick.

MS goes to handle my nephew who is groggy and screaming. It’s been a rough day. She’s thinking the worst; that someone robbed the house while this poor lady was there. MS’s husband (BiL) goes inside to survey the damages. It’s all clear, MS and Nephew go inside too.

The back door is wide open. The couch looks like it exploded. The rug in the living room and the couch, and pretty much every square foot on the main floor is covered in the kind of pee and poop that can only be made from 3 geriatric furry *********.
The dogs are, thankfully, still in the backyard.

But they’re shivering and filthy. There are broken beer bottles everywhere. Some have been stuffed deep in the trash to hide the evidence. Some have been refilled with water and put back with their tops precariously situated on top so they might look like they haven’t been touched.
82 bottles, each growler sized (roughly 64 oz) – gone. The medicine cabinet is like one of those Western ghost towns with a tumbleweed rolling through. MS is already thinking DS threw herself a party. No way in **** could someone 5’6”, 170 lbs., drink that much beer and take that many pills and not be dead.

MS called the cops. Obviously. The police get there to figure this must be a break in. They take a bunch of pictures, take an account of all the bottles and ***** that were missing. MS cleans what she can, but gets to sleep because thankfully the upstairs hasn’t been touched.
One day later, the police find DS. MS has assumed she’s dead and abducted, so the police were looking for her and her car. They found the truck run off the side of a highway with this lady about two miles up, tweaking OUT OF HER MIND walking along the side of the road, screaming at nothing.

They take her in for whatever charges. Her husband bails her out and picks her up. According to her husband, this has happened before. DS has a drug and alcohol problem.

At first, she’s messaging my sister, super apologetic, saying s***** reimburse MS and please don’t press charges. MS quotes her the price of the rug, a new couch, and the vet bills because her dogs had somehow gained access to 9 containers of doggie vitamins and one of them was having liver failure (The dog is fine now, but she’s an old Yorkie so who knows. Also, MS buys in bulk from a wholesaler, hence 9 containers).

The total was somewhere around $800. MS didn’t bother with the beers, the meds, the lawn, cleaning the house. She could have. ****, I would have.
On top of that, MS demanded DS never dog sit again and she had to refund MS for her dog sitting. MS works in advertising. I won’t say what kind, but basically, if she saw/sees DS advertising herself as a dog sitter ever again, she has the means to drag this lady until all she sees is mud for the rest of her life.
DS insists she’d gonna pay it back, but that MS has to wait until they get their taxes back.

Ok. So MS waits. Late February, she texts DS asking where her money is. DS immediately starts saying how she didn’t do anything wrong, MS is a bad dog owner and her dogs are miserable, none of the stuff MS says DS did was actually done. MS has all the old texts of DS admitting to all of it sooo….?
This goes on for a while. Eventually, DS starts saying how ‘as a courtesy’ she has a friend who owns a furniture store. She will give MS a credit of $200 for a new couch. And she has an old rug she doesn’t want anymore that MS can have.

Erm… what?

She paid MS about $500 and insists she’ll get the coupon to MS soon. March goes by. Nothing.
Around March 20th, MS marches her happy butt to the small claims court and files. Then she snaps pictures of everything. Then she sends DS the message. ‘As a courtesy, I’m letting you know that I just filed this at the small claims court.’
Then the fun starts. This lady goes OFF on MS. She says she’s going to sue for slander and undue distress and harassment and blah blah blah blah blah. MS saves all of it, including the fun bits where DS threatens her family and calls her the C-word 20-dozen times.

Fast forward another month. Things move fast in a small town. This lady shows up looking like she just got run through by a garbage disposal truck. She gives the judge her sob-story, talking about how she did nothing but give MS and her animals the best care, that MS is making all this up.
Yeah. MS has the old gangster of a cop with her. She’s got pictures of all the damage, the vet bills, the bottles, proof that she was out of town, police reports of both the ‘break-in’ as well as DS’s DUI the following day. DS tries to spin it with that one law about how you can’t serve alcohol to a known alcoholic.

That obviously gets thrown right THE EFF out.

DS then tries to appeal to Judge and MS’s sense of humanity. She tells them how her husband just left her and is suing her for full custody (good!) and that if she can’t dog-sit, how is she supposed to support herself or ever get her kids back (tough cookies!). The judge takes my sister’s side, for obvious reasons.
DS is homeless now, living with her parents. She can’t see her kids, who by the way, don’t want to see her. Apparently, she was a drunk who ran her hubby’s credit all the way down, she was abusive to her kids, and because of her heavy alcohol abuse — one of her kids has Fetal Alcohol Syndrome.

DS has 60 days to pay the remaining $300 or she faces jail time. Her husband filed for divorce already. Oh, and she lost her license thanks to that DUI.
As a former addict myself and someone who’s been through a DUI, I want to sympathize. That’s a lot of stuff to go through. MS gave her chance after chance, but at some point, you have to take responsibility for your actions. It really seems like this lady has just been using her husband as a crutch while she tries to get better, only to backslide hard. It’s rough, I know. I hope she gets the help she needs.

MS’s dogs are doing well. She got a replacement couch on Amazon for $75 and a nice fluffy rug for even less. DS eventually coughed up that coupon. It didn’t even work. It was for something like 20% off with a purchase of $500 or more, so um…no thanks.” Source
10. Give Me A Scathing Performance Review? I’ll Whip You Into Shape

“Guys, I know this is long, but I assure you…this is a juicy one.

I was working with a B2B Sales company (we sold services to companies), and this company had managed to hire the most incompetent, lazy, and jealous sales manager I have ever come across.

We were a team of 5 sales people and a sales manager, all 5 of us salespeople hated our sales manager for various reasons but we liked her personally.
I was the top sales person on the team, I was sitting at 170% of my yearly objective and was well on my way to President’s Club. This is largely because I was the only sales person on the team with real sales experience and the sales manager was too incompetent to train a team.
So my VP came down for our yearly performance reviews and I was called in first. It was my VP and Mrs.

B (short for ****).* I was expecting a positive performance review.

Right off the bat Mrs. B hits me with, ‘Sting, you know our location hasn’t been performing at the objective for a number of years, and we suspect this is because salespeople are misrepresenting their daily work.”
I’m taken aback.

‘Sting, I don’t think you are actually doing what you say you are doing in your CRM, and this is something that could get you fired.’

I looked at Mrs. B and I said, ‘Really?’ She said, ‘Yeah.’

I hit her back with, ‘I’m shocked you decided to go this route.’ Mrs. B, with a confident smile, said, ‘We gotta do what it takes to get this location on objective.’

I said, ‘Alright, let’s play a game.

Mrs. B pick a day, any day in the CRM and let me prove to you that I went to all my appointments and did all my stops as recorded.’
‘Well Sting, I’m not saying you never go in the field, I just think some days you stay at home and put in BS notes in the CRM.”

I said, ‘Mrs B, pick a day, any day, pick a day you think I lied about my sales activities.”

So Mrs. B picks a day.

Now I’m smiling ear to ear, and I’m totally heated right now. I notice the VP is smiling at me and his head is slanted to one side, I suspected he knew Mrs.

B was about to get absolutely ******* owned…and he was right.

So she gives me a day and I turn to the VP,’Mr. VP, are you aware of how android phones work?’ VP responds, ‘Enlighten me.’
I said, ‘By default, Android has location services turned on and, in fact, Google will track where you went and when. Naturally, I carry my phone everywhere so let’s compare what Google says I did that day to what my CRM says.”

So I pull up my Google location services for that day, and surprise surprise, it’s a match.

Mrs. B is obviously very concerned at this point.

I said, ‘I’m actually quite enjoying this performance review, let’s pick another day, Mrs.B.”

Mrs. B fires back, ‘We don’t need to do that.’ I turn to the VP, ‘Mr. VP would you mind picking a day?’
He says, ‘Sure, what about XYZ?’

He pulls up my CRM, I pull my location services for that day.

Guess what? It’s a match.
I then get ready to pull out the big guns, ‘Mr. VP do you remember company XYZ with a contract value of excess of $1 million that we lost recently?’

‘Yes, Sting I remember. Apparently, our competitor won them over a price we can’t win them all.’

‘Mr. VP, here is an email from their VP basically stating that they’ve decided not to go with us because we failed to provide 3 samples for them to decide on which product worked best for them.’
‘Sting, can you forward that to me?’

‘Sure not a problem Mr. VP.’

Forward it over.

‘Mr. VP, while I’m at this, let me forward you over several email chains before this where I clearly asked Mrs. B to order those samples, in fact in those very same email chains, she confirmed that she had, in fact, ordered the sample.’

He asked me to forward those emails to him so I did.

‘Now Mr. VP, I had our service department look to see if any orders had been placed for those samples, no orders were actually placed.’

He said, ‘I’m going look into this.’

Mrs. B is ******* sweating bullets at this point, my performance review has just turned into her performance review and **** not going right.

‘Mr. VP, I have one more thing I’d like to bring to your attention, do you mind if I step outside for a minute so I can show you?’ he said, ‘Sure, I need to have a talk with Mrs. B anyway.’
Now I need to mention that several years prior to this, a general manager at another location seriously ******** assaulted a woman. The company was sued and lost a lot of money because of this. Since this incident, the company put in a very clear cut policy, ‘No ****** relations between management and people who work for them. It is immediate termination for the manager.’
Another sales consultant in the office is named Joe.

Joe is a married man with two beautiful kids and Mrs. B had the hots for him. She tried to have *** with him multiple times, twice on text. Joe and I had talked about if he should report this transgression.

I walked into the sales office and said, ‘Joe, I think its time we get a new sales manager, you got those texts?’

He looks at me and goes, ‘Is today going be the day?’ I said, ‘Today is going be the day.’

All the sales staff knew what was going on, the mood in the office was lifted. Joe and I begin walking back to the conference room when the Location Manager who was not a part of the performance review saw Joe and I, he asked, ‘What’s going on?” and Joe said,
‘You’re going need to hire a new sales manager soon.’ the location manager was confused.

He said he’s coming into the meeting we said fine. I knocked on the door, Mr. VP said come on in so I did.

There we stood, Joe, myself, and the location manager. Mrs. B knew exactly what was about to happen. We all took our seats, and I asked the VP, ‘Mr. VP, I just want to clarify a company policy.’
‘Sure.’

‘Is it true that if a manager tries to engage in a ****** relationship with a direct report, it is immediate termination for that manager?’

Mr. VP sits up straight, takes a moment and goes, ‘Yes, if something like that came to my attention my hands would be tied.

I’d have to fire the manager.’
I said, ‘Well Joe has something he wants to show you.’

Mrs. B got up and walked out of the conference room, she was about to cry. Her world, her career, had just completely been wrecked and I don’t think she wanted to be around for the end.

Joe went on to tell the VP how he’s a happily married man with two beautiful kids and Mrs. B kept hitting on him. In fact, she had sent him numerous ****** texts, and on two occasions openly invited him to have *** with her, once in the office and once at his home even after he had made it clear he wasn’t going to do anything with her.

Mr. VP asked to see the texts and Joe provided them.
The VP asked him to screenshot those and email those over, Joe said he would. Then the VP said, ‘I’m going need both of you to go back to the sales office, the location manager and I have some talking to do.’

We walk back into the sales office, I noticed the sales manager office had looked cleaned out. Apparently, Mrs. B was balling, she was a wreck and crying, and said she was going home. Joe laughed and said, ‘Yea she won’t be coming back.’

It was about 20-25 minutes when the VP came into the sales office and asked me to come to the conference room again so I did.

I sat down and the VP said, ‘Well, I would like to inform you that Mrs. B has been terminated effective immediately, with this being said after your performance review, and looking over your numbers you are our top sales rep in this location and deserve nothing short of stellar remarks on your review and you’ll be getting that.’ I said.
‘Thank you, I do have one question.’ He said ‘Sure, anything.’

‘How do I apply for the new sales manager job that just opened up?’

Mr. VP laughed and said, ‘You sure do you like to strike while the iron is hot don’t you?’ I said I do, he said he would let the location manager know and I’d be able to put in my application.

I thanked him and he said, ‘No, thank you. In my 35 years of being in sales and sales management that was by far the most interesting performance review I have ever witnessed.’
I did not end up getting promoted. I ended up quitting shortly after this.

I ended up quitting shortly after this because they decided to not promote me and instead hired a guy with no sales experience to be our sales manager, and this rubbed me the wrong way. Also, our service department sucked and couldn’t deliver what I was selling, and another company offered me more money.” sting2018
9. The Grass Is The Wrong Color? Yeah Ok.

“Ok, so some backstory: I was 13 and I lived in a really ‘fancy’ neighborhood where every year we have the best lawn competition.

The prize for the winner is a $500 check. Some of my neighbors are really nice but some are rich snobs.
I was managing my parent’s flower garden and I worked really hard for about 2 hours. When I finished it looked really good. An entitled neighbor was walking her dog and spotted me admiring my work. EP is generally an ****** to everyone so I wanted to avoid conversation but she called out to me and the conversation went as followed:
EP = Entitled Person, Me = Me

EP: ‘Wow, did you do all this work?’

Me: ‘Yeah, I was out working for the lawn competition.’

EP: ‘You did a great job.

Do you think you can do my lawn?’

Me: ‘Hmm if you pay me by the hour I’ll be happy to work.’
EP: ‘Ugh, why do I have pay?’

Me: ‘Because I helping you compete against me, I want some profit out of it.’

EP: ‘Ok fine, 10$ an hour.’

So the next day, I do her very weedy lawn and I think I did a pretty good job. I pick up every single one of her weeds, I cut the grass, and I even buy some flowers for the patches of dirt where large weeds used to be. After 4 hours of work, I knock on EP’s door to let her see the work thinking she would be impressed.

I was very wrong.
EP: ‘Ew what is this?’
(I was confused but I wanted to see if I missed anything.)

Me:’What?’

EP: ‘The grass is the wrong color!’

Me: ‘The grass is green, what color is it supposed to be?’

EP: ‘Orange-ish! I want my lawn to have fall colors!’ (Which I’m pretty sure is a made up excuse)

Me: ‘…. umm you didn’t say that?’

EP: ‘You should have known, now get out of here because you ruined my lawn. I’m not paying you.’

Me: ‘Wait, what??!?!?!’
EP walks into her house and slams the door. I go home and start to plan my revenge. Around the neighborhood, I hear EP bragging about her perfect lawn.

About a week later, I stay up till 12:00 am, and I go to a compost pile behind my house and gather up all the weeds I tossed from my own garden. I go to EP’s house and spend another hour kicking up her flowers, adding bug bait, and re-planting the weeds in her yard.
The following day was the day of the competition. By the morning, her garden had some bugs and looked like the house was abandoned. It was worth all the work to see EP’s face. Imagine a toddler who just saw his favorite Teddy Bear get ripped to shreds.

We didn’t win the competition but EP came in last and was humiliated. EP knew it was me and tried to get me in trouble but I asked her if she had proof. I also told the whole neighborhood about the situation so the other neighbors began to dislike her. EP never spoke to me again and eventually moved away, maybe because of the humiliation (trust me, rich people care about lawns very much).
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8. Best Friend Steals My Wife? I’ll Expose Everything

“My former best friend and former best friend have been like family to my wife and me for several years, practically ever since we moved in across the street from them.

The four of us were extremely tight. Our kids are the same age as theirs and are all good friends. We were one big family unit. We did dinner together a few times a week. We went on vacations together. I truly saw my former best friend like a brother, and my wife and former best friend were very close too.

Five months ago, I was completely blindsided by the discovery of an affair between my wife and my former best friend. My wife had left her email open on our computer, and I saw an email from her to her longtime therapist saying that my former best friend would be joining her at an upcoming session ‘again.’ Uh, ***? My mind started racing – why in the world would my former best friend be going to her therapy sessions without my knowledge? I did a search and found some other emails to and from the therapist proving that my former best friend had been going to sessions together with her for about six weeks.

I checked our mobile phone account and discovered that, since late summer, they had been exchanging hundreds of texts every day, peaking at nearly 500/day by the holidays. Speaking of the holidays, my wife and I hosted both of our families (parents, siblings, etc) for both Thanksgiving and Christmas dinner, and my former best friend and my former best friend’s wife joined us either for dinner or after dinner on both holidays. Text records showed that the entire time that they were at our house celebrating with our families, my wife, and my former best friend were texting each other across the room.

They were doing that pretty much every time the four of us hung out, for months. And, you know, all day every day just in general. But what bothers me the most is that they were doing it with my former best friend’s wife and me right there.
I confronted my wife with the evidence and she admitted that yes, she and my former best friend had fallen in love. ‘It just happened! I don’t know how! But I love him and I just don’t feel anything for you anymore, I’m sorry!’ They had gone on a school district trip together, something had happened in her hotel room, and things had moved quickly from there.

She explained as I lay face-down on the couch, unable to look at her, that they had already made plans to move out and divorce me and my former best friend’s wife, and while they didn’t plan to move in together immediately because of the kids, they’d probably do so eventually. The meetings with the therapist were supposedly mostly for the purpose of finding a way to break this to me and my former best friend’s wife as gently as possible because they were so very concerned about our well-being (my former best friend’s wife and I are fairly certain that they weren’t planning on telling us about the affair at all, and were simply going to ‘discover’ their feelings for one another several months down the line after they’d come up with some other reason to divorce the two of us).

My wife moved out two months ago. I was, and still am, utterly destroyed. I cry every day. I cried writing the first few paragraphs of this story just now. I worry non-stop about the impact on our kids. But I am also not exactly a shrinking violet when I feel that I’ve been wronged. And in this case, I was, objectively, very very wronged.

So, a couple of years ago, my former best friend ran for a Board of Education seat as a pretty extreme underdog. I helped him with his campaign materials and debate prep, and my wife, a well-known school district employee (this becomes important later), got the word out as best she could.

Much to our surprise, he actually won in a squeaker, by just a few dozen votes.
Being on the Board became the center of my former best friend’s world. He joined every committee that he could. This turned into the foundation of his affair with my wife, as they were constantly going to school events and meetings together on evenings and weekends.
Once I discovered the affair, my thoughts turned pretty quickly to revenge, and it occurred to me that an extramarital affair between a member of the Board of Education and an employee of the school district was at least bad politics and possibly violated district policy.

Making things far worse for them was that my wife was in the running for an open administrative position, and everyone knew that she was more or less guaranteed the job and the major pay raise that came with it. She had just finished her master’s degree in school administration, at the urging of her principal and the superintendent, so that she could be promoted to this specific position.
I had plenty of evidence of the affair – texts from both of them admitting to it, text records showing that they were texting hundreds of times a day, emails to and from the therapist, etc.

I considered simply emailing all of the evidence to the Board and the superintendent but felt like I, as the grieving, betrayed spouse, might not be seen as a credible source. So instead, I invented a fictitious ‘furious friend’ who was planning on showing up to the next Board meeting and publicly shaming the two of them for their affair. I told my wife that I’d tried to talk this person down but couldn’t guarantee that they wouldn’t show up and humiliate them publicly. As I expected, this led my former best friend to conclude that the only option was for him to preemptively admit the affair to the Board.

The superintendent subsequently recommended that my former best friend resign, which he did. My former best friend’s wife said that he was utterly humiliated and crushed, and barely got out of bed for a few days afterward.
Once word of the affair and my former best friend’s resignation started getting around, the superintendent (a longtime friend of both my wife and my former best friend) contacted my wife and tearfully informed her that it was no longer politically appropriate for her to be promoted to an administrative position within the district. The position that had been lined up for her was later filled by an outside candidate.

This sent waves of confusion and rumor throughout the district, as it was pretty well-known that my wife was getting the job. The day after she was informed that she wasn’t getting the promotion, my wife and I, despite our crumbling marriage, took our son out to breakfast together on his birthday, and a parent stopped by our table to congratulate her on her new role. She said thanks, then excused herself to go cry in the bathroom for a while.
I let the dust settle for a couple of weeks, and then, right before my wife moved out, let them in on my little secret – there was never a ‘furious friend’ threatening to expose them in the first place.

Just me.

Word of all of this has gotten around our fairly small town, which my former best friend grew up in and my wife has worked in for nearly 20 years. My wife refuses to talk to me about how things are at work now, but I’ve heard from some people I know in the district that her formerly spotless reputation has taken a major hit. My former best friend, formerly a gregarious social presence in our neighborhood and at events and pubs in town, has completely gone underground and barely emerges to mow his lawn. He’s moving out soon, to a crappy little townhouse which is all he can afford due to all the child support he’s going to have to pay his wife.

My wife and my former best friend claim that they plan on trying to make things work together, despite all the public humiliation. I wish them lots of luck with that. I’m sure it will be a lot of fun to show their faces together in town.” Source
7. Take My Personal Computer? I’ll Take Care Of It Myself

“About two years ago, when I was in 11th grade, my brother who is 4 years older than me gave me his PC that was bought when I was in 10th grade. It had maxed out specs, including two state-of-the-art graphics cards and a killer CPU capable of running most games for the next 4 years or so.

However, in Korea, it is almost a federal crime to do anything other than study when you’re in high school, so my parents didn’t like that I got a ****** computer in my 2nd year of high school. However, since I was an obedient little chicken, I never downloaded any games and promised to keep it that way until I got into college.
That same year at Chuseok, which is a national holiday held in October, my awful cousins (there were 2, one was the same age as me and one was 5 years younger) come to our house, since it is a family gathering and my father is the eldest son.

They were known to throw fits when they didn’t get their way and had a history of breaking glassware and other things in our house which they never paid for. I was and still am an introvert, so I just said hello to my family, ate lunch and went straight to my room to sleep. I made sure to lock my bedroom door since my room was filled with LEGO, snacks and other things (like the PC) I didn’t want my cousins to lay their grubby little hands on.
After about an hour after I fell asleep, I heard laughing noises and immediately felt the rage building up under my skin.

It was the cousins, and they managed to pick the lock on my door using ****** chopsticks. I don’t know how I managed to stay asleep, but apparently, they turned on my PC, downloaded a ton of games I never play and was cranking up the volume to 80%. I sprung out of my bed, and yelled ‘WHAT THE *** ARE YOU DOING IN MY ROOM? I MADE SURE TO LOCK IT’ But they replied with a smug grin that makes me want to punch a wall just by thinking about it, ‘well, you shoulda locked it up good, 2ez4me’ and just kept on playing.

I was livid but didn’t want to cause a scene so I told them to just play games and not download weird crap that screams they are a virus. Fortunately, they just stuck to their games.
However, that was not all. When it was time for them to go, they went to their mom (my aunt) and whispered something into her ears while maintaining eye contact with me. I knew that *** was about to hit the fan. And of course, the following conversation took place:

Aunt: ‘How old are you, steveko35?’

Me: ‘You’re my aunt. I think you’re supposed to know.’

Mom: ‘He’s in 11th grade.’

Aunt: ‘So, you studying hard? She already knew the answer to that, since I was owning her son in terms of academic achievement.’

Me: ‘Yeah.’

A: ‘Sooooo, you wouldn’t have time to play with your computer then?’ (Ahh crap, here we go)
Me: ‘Just because I’m not playing games on it doesn’t mean I’m not using it.

I use it to download PDFs of problems and do homework.’ (She just flat out ignores me)

A: ‘Well, since you’re not using it, can you just give us your computer? POS here really enjoyed it, since our computer is crap.’

…and before I even let out a single word, my mother exclaimed:
Mom: ‘YES, YOU CAN!’

I know that most of you guys would think this is absolute bs on my mother’s part, but my mom still thought that that computer was bringing my grades down, although I stayed among the top 1% in my school all along, and college is a BIG thing here in Korea.

However, despite understanding why my mother wanted to get rid of the PC so badly, I wasn’t having it. I told that family to get out of our house and I will do whatever I want with my PC. However, to my horror, when I came back from the library after studying, I noticed that my PC was gone, replaced by an envelope with ￦100,000(about $100) on my desk. I screamed at my mother for letting her take it, and we pretty much stopped talking for about a month, which was easy to do since I go to school at 7 AM and come back home at 2 AM.

After about a month, I still didn’t forgive her for that, but I was too busy with my studying to care.
After a year, in December of 2018, I was admitted into one of the most prestigious engineering universities in Korea, and my parents officially didn’t care what I did as long as it was legal and sensible until March of the following year when school started. This also meant that I could play whatever games I wanted whenever I wanted. I got plenty of money from my other family members as congrats (but not the aunt’s, surprise surprise), about ￦3,000,000 ($3,000).

I planned to buy a new PC when I saw a Facebook post made by my awful cousin who was the same age as me playing games on MY stolen PC. It was already too late to care, and since I already decided to get a new one, I almost shrugged it off. Almost. Until a brilliant scheme popped into my head.
I went to my mother, phone on voice recording, to ask her to get my PC from them so I could use it (since I got into college). However, my mom said that we already gave it to them, and starting conflicts with family members can be a real pain in the ***.

This was, of course, the answer that I wanted, since I could clearly state in my recording that they took my PC AGAINST my will and practically stole it. My mother admitted to all of the above, unaware I was recording. Then, I started to execute my revenge. Since both my aunt’s and my house had senior high school students in their house, we did not meet in 2018. However, at Christmas, we decided to have a get-together in our AUNT’s house, since Chuseok and Lunar New Year was held at our house. The opportunity was too good to pass up.

My father was planning to go screen golfing with the other men of my family, which meant that he was bringing his golf clubs with him. I sneaked in my aluminum baseball bat in his golf bag a day before going to my aunt’s house. Furthermore, I went to my bank to withdraw ￦100,000 in ￦100 coins and put it in a carry-on luggage case. I put everything in the trunk, and we left for my aunt’s house.
After we arrived, we ate dinner and hung out at aunt’s house. When no one was suspecting, I went into my terrible cousin’s room, and my PC was there.

My revenge was to smash it to bits and pieces with my baseball bat and lay it all out on his bedroom floor just to *** with him. However, a better idea popped into my head. Since my terrible cousin’s room was on the second floor, and he was out on the gravel yard playing with his little brother, I decided to just chuck it out of his room window with all my strength. I opened his window, disconnected all of the wires, and waited for him to see what was about to happen. After about 30 seconds after opening the window, we made eye contact.

He saw the PC in my hands, and he just froze. I did not. I yelled, ‘EFF YOU AND EFF THIS PC’ and threw it out the window. The sound was magnificent. Everyone went out to see what the sound was, and POS was yelling that he’ll kill me. My aunt screamed, and so did his brother. It was a *** show. I came down to see the whole aunt’s family members red with rage (except for aunt’s husband, my uncle who was too drunk to understand what was happening) and started screaming obscenities at me. I didn’t listen to any of the insults, nor did I care what they said about me.

I just wanted to hear one thing, and it soon came out of my aunt’s mouth: ‘We PAID you, why would you do this? This is vandalism!’ I smiled and sent my terrible cousin and my aunt the recording that they took it against my will, and went straight to our family car to take out the carry-on luggage case with 1,000 ￦100 coins and poured it on their living room floor. ‘Here’s your money, good luck finding a PC with that,’ and with that, I just left. I hopped on the subway and went straight home, ignoring all the text messages and phone calls.

After my mom came, she told me that because of me, we would never see them again, and it was all my fault. I didn’t care. However, what surprised me was my father’s reaction. After the rant from my mother, my dad silently came into my room and said, ‘good job.’ I didn’t know it then, but the uncle was also a terrible human being when my father was a kid, and when my grandmother was dying, the only thing he cared about was how much of the money was going to him. I guess being a jerk is a genetic trait lol.

My father also said, ‘He’s a plastic surgeon. He could have bought them a PC of their own, but he didn’t because he is a ****** cheapskate.’ After that, I haven’t seen the uncle since, but we still see my other uncles who are way nicer than my terrible cousins’ father. The reason I’m posting this now is because I just learned that the university that my terrible cousin attends has just filed for bankruptcy for corruption and unpaid debts. Karma’s a ****.” steveko35
6. Roommate And GF From ****? Catch ’em On Camera!

“My roommate met his girlfriend early in the first semester.

Things started out pretty well. It had all the trappings of young love. There were plenty of times when I would come back to the room to find a rubber band on the doorknob of our room, signaling that I should not come in as they were doing the horizontal tango. That was all fine and dandy. I didn’t mind if they asked me to relocate because they wanted some alone time. All good.

However, waking up in the middle of the night to them ******** was not okay. Waking up because I got hit in the face with her underwear was not okay.

Being shown pictures of myself asleep with their underthings arranged on my pillow was not okay. I tried talking to them about this stuff like an adult. I explained to them face to face and in writing that their special naked frolic time, while otherwise 100% fine by me, needed to happen when I wasn’t in the room. Neither of them was willing to have that conversation and any degree of congeniality between my roommate and myself utterly disintegrated.
I finally threw enough of a fit with the residential life staff that Romeo and Juliet took their act elsewhere (namely, the music practice rooms in the art building).

The fall semester went on with a kind of cold war between my roommate and myself. So January rolls around and my roommate takes a January Term course that has him traveling for the month. Yay for peace and quiet. Only not so much.

One morning, as I was hanging out in the room in my birthday suit, having just showered and thoroughly enjoying having the room to myself for the month, the door unlocks and my roommate’s girlfriend walks in. She demands that I get dressed. I demand that she GTFO of my room. Apparently, my roommate gave her his room key and told her she could hang out whenever without talking to me at all.

This did not improve my relationship with my roommate.
Spring midterms roll around. I have a take-home exam for one of my classes that had a time limit. I emailed my roommate and his girlfriend that I needed the room to take my midterm. We agreed on a specific time and day, which wound up being the day the exam was due, four hours before it was to be handed in. The exam was to take three hours. I verbally confirmed that my roommate knew I would be working on my exam at the agreed upon time (mid-afternoon). I expressed willingness for my roommate and his girlfriend to be in the room, they just needed to be quiet enough for me to take my exam.

Needless to say, at this point, I was spending as little time in my room as possible. I wanted to take the exam in my room because if I wanted to use the library, I would have to lug all my course books all the way across campus. And, it was smack in the middle of Spring Rush. My college has a disproportionately large Greek life program, so finding a free table during mandatory study hours for all the wee pledges was like trying to get a Nintendo Switch when they first came out.

So anyway, I get to my room and find a note on the dry erase board, ‘Occupied.

Knock and return in 2 hours. Thanks, Management.’
Nope. I was done. I ‘knocked’ by slamming my boot into the kickplate on the door. I then opened the door to find quite the arrangement.

The first thing I saw was my roommate’s photography set up with lighting arranged at the foot of his bed. My roommate was buck naked, splayed out on the bed with his wrists and ankles tied to the bed frame. His girlfriend was astride him, facing the camera, hands tied behind her back and feet bound to his body, naked as the day she was born.

Double nope. At this point, I completely lost it; so much so that everybody that was hanging around the floor came out to see what had me so upset.

I had the presence of mind to keep the door propped open. To this day, I have no idea how they got into that arrangement, but everyone that stayed around to watch told me it took them a good long while to get out. Revenge part 1, check.
Fast forward to the end of the year. My roommate cleared his stuff out of the room while I was in my last final. During that time, he and his girlfriend trashed the room. They covered the surfaces with bumper stickers. And, apparently, RM had been storing their used condoms in his desk drawer.

It was horrific. But… the Resident Assistant that was checking me out of the dorm room was aware of the ongoing issues with my roommate. And, I just happened to have photographic proof that the stickers weren’t there before, so my roommate got to pay for 100% of the cost for the refinishing of the room and the hazmat cleanup as a consequence for trying to screw me over on room checkout.” ShhhImNotTelling
5. Can’t Do Your Job? I’ll Catch You On A Policy Loophole

“I work in sales, and we work as a ‘team.’ I have an assistant who helps me get leads and set appointments.

Well, this one particular assistant and I did not get along at all. This particular assistant kept going to my boss behind my back to report every little incident, which is really annoying. Part of my role as the senior rep was training, however, this assistant ‘was a former business owner and knew how to do the job and didn’t need no help.’

The appointments the assistant set up had an 80% no-show rate, which is INSANE. In the past, no-shows would be around 25%-30%. Not only that, this assistant would constantly argue and bicker over everything, which was really frustrating to deal with.

This assistant also created their own ‘lead card’ and ‘tracking system’ which completely sucked and crap fell through all the time.
Furthermore, about half of all contact details provided didn’t actually work. But what really irked me the most is this assistant constantly sucked up to my manager about all the ‘great things’ she was doing. My manager was in love with the assistant and kept preventing me from firing the assistant and replacing her.
Now our company had a little known policy, 3 ethics complaints in a 12 month period and you’re fired. Here’s the deal though; for a ‘customer’ to file a complaint they had to go to a specific page on our website.

So very few complaints ever got filled.
One day, I roll in 10 minutes late! My assistant had called my manager to complain that I was late. My boss asked me why I’m late. Keep in mind we didn’t clock in or out, and I often would come in early or stay late. To come in late, once in a while was no big deal, but it was annoying knowing my assistant had a habit of constantly going behind my back and ‘ratting me out’ on top of their crappy production. We are supposed to be a team!

I asked to do a review of the assistant’s leads.

We got 3 leads deep and my assistant huffed and puffed and said the leads belonged to them, not me, and it’s none of my business (actually it is). She then called my boss to complain about my behavior because I was pushing her to complete the lead review.
My boss called me and I straight up told him he needs to give me the authority to fire this assistant or I’m going force his hand. He told me I needed to learn how to work with my assistant.

So I pulled up all of the assistant’s leads and began dialing.
One thing that would justify an ethics complaint is opting in a lead for a call when they didn’t want to be called which I suspected I could find at least 3 instances of.

I called all of the leads and I got 9 people who straight up said, ‘We never intended to be opted in to be given sales calls,’ to which I replied, ‘Oh, I’m really sorry to hear that. We actually have an ethics complaints page for such a situation. Would you like me to forward you the link so you can file a complaint? It would really help us ensure this kind of thing doesn’t happen again.’
Within 48 hours my assistant had gotten 5 ethics complaints.

My boss called me 72 hours later ‘Sting, it’s really strange we’ve gotten a slew of complaints about your assistant.

Did you have any part in this?’ ‘Well, you see, my assistant refused to conduct a lead review with me so I called all their leads for her. On a few occasions, the lead claimed they didn’t intend on providing their information for sales calls, so I simply sent them to the link to file a complaint.” My boss said, ‘Yea, well, now I’m forced to fire the assistant.’ I simply smiled and said, ‘Oh, that’s really unfortunate. I’m so sorry to hear that.’
He confided ‘I guess you won this one. I said ‘Not a problem. I’ll go ahead and post the new job ad.’ My next assistant was MUCH better and way easier to work with.” sting2018
4. Want To Harass Women? We’ll Catcall Your Mom

“A new family moved into a building a few buildings down from ours.

They seemed normal at first. They didn’t interact or socialize with anyone else other than their direct neighbors. Most of the people living in these buildings have been living here for a long time and know each other very well.

The son is a creep. He is about 17-18 years old and harasses women and girls by passing lewd remarks, whistles, and catcalls. He even tries to grope, pushes/elbows, and actually follows girls and women.
He followed and tried to grope a 14-year-old girl who told her mom. Her mom talked to other moms before approaching the son’s mom, and all the moms found out that many of the girls had been at the receiving end of his harassment.

Even women older than him and newlyweds! The remarks he passes are very vulgar and crass, to say the least.

The moms visited the son’s mom to talk about it on Sunday. And guess what she said?
‘Tell your daughters to not dress like *****. What is my son supposed to do? They will get what they deserve. My son is only talking. Keep an eye on your daughters otherwise, other men will do more than just talk.’ YES. SHE SAID THIS. And it goes on. When they told her he was also harassing married women, she said: ‘Ask these newlyweds to keep their **** side for their husbands in their bedroom.’
Needless to say, everyone was pissed.

All the girls got together and sent messages to the son’s college friends and groups on social media about his behavior. But it’s the boys and young adult men (specifying because they are all 18-19 years old) who really got involved and upped the ante on this one!

They immediately started buddying up to the son, congratulating him on getting away with being a ‘hero.’ He certainly felt very proud of it and very full of himself. This is where the revenge party starts.

Some of these guys along with the son are standing near the gate of the son’s building entrance when the son’s mom comes home from work.

As soon as she nears them, all the guys start making remarks about her appearance and her being a woman – her very loudly. Some of those included-
‘Aunty keep your **** side for uncle in your bedroom!’
‘If you walk away, then I’ll have to come with you!’
‘Look back!”

And more.
Most of what they said were words were originally uttered by the son and his mom in the first place. The son was mortified and angry but couldn’t do more than cuss them and leave because they were about 4-5 guys.

This continues in the morning when she leaves for work, in the evening when she returns and whenever someone comes across her when she is out for whatever reason.

She has received comments on the way she dresses, the way she walks, the time she comes home, etc. All of this is done in front of her son and whenever he objects, he is told to keep his ****** mom in check because the guys are only talking, what else are they supposed to do?
Finally, the son broke down and cried yesterday but didn’t apologize. He just called the girls and guys names and left. His mom tried to approach the parents of the boys and to her dismay found that most of the boys were brothers or neighbors to the girls whom her son had harassed.

Quite a few moms also told her to not be ****** as it was a bad influence on their sons. One awesome Dad shut the door on her face saying he doesn’t talk to women who cannot parent their children. I live in India. It’s a crime to catcall or harass women even though complaints aren’t made about it all the time.” Lady__stoneheart
3. This Is Why You Don’t Mess With Grannies And Their Gardens

“This is a story from the distant past when I was a kid. Early 80s Australia. My family lived in suburban Townsville then. We had a fairly tight-knit community on our street and all generally got along well.

Our neighbor on the right side was a lovely old lady, I have no idea what her name was but us kids all called her Gran. She was a tough old bird, lived in the bush all her life and had a real no-nonsense attitude.

On our left side was a block of two flats with tenants that seemed to come and go all the time. At this particular time, there was a middle-aged woman and her two kids. This woman as I recall was a bit of a **** and had a real better-than-you attitude. No idea what her name was but we will refer to her as Karen because it fits.

Now Gran loved her garden and was always working in it. She grew beautiful flowers. Her garden was always kept in perfect condition and was essentially what kept her going in her old age. The local kids were welcome in her garden just as long as we did not make a mess.
Karen, on the other hand, loved her dog. It was some poodle cross thing and an ugly mutt in my opinion. Unlike the rest of our dogs, it was not allowed to roam the streets and play with the kids but was kept inside except for the daily walk each morning on a leash.

One morning we heard sounds of an argument coming from Gran’s front yard. Apparently, Karen had decided to help herself to some of Gran’s flowers while walking the dog. When told off by Gran, she then decided to insult Gran’s garden, which was a very bad mistake! So the two exchanged words before Karen walked off.

We thought that was that until Gran started to find dog s*it in her yard every day. Every day. As most of our dogs roamed the street she could not say it was happening deliberately. Just that it was strange that ALL the dogs had avoided the place until now.

Then we find out that Karen has changed her routine and was walking her dog at dawn each day (my Dad spotted her as he was going to work) and of course Karen was using the opportunity to have her dog take a dump on Gran’s lawn.
When Gran found out, she was furious! I was at school at the time so I did not see it but Mum recounted the events. Apparently, Gran had taken a garden trowel of dog *** and gone over to Karen’s door where she had told Karen that she would ‘rub your face in the next dog *** I see on my lawn!’ Karen responded with a tirade of abuse and then slammed the door before Gran threw the *** at her.

So the stage is set… On to act 2.

Scene: Early Saturday morning.

We were woken by screams at daybreak. It sounded like there was an almighty fight happening at Gran’s place. All the neighbors rushed out to the most amazing scene ever. In Gran’s front yard, on the lawn, lay Karen face down with Gran perched astride her back. One hand on the back of Karen’s neck and the other hand with a firm grip on Karen’s hair as she rubbed her face back and forth through a nice fresh dog poop! Karen was screaming ****** murder between gasping for breath and spitting out grass and poop.

Gran was shouting, ‘I WARNED YOU! I ****** WARNED YOU, YOU STUPID ****!’
So it turns out the cunning old girl knew Karen was too stupid to take a warning so she had got up early to could lay in, wait and then ambushed Karen in the garden. Karen was never the same again, she moved out in less than a week.

The best laugh I think I have ever had! NEVER mess with the grannies folks!!!” Kookabanus
2. Fire Me For Now Reason? Ok No Problem, Buddy

“I had taken over running a small development team of 9 for a relatively big company. We were there for basic, quick little bits of software that wouldn’t make sense to outsource (web apps that quiz employees on policy, fancy interactive projects to show off at conferences or just an extra pretty powerpoint, etc).

The guy I took over from ran the team like we lived in the 1980s, so I brought us into the modern age and surprise surprise, within a few weeks our team was finishing projects left, right and center. Everything was going great, my coworkers could take smoke breaks and listen to music, our internal clients were kept up to date with their projects and my boss thought I was some kind of software prodigy as productivity had gone through the roof. Honestly, this was more indicative of how bad it was before rather than anything I did.
Then comes Richard. Now you know Richard, you probably have a Richard at your office.

They’ve been there too long to fire and delight in slapping people in the face with their seniority, regardless of whether or not they have anything to do with you.

First, he sends us a project and marks it Critical, as in ‘Everyone stop what your doing know this needs to be done yesterday.’ I politely send him a message and ask him if I can move it down to medium priority as there was little to no time limit and we had other projects to deal with. He replies, ‘No, it needs to be done now. Get to it.’ I’d like to remind everyone that he is not my boss and has no authority over me or my team.

So I CC my boss and the other department heads who we had projects for at the time. ‘Hi all, hope you’re enjoying your day. Richard has asked me to work on this project for his department, however, he wants it to be done now which would delay your projects. Would that be ok with everyone?’ Turns out that’s a no and I downgrade his project.
A week or two later I check our task management software system and notice Shia (fantastic programmer, great person) was falling a bit behind. I go to ask her what’s up and she looks like she’s about to have a panic attack.

I ask her what’s wrong and it turns out Richard had threatened TO FIRE HER if she didn’t start working on his project immediately. I calm her down, let her take a break, tell her to start working on her regular projects and to send Richard to me if he gets uppity. I then fire off an email to Richard and my boss reminding him that:
1. Any threats of termination need to go through me and HR first

2. Who works on what projects and when is determined by our schedule and myself

3. If a project’s deadline is moved up I should be informed directly not via my team

Turns out Richard is infamous for making threats like this but because nobody took them seriously, I was the first to remind him he had no authority over other departments.

I didn’t find out until later, but apparently, he had a meltdown at the boss about how incredibly disrespectful I was. He tried to file a formal complaint but it was rejected because doing my job properly isn’t actually a problem. Who knew?
Around this time, I accepted a better job and was going to put in my notice. But I wanted to wait until after our latest project (let’s call it the Ninja Report) was done as it was a big deal for my team. This Ninja report was part of a presentation by a company big wig (boss’ boss’ boss) and was marked critical so all of us were working hard to make sure we did a good job and got it in on time.

Now finally we get to the revenge part.
I’m plugging in a switch under the desk when someone taps me hard on the shoulder, ‘Just a minute mate,’ I say. I stand up and stare directly into the red face of Richard, erect with fury and ready to expel his rage all over the office. ‘I’M NOT YOUR MATE, YOU NEED TO LEARN YOUR PLACE IN THIS COMPANY BLAH BLAH BLAH.’ As this grown man is screaming at me in full view of my team it suddenly dawns on me that I get severance, have another job lined up and really have no reason to deal with this.

‘I WANT MY PROJECT DONE NOW!!!!!’ he continues to yell. Now I could’ve told him about the Ninja Report, I could’ve said a lot of things but I just smiled, looked him in the eyes and said, ‘As long as I’m working here the schedule isn’t changing.’ Predictably Richard responds, ‘THEN YOU’RE FIRED.’ I grab my things and leave. As I’m leaving, one of my team comes up looking like a deer in the headlights and asks what they should do. Easy, ‘First I want everyone except you to stop working on the Ninja Report, second at the end of the day send an email to the boss and the bigwig, let them know what happened, and explain that the Ninja Report is going to be a week late.

See you all for drinks on Friday!’
I wake up bleary eyed the next day to a call.

Me: ‘Hello?’

Boss: ‘Hi look I’m sorry about what Richard said. He doesn’t actually have the authority to fire you and the Ninja Report can’t be late, we need to fix this!’

Me: ‘Ohh I’m sorry I’ve actually accepted another job, but don’t worry I figured this would happen. I asked one of my team to work on it privately. If they start working on the Ninja Report again should be able to get it done on time.’

My boss tries to get me to come back but I made it clear that wasn’t going to happen.

Recommended one of my team take my job and thank him for the opportunity. He’s pretty cool about it, confirms I’ll be getting severance and tells me I can use him as a reference.
Friday drinks roll around and we have a lot to celebrate. The Ninj Report was done on time and given everything that happened, it made my team look great. I got a new job, my teammate got a promotion and the big wig was really eager to learn why his subordinate’s subordinate’s subordinate fired the lead of the team he picked himself and nearly tanked the project. I’m proud to report that the office is now 100% Richard free.” TidyNeatThrowaway
1. Do ***** And Lie About It? Pay Up

“Not me but my mom. For some backstory, my mom was a PA in neurosurgery and her second husband was an anesthesiologist in his residence, so ***** were a HUGE no-no.

Anyway, he choked her out because she was pretty much done with his bullcrap. She had severe tendinitis in her wrists/hands and feet and she was barely able to walk and eat, and he wouldn’t help out around the house. They lived on 2 acres in the countryside with 6 chickens, 3 digs, a pot bellied pig, and 4 ducks. She managed the entire place and 3 kids all by herself and he wouldn’t lift a finger. He would just come home from clinical rotations and do all kinds of *****. Whatever he could get his hands on. Soon his antics became so heavy and frequent that it actually began to affect the animals (mostly the smoke) and the animals would get high and do stupid crap that would get them really sick.

So my mom confronted him about it. Their somewhat civilized ‘raised voice’ arguments turned into full-blown screaming matches that resulted in busted open window and doors when my mom found out he was smoking pot in excess around me.
I can’t handle smoke very well. At all. He would smoke it on the front porch with the window open while I was playing video games inside, and he smoked to the point where I would faint while playing. My brother told me this, and he knew it was that because I would be playing dark souls or some crap and I would just flat out pass out and hit my head on the table in front of me.

This would be a nightly occurrence and my mom didn’t see it as a problem until I was passed out for 12 hours, which is when my brother told her. I ended up leaving (this will be important later) to live with my grandma because fainting instead of actually falling asleep was really painful and the screaming matches between my mom and stepdad only got worse.
Fast forward a few months, when my mom came down for Christmas, and I kid you not, she looked terrible. She shaved her head before she came, she looked really pale, and she was thin to the point of fitting in my clothes (I’m really short and petite; 5′ 3” and pretty muscle-y, compared to my mother being 5′ 11 and ripped from the heavy lifting around the home).

Her carpal tunnel and tendinitis had gotten better, so she could eat, walk and do stuff, but she was clearly in pain.
On New Years, I ended up pouring her a shot of vodka (she usually had one right when the ball dropped), but this time she immediately swigged it down and took me into the bathroom where she just unloaded. She told me that his antics only got worse and worse and he ended up snapping at the kids really bad, bringing his friends over and almost lighting the barn on fire WITH THE PIG INSIDE. He sold her chickens while he was high (we REALLY loved those chickens), and that he’d spend most of his paychecks on *****.

Eventually, she rambled on saying that she was just tired of being treated like a slave, tired of fighting, and she just wanted to go back to the way things were while he was in med school. I told her straight up to get a divorce if she wasn’t happy and to move back to the country but she told me that the kids should have their dad and they didn’t want them to end up like me: emotionally scarred from custody transfers and separation.
My biological dad was a convicted ****** – we don’t know if he actually did that to someone – who had a drug lab in his basement, was basically a prostitute, would physically and emotionally abuse me, and would suck my mom’s money dry for *****.

My mom knew that my dad was beyond saving, but she truly cared about my stepdad and wanted to rebuild their relationship.

Fast forward a few weeks and I had found out that my stepdad was stealing pain medication, local anesthesia, and NARCOTICS from the hospital and getting high off them. She threatened to report him to his residency program and he began choking her until he broke her hyoid bone. My brother saw this entire thing go down and he called 9-1-1.
She immediately needed surgery, and after that, she filed a restraining order and left to the previous house they still owned.

Soon each of them found a lawyer, and my stepdad (with some help from his wealthy family) was planning on taking my two younger siblings from my mom. She found out when she was drunk and scrolling through his phone and that was the last straw before she filed for divorce.
Because of his wealthy and pathological lying family, the case looked like my mother’s loss. They denied all of her claims, saying that my mom was crazy and bipolar (she is mentally ill, having anxiety and depression, but she is by no means insane. She was just explosive when angry, mostly because her parents were).

They also claimed she didn’t take her meds (not true), and that she was neglectful to her children, which is why I left (also not true. I left because she and my stepdad were constantly fighting to the point where windows and doors were broken down and I couldn’t take it). And they claimed that she was a lazy, jobless slob (also not true. Like I said she was a neurosurgery PA. They earn a 95k salary. She had to quit her job because they were cutting her hours and in the state they moved to, PA’s couldn’t prescribe medication, so basically she could only work in the OR, but they have 12-hour shifts and my mom has 2 kids who need to be taken care of).

But what my stepdad neglected to mention was that he DID steal those narcotics from the hospital; in fact he actually DENIED IT. And when he was on the phone with the attorney, he accidentally let it slip out that he met with the narcotics police (basically he got busted), and her reaction was, ‘wow…so she wasn’t lying.’
And that basically unfolded into finding the original documents to the ones edited by my stepdad’s family and it became an open and shut case. My mom had full custody, and 60% of the money as well as the antique BMW from the 60s (she was very adamant about that one).

My mom is the kind of person who will put white vinegar in your wine for fun, so she decided to report his RESIDENCY. At first, they said that they’d look into it, but they ended up not getting back to her. She ends up talking to an advisor and LO AND BEHOLD, not 1, not 2, but 5 people actually got kicked out for ***** and if another one got kicked out, they’d be forced to shut it down. So then my mom decides to get the divorce and restraining order into the mix, and the whole slew of things that came with it, and since it basically violated the Hippocratic Oath and well – the LAW – he wasn’t really that trustworthy of a doctor anymore and they kicked him out in the interest of patients and subsequently shut the ENTIRE program down.

On top of that, she made sure that it stayed on his permanent record, completely disabling him from ever reapplying to a new residency program. She then went the extra mile to get the dog to piss in his house while he was on vacation in Las Vegas, charge his credit card to pay the mortgage until she found a new job in neonatology, get the kids to completely ghost him, and she did a break and entry (the door was unlocked) and took the ps4, Nintendo switch, the Wi-Fi and some furniture (she also sold his Gucci clothes on E-bay!).

Later on, about a year later, my mom finds out that the family is trying to file a lawsuit and sue her for $50,000. They take the claims to court, but then my mom busts out the case from way back then (along with some medical documents pertaining to said case, like her carpal tunnel and tendinitis) and she turns up the dial to the maximum amount a doctor (my stepdad’s father was a plastic surgeon) can be sued for in that particular state – which is $200,000.
The lawsuit goes on for about 6 months and then my mom one day hits me up and says that she got 200k in her pocket and she ended up putting that into a bank account and is beginning to help me pay for college and if she has enough, med school.

I’ve always loved medicine and this whole thing has never changed my view of it. Personally, I’d like to do college by myself, but I’m gonna need help in med school because by my second year I’ll be 100k in debt!
My mom is now a happy and single lady, still rocking the short hair and is extremely successful. She cut off contact with my stepdad, so I don’t know how he’s doing, and frankly, I don’t really care. So yeah, don’t get with drug addicts, especially if they’re in the medical field and my mom is a vengeful **** and I love her.” Mentrual_Rage

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