People Share The Most Entertaining Revenge They’ve Ever Encountered

As much as I hate to say it, some people deserve the bad things that are coming for them. That might sound brutal, but for some folks, it isn’t until they receive consequences for their actions that they begin to learn that their behavior is wrong. Consequences are what help make people better humans.

For example, if a child isn’t taught not to inflict violence on their sibling whenever they get in a little scuffle, they may learn that taking violence on other people, such as their future boss or spouse, when they’re upset is okay. A child with violent tendencies, thus, should be punished or sternly talked to so that they learn that their behavior is uncalled for.

But sometimes even adults act out and try to get away with it. Adults are capable of going behind loved ones’ backs, bullying their coworkers, taking advantage of someone else’s emotions, and taking credit for another person’s work. Of course, there’s always the beautiful possibility that someone will get back at them for their awful actions, and below, that’s exactly what happens.

15. Cheat On Me? I’ll Encourage Your New Man To Cheat On You

“So, I had planned to go on a date with my then-girlfriend (Hannah).

I had been saving up to do something super special with her. It would start off with a movie, then lunch at a fancy restaurant, then go for a jewelry fitting to get some sterling silver lock chains made, and then end the day, dinner at my parents’ house to introduce her to the family.

On the day of the date, she called to cancel saying her aunt had died.

I was disappointed but also felt sorry for her and knew it was a tough time for her family. I then decided to go out and look for something to do. I went to the cinema alone. Now as I was waiting to get my ticket, guess who I see wrapped in some other dude’s hands giggling and smooching. It was the devil’s toenail herself: my girlfriend.

Big smile, dressed all ****, and joking around.

Unless her aunt’s funeral was being held while watching Ironman 1, unless they wore butt-riders and crop tops at funerals in their family, and unless they greeted each other with kisses and giggles, it was obvious the witch was cheating on me. I was soooooo mad.

I stared at her for a while feeling like the Hulk but looking more like an infuriated, tiny kitten.

But then I figured causing drama will just cause more embarrassment for me, and truth be told, I could tell by the size of the dude, he could easily whoop my butt. I walked up to them casually and greeted the demon and her boy toy. The panicked look on her face was priceless. For a minute, I was worried she might just pass out.

There was silence for something like eight weeks. (Well, it felt like eight weeks, but it was more like eight seconds.)

Figuring she had lost her speaking ability, I went ahead and introduced myself to her boy toy as an old friend of hers. He smiled and extended his hand. I just casually told them it was nice to see them. I started to walk away, but after a few steps, I heard a voice inside of me say to me, “You are such a wussie, so you just gonna let her walk all over you like that?” I turned around and returned to them and asked the dude if he was a fan of video games.

He agreed enthusiastically. I then continued to ask him if he wanted to swap phone numbers, and we could link up and play FIFA some time.

We swapped numbers, and I left them. I didn’t bother to go watch the movie. I walked home with my heart in pieces but my mind busy calculating her demise and the levels of pettiness I would unleash upon her.

The following day, the dude sent a text, and after a few messages, he was at my house, and we were playing FIFA. Careful probing of information from him, he revealed that he and that spawn of Judas had been dating for months. I thought of telling him that I had been dating her too, but I got lost in playing the game, and before you know it, I discovered the dude was a decent person.

We played games, and he stayed for dinner with my family and drove home after.

We hung out more as the days went by and became good friends. All this while he didn’t know the creature he was dating was my ex, and she didn’t tell him despite knowing I was hanging out with him. Ladies and gentlemen, this was the best revenge ever.

For weeks, she was always on her toes anticipating I am going to tell him. Each time he would appear moody, she would assume it’s because I told him and become hysterical asking him to tell her what’s wrong. She began making up conspiracy theories like assuming her boyfriend knows the truth and that he was only dating her so that he can hurt her later.

She tip-toed around me and was being super nice to me. But I wasn’t done with her yet. There was the next phase of vengeance. I introduced one of her friends (Sheila) to the dude. Sheila didn’t know the dude was dating Hannah. Before you know it, Sheila and the dude are hitting it off, and they start dating behind Hannah’s back.

Yes, the dude was now cheating. Someone in my shoes would have made sure Hannah found out, but I didn’t. I was now John Kramer a.k.a. the Jigsaw in this game.

So, Sheila and the dude hit it off deeply. They became inseparable. The dude caught serious feelings for Sheila. He confessed to me and asked what he should do. Being a good friend, I told him to follow his heart.

He went and told Hannah she should move on because she had changed and was suddenly acting weird.

Yes, people, Hannah’s paranoia about me hanging with her boyfriend had turned her into a psycho. She asked the dude if he was dumping her because of me. He asked her why he would do that though, and it hit her that he didn’t know.

He was actually dumping her because he had found someone else, her friend.

Years down the line, the dude is actually my best friend, and he still with Sheila. The finale was when Hannah bumped into me, my new girlfriend, the dude, and his fiancee Sheila on a double date. The look she had was priceless.” Ali Moyo

14. Boss Stole My Work To Get A Promotion And Got Me Fired, So I Taught Him A Lesson

“I was working in a finance company last year.

One day, I propose to my manager that since I have a computer programming background, I know that for that manual job XYZ, automation can be done using some new tech, and it’ll reduce 500 man-hours per week. He also has some tech background, so he says it hasn’t been done because it can’t be done and behaved with condescension.

I, being bullheaded and with **** to prove (and a resume to build), developed it on my own, in my own time, on my home computer, then compiled it into a binary (single executable file without code) and gave it to him.

He got permission from the IT department to run it on his computer and was utterly sure that it wouldn’t work, and he would get to laugh at me, but it did work.

Even though the software works, the idiot manager took it as an insult somehow and banned me from using it, giving some inane reason that doing it manually was much more effective, which was a bummer because it was working beautifully.

Fast forward a quarter or so, my manager was hard-pressed for some brownie points during the appraisal, so in “examples of showing initiative,” he used my software but without mentioning me. Some super senior managers took notice and gave him a promotion and a raise.

Now instead of being a sensible guy and coming clean to get code from me, he calls me in his cabin, behaves rudely, and says that I need to submit the code for that software.

I asked him why. “You had said we won’t be using it?” He’s like, “Either you submit the code, or you’ll be fired.”

I was already fed up with being treated like **** by this ***stain* just because he was somehow jealous. So, I said, “**** off. I won’t submit the code. I know enough law to know that you can’t sue me, and I resign.”

I came to know later through my colleagues that this is what he must’ve wanted so that he could take the entire credit himself without dispute.

Little did he know, there was a malicious code module hidden in that executable file, which checked for a 1 or 0 on a remote GitHub repository every time it was run. If 1 or no network, it’d do everything as required, but if a 0 is received, that’s emergency signal.

I added that little code because his behavior was very ***y ****************to begin with, and I didn’t trust him.

I was planning to remove it after its official implementation, which never happened. So, I went ahead and changed that 1 to 0 after I was fired to ensure no one used it without my permission.

Although he couldn’t get the code, he did have the executable file, and I was also not in the company anymore, so in his arrogance, he called a meeting with his boss, his colleagues, and my whole team to show them a demo of this awesome software “he had made.” (He was using it on his laptop every day without my knowledge.)

But today the 1 was 0, so as soon as he pressed enter, nothing happened.

He pressed enter again, nada.

Suddenly his laptop was frozen, and nothing was working anymore.

It took him a while to realize something fishy was going on and then he took out the laptop battery to switch it off. By then, all the Word, Excel, and PowerPoint files were encrypted, and the executable had erased itself out of existence.

I used the same code (without the malicious module) to get a better job at another company where I’m much more appreciated, and the job is also fun, and now I’m cozily working from my home.

My previous colleagues of that ***y company keep telling me that they are being forced to go to the office. So, somehow, it was the best decision I had made accidentally.

That idiot boss’s promotion and raise got canceled because he couldn’t produce what he promised. He also got reprimanded for losing a lot of important company data, which he attributed to some unknown virus, which wasn’t believable because no one’s allowed to put anything on those office laptops without security clearance from the IT department.

He called me one night, drunk, angry, threatening me that he knows what I did. I feigned ignorance and quoted something like, “*** happens to ***y people” and blocked his number.

But I had to tell someone about this flawless victory over stupid, without being implicated, so here it is.” Unhappy_Taste

13. Bully My Kid? I’ll Get Your Mom To Divorce Your Dad

“My kid (6, female) before lockdown went to school and always came back crying or with something missing, and whenever I would ask her what was wrong, she’d run to her room and say it was nothing, but after me and my wife pressured to see what was wrong, she then opened up and said a grade 5 student was bullying her.

Well, this kid was the son of the vice-principal, so he was well known, and usually, no one could lay a finger on him, but I couldn’t sit and do anything while my kid cried, so I devised a plan.

I wouldn’t say I’m pals with the vice-principal, but we would usually meet at barbecues, so we would usually say hello. Well, one time, we met up and went for drinks.

Well, what comes after is a bit disastrous, but this is pro revenge after all.

When we went for drinks, he became very smashed and threw up a good amount of times, and well, he rambled something so amazing.

Him: ‘Thanks to me going to other schools, I got to meet a lot of great women.’

His talking was a bit slurred, but that’s what he roughly said.

Well, after him saying this, I started asking more and more questions, and he started saying how he slept with so many and how none were like his wife (who I feel a bit bad for).

After this, I ask if we should walk to the strip club and drink more (and honestly, I was a bit tipsy).

After we got there, he started to woo everyone who walked past him, even men.

After a while of more drinking, we went and got strippers, and, well, one thing led to another, and he asked me if I wanted to get a prostitute, and I declined, and, well, the next morning, he called me telling me what he did and him panicking and crying while I had a huge grin on my face. NOTE: this was about 5 in the morning.

Well, I told him not to worry, and this is where things get a bit weird.

Well, after he called me, I waited about an hour knowing the call girl’s place and called them to find out the woman who slept with him, and eventually, they found her, and, well, I paid her about $350 to go to the school board and say what he had done because what he did do would get him demoted or fired, and, well, the latter happened.

After we got our plan straight, she went to the board and said what happened, and shortly after, he got fired out of work conduct I think.

And, well, his wife is going to divorce him, and I think right now, he is with parents.” dolphinprojectile

12. I Got Fired Without A Valid Reason And Sued The Company In Court

“First up, some backstory…

During my gap year between studies, I decided to work for Company N.

Company N was run by a husband (Dave) and wife (Karen) with their son and basically treated their staff as a small family.

All was well for about 2 months until I realized I had to ask for a day off since I wanted to attend the last Slayer concert the band would hold in my country. There was about a month to go, so I sent an email asking for the day off and explained why.

This is where everything started to go downhill.

I got a reply from the Karen, and her reply was… weird. She stated that that’s not how asking for a day off works. I was confused to say the least. Not sure what to do, I thought she wanted a more formal way of asking, so I wrote a formal email asking for the day off.

She shot an email back saying that I really had to think it through what I was doing, which made even less sense to me! But I was hopeful since I never really got a specific “no.”

The next workday rolls around. I arrived, locked up my bike, and headed inside ready for work. I immediately started looking for Dave to ask for answers.

Before I could even open my mouth, he asked me, “Do you still want to go to that concert?” I didn’t expect him to ask this, so I quickly answered, “Yes.” The only thing he said back was, “Okay, take off your vest, and you can go home.” I was stunned, And while the words started to sink in, I looked at my colleagues who were just preparing for the opening.

When it finally sank in, anger flowed in. I am not a confrontational person, so I simply took off my vest and gave it to Dave. Without a word, I left and started biking home.

When I got back home, I told my mother what happened. We started sending emails for extra information and got very Karen-like emails back. After a couple of emails that went basically nowhere, I looked up the laws for immediate dismissal.

After reading up about it, I learned that (in my country) somebody can only be immediately fired when: caught stealing, frauding, if the person isn’t able to do the work, or if they refuse to do the work. I did neither of these.

A day or two later, I met with my attorney and began the steps to sue Company N. I told my lawyer what happened in detail, and he was very confident I was in the right, and she was not.

So, after trading even more emails between the three of us, we went to small claims. I came prepared in a suit with my attorney in tow. And Karen showed up… alone. I guess she assumed she won because she thought she was in the right.

The trial began, and I was as professional and objective as I could be. Karen did the same.

Well, for about half of the trial… until she realized that the evidence was piling up against her. She resorted to calling me a spoiled brat among other things I don’t know the English translation for. I’m safe to say that, that was the point the judge ruled in my favor.

As per usual, I had to wait a month before I got the verdict black on white in the mail, but I won! It may have taken about 6 months from the moment I was told to go home to the point those 6 months of pay were transferred to my bank account.

But it was 100% worth it!

In the end, I went to the concert. It was the most awesome and most profitable concert I have ever been to in my life!” Vicodingh

11. Threaten To Either Fire Us Or Cut Our Pay? We’ll Conduct A Mass Walk-Out

“Back in the early 2000s, I worked for a tech company that offered tech support, on-site support, and training to organizations who either didn’t want specialized IT staff or could benefit from outsourcing.

The company consisted of the three directors: a sales department, a finance/HR department, and a tech department. The tech department was further split with a senior manager, 4 team managers, and each team having 2 section managers. For call-center support (where I worked), we had 2 team leaders, 2 senior engineers, 2 “normal” engineers, and 2 juniors. I was a standard engineer, earning $27,000 for a job that was worth at least $6,200 more outside of the low price area we all lived in.

It was 2006, and I’m still stuck in this job on the same pay. The conditions are worse than before with no overtime, no flexitime, no financial compensation for industry qualifications, shortened breaks, and no pay raise since I started. To make matters worse, they sold part of the land that the office was on to a developer, and on-site car parking was now for management only.

We had to either pay to use the nearby council car park or risk parking on the street. Morale was low, but despite bad pay, it was still good for the area we lived in.

One Friday in July (think it was the 21st), one of the senior engineers finds a document that he shares around the private chat app. It’s a restructuring plan that the board voted on last week.

Apparently, this had to be made available for the company for 3 months before any changes to terms and conditions could be made, so the board gave it a generic filename and tried to bury it in the large staff shared area of the network.

One of the directors was selling his shares and moving on, having been headhunted by a large recruitment firm in a nearby city.

The two remaining directors had managed to buy most of her shares with a small quantity going outside the company. This was the company response.

Most of the document was a typical downsize/restructure package with a twist. A few team mergers, staff reductions, and pay cuts spun as if to say that they needed to maximize their profits to put the lost money back into the company.

In October, a new contract would be released for all to sign and was generic. In November, the restructure would be announced, and by January 1st, the new structure would be in place. The directors noted that the new contract needed to include clauses for non-competition and for soliciting customers as these didn’t exist except for the sales staff.

It also mapped current positions to their new ones and what the new salary would be.

I would be down by $6,200 a year, but the twist was that anyone with the word “manager” in their title would have their pay increased drastically – the team managers pay jumped from $63,000 to $81,000, for example. By the end of the day, everyone under the rank of team leader had seen this document and was not happy.

Over the weekend, I got a text message from one of the senior engineers inviting me to a BBQ at his house.

When I got there, most of the tech staff was there, and during the afternoon, we formulated a battle plan.

Our Revenge.

Monday, July 24, 8 AM.

26 people in the tech team arrived for work as normal, each with a letter for the senior manager giving their 1-month notice, and all quoting the clause in their contract that states that members of the technical team with access to confidential company information must be off-site and on “gardening leave” the same day as they hand in their notice.

No exceptions will be given.

Gardening leave is a term used to say that we still work for the company, have handed in our notice to quit, but can’t remain on-site or using company resources so must wait out the remainder of the notice at home. We can’t start a new job within that period.

The net effect was that at 9:30 AM, the director realized that his entire tech staff had quit and marched to the office floor and started harassing one of the seniors.

The senior simply stood, took off his ID badge and swipe card, handed it to the director, and told him, “I’ve already quit. This is me now sticking to my contract.”

On cue, most of the staff followed, with 1 member staying until lunchtime. From what I’ve been told, directors, senior managers, anyone they could get hold of were on the phones attempting to fix issues.

The unsolved open queue went from around 35 to nearly 100 by lunchtime, and naturally, the blame was left firmly at the door of those who quit. We were even bad-mouthed to customers.

The day after our notice period expired, the senior engineer welcomed 25 new staff to his new company and had already taken ten large contracts from the place we used to work for.

We all had better pay (not much, but it was better than losing pay) and much better conditions with an actual career track rather than the whim of the managers.

The old company tried to keep afloat for a year but were losing money on every contract and couldn’t afford to employ skilled or experienced people. They closed down in June of 2007 with the owners having to sell personal assets to pay debts, and the 2 remaining directors declaring personal bankruptcy too.

I left the new company in 2010 as the market had changed, and more companies were hiring staff than outsourcing, so contracts were harder to find, and I also had some minor medical issues that meant I needed to be near home. The new company is still going strong though, having geared more towards web design and development than anything else these days.” Large-Meat-Feast

10. I Taught The CEO Of A Company A Valuable Lesson

And one that he’ll hopefully never forget.

“I once got revenge on the CEO of a company for which I used to be employed. I didn’t cause him any of the detriment that he caused me. Instead, I was given the opportunity to teach him a very valuable lesson.

Here’s the story:

I was 16 and was given the opportunity to work at the grocery store in the small town where I lived.

It was basically the only place for a teenager to work in town, so I was lucky to have the job. I never worked past 10:30 PM, and my boss made sure my work didn’t interfere with my school activities, and the work made me happy. In the beginning, my duties included stocking shelves at night and cleaning the entire store.

My boss quickly recognized and rewarded my hard work with more responsibilities. I went from stock boy/cleaner, to cashier, to evening manager (once I graduated high school). My duties as the evening manager included running the store at night, reconciling sales, taking deposits to the bank, and locking up after work. I had a great relationship with my store manager and the regional manager over our area of stores.

The store was one of a few dozen in a chain started by the owner of an oil company as a way to distribute his gasoline. The employees held high regard for the owner. In the few times he visited the store, he was kind and thanked us for our work. He was working toward his retirement, and his son-in-law was transitioning into the CEO role.

As many teenagers in the 90s did, I grew out my hair. As my hair was growing longer, my regional manager asked me kindly to keep my hair out of my eyes (either in a store cap or in a ponytail). There were no rules for appearance in the small company, but he wanted me to be as professional and approachable as possible since I was in a position of management.

I was happy to oblige.

In the late 90s, the store was being remodeled, and ownership and C-level folks in the company were coming around more often. Evidently, one of the ‘good-ole’ boy higher-ups in the company didn’t like my appearance and said something about it to my regional manager. I was a valued employee, and my regional manager made it clear that my appearance was not an issue.

He reminded him that there were no rules against my long hair in the company guidelines. Nevertheless, my regional manager made me aware of the situation and warned me that this higher-up might be around again and to be on my toes if he said something.

A couple of weeks later, this ‘good-ole’ boy came back to the store with some paperwork to deliver to the store manager.

I had been instructed ahead of time to take the paperwork on her behalf, but she did not know who would be delivering it. I had just cut off my long hair days before and pierced both ears. The same guy-with-long-hair-hating guy walked up to the counter where I was checking groceries and asked for the manager. I told him that I was the manager on duty, and I was expecting some paperwork to be delivered.

I don’t remember the exact words, but they were something like:

“You couldn’t be in charge. Our company would never put someone that looked like you in charge.”

I was completely caught off-guard. I asked him what he meant.

He said that I looked like a girl with my ears pierced and that there’s no place for that here. He said that I had to take off the earrings.

I respectfully defended myself. I told him that there were no rules established for appearance. I had been a model employee for several years and was entrusted with the store every evening that I worked.

He reprimanded me in front of some of our regular customers for talking back to him. He left the paperwork and walked out of the store. I saw him pull out his cell phone to make a call as he was leaving.

It was only a few minutes later when my regional manager called the store to talk with me. He wanted to hear my side of the story. He apologized but told me this guy was hell-bent on making an issue of my appearance.

A week went by, and I saw that I was scheduled for a Saturday morning. That was unusual since I was the night manager.

I arrived for work, and the regional manager was there. He talked with me in the office and told me how sorry he was to have to let me go. I asked on what grounds. He replied with insubordination.

I was at a loss. Even to this day, I’ve never been so much as “written up” at any place of employment. I told my regional manager that I was going to fight this.

He even did me the courtesy of writing the number down for the EEOC (Equal Employment Opportunity Commission) from the poster in the office.

I went home (which was with my parents as I was home from college for the summer) and explained to my dad what was happening. He didn’t really want me to pursue the EEOC thing, but I was determined to stand up for myself against the ‘good-ole’ boy corporate bully.

After speaking with someone at the EEOC office, she believed I had a case for wrongful termination. They offered to see me that afternoon.

Before driving to Dallas to meet with someone about my case, I decided to give the company a chance to rescind the firing. I really liked my job. I loved the people at the store and all the customers I got to interact with every day.

I didn’t think I would be able to find another job that gave me the flexibility to work weekends through music school and give me full hours at every break. I really wanted to make this work. So, I called the corporate offices.

After some time on hold, I was actually passed along to the CEO of the company (remember, the son-in-law) who was now fully in charge after the wonderful owner had retired.

He was aware of the firing (because he likely approved it) but had only heard the side of the story that came from his entrusted, bigoted corporate bully friend.

I respectfully told the CEO that I would love to meet with him and have the opportunity to share my side of the story. I wanted to give him the whole picture of who I was, not some idea based on my appearance.

He told me that he didn’t need to meet with me to understand that I was a brat trying to get away with being disrespectful to an administrator in the company. I told him that I was planning on meeting with the EEOC that afternoon and thanked him for his time.

After my meeting, the person in charge of my case filed paperwork for wrongful termination.

She said it would take a little time, but that the company would likely have to pay me an average salary for the next six months. I wish I could remember all the details of this. It was a pretty sweet deal. I got to take a semester off from working and fully focus on my college studies while getting a paycheck in the mail.

It was great!

Then came the lawsuit. The company stood by their claim that one instance of insubordination was a legal grounds to fire me and that I was being insubordinate by not complying with the demands of a high-level employee.

I received a letter in the mail that the company was suing me for a sum equal to the pay they had given me over the six month period.

I don’t remember exactly everything from that letter, but I do remember something about there being so many labor lawsuits that they did their best to handle them over the phone. I was to call into a number at a specific time to have a conference call hearing with a labor judge.

I had to tell one of my professors that I would miss class one day for the hearing.

I sat on my bed in my college apartment while I listened over the phone to two attorneys for the company arguing their case against me. The CEO of the company was on the line as well. The judge had a copy of the employee handbook from my time at the company, which had no mention of employee appearance. My manager and regional manager had given positive testimony on my behalf.

The judge essentially told the company that this was petty and that their legal costs far exceeded the six months of pay they had given me. He told them it appeared they were making this personal. His ruling was that I would keep the six months of pay (thank goodness because I had been spending it)!

But that wasn’t my revenge.

After my job-free semester of college, it was time to get a holiday job that I could hopefully keep on the weekends and change to full time during my last summer before student teaching and graduating.

I applied at a retail giant that had an extensive electronics section. I wanted to sell electronics.

During my final interview, the human resources agent asked about my firing. She had a great time listening to the story! She asked if I would mind taking off my earrings for work there as it was against corporate policy for men. I told her that I would absolutely take off my earrings for work.

Not only was it against their policy, but I was planning to be a teacher soon anyway. (Male teachers in Texas just didn’t wear earrings at that time.)

I did well at this store. HDTV had just become a thing, and projection big screens were selling like hotcakes. I was working on commission, and the paychecks were great. I worked with a lot of folks that didn’t understand all the facets of the transition to HDTV and really couldn’t answer important questions for customers.

HDTVs weren’t priced like they are today. Most of the name brands were $4,000 and up at that time. Consumers desired a lot of confidence with purchases of that amount. I quickly became the go-to guy on this. Happy customers would send friends and family to me. I loved this job!

I was lucky to make one of my best sales to a retired couple that had means to buy the best of everything.

They wanted the best, but they wanted to understand all of the details and be confident in their purchase. They had been to a few places that weren’t able to answer their questions, then they came to me. There was something familiar about the gentleman. I felt like I knew him from somewhere, but I couldn’t quite place it.

When making the purchase, customers had to give me their name and address for delivery.

I was absolutely stunned to hear his name…former owner/now retired of the grocery store chain where I used to work. I hadn’t recognized him in casual clothes and out of the store environment.

His wife was wonderfully sweet and very complimentary of me. She said that she was about to give her family some monetary gifts for the holidays so that they could have HDTVs at their homes.

She was going to recommend that they come to see me for the purchase.

I still remember how I felt the day the son-in-law CEO came to my store and asked for Greg (only our first names were on our name tags). He didn’t really visit the grocery store like his father-in-law and ran the company from the company headquarters. I had only seen him once in my years at the company, but I knew it was him when I shook his hand, and he told me his name.

I actually trembled with nervousness (and probably a little anger) as I answered his questions. I must have seemed strange before I composed myself. I smiled as he mentioned how much his in-laws thought of me. I got him set up with his needs. He thanked me profusely and told me that it was hard to find reliable information and good service these days.

I told him that if he needed anything to come back and see me. I rarely used them (because I was only going to be there for a year), but I pulled out a business card and handed it to him. I told him to ask for Greg, Greg Hamilton. He looked at the card and slowly looked up at my eyes.

“Greg Hamilton?”

“Yes sir, Greg Hamilton. I’m so happy I was able to help you today. I take a lot of pride in my work, and I hope that it shows.”

There was a long, awkward stare before he walked away. He actually turned back and took another look at me before leaving the store. I’ll never know what he was thinking. But I like to think that he realized that he fired a respectable, young man that took pride in his work, solely based on bias.

The best revenge doesn’t come from hurting someone. Deep down, what we really desire is to help someone learn a lesson. I’m so thankful that I had the chance as a young man to teach an important lesson to this CEO.” Greg Hamilton

Another User Comments:

“Now you see, Greg, your story shows just what is wrong with America. This could not have happened in Canada in the ’90s! We have labor laws, and the company wouldn’t have been able to try to sue you for winning your case of unjustified firing.

Corporations in America just LOVE to sue and sue and sue, and it probably just got easier with the new Supreme Court appointee…

America is full of “good ole boys” throwing their weight around and thinking that THEY hold the moral high ground and that THEY need to tell others how to live. Too many rich and powerful people who think they are so above the law that they actually make it their business to try to CHANGE the law to make it easier to dominate, control, and repress…. Case in point, your new Supreme Court Justice who certainly belongs to the Good Ole Boy Club in Washington! They’re all made of the same smug, imperious, elitist stuff!

All that being said, you are probably made of the same stuff as my son, who has given heart and soul to every job he has ever had.

That employer sure lost a gold-plated employee when they fired you, just as my son’s employee lost a precious resource when they mistreated him to the point that he just up and quit one day. They sure regretted that and tried to get him back, but he found a better job FOUR days later and has been moving up the laddhttps://www.quora.com/What-was-the-best-revenge-youve-ever-gotten/answer/Greg-Hamilton-29/comment/76167224aner ever since!” Emily Anne Hall

9. Bully Me? I’ll Destroy This Place Before I Leave

“I worked at a Fortune 500 company for almost a year and a half.

I won’t name names, but it was a shady company to say the least. I started in their quality department, but I was literally fired for being “too quality” for the quality department because I would report sales agents that were forcing crying retirees into making a purchase. So, they moved me to the Business Verification Department, so I could instead make these customers happier with their purchase.

I’m sorry to say I was far too good at this job as well. I got constant kudos from the quality department that I always hit my marks. I always verified and corrected information, followed procedure to a T, and even took on several extra projects just to help out, including preparing and sending gifts out to our higher volume customers on behalf of the sales reps.

I was always on time, I was friendly with everyone, and yet, I didn’t quite fit in. As a matter of fact, only one person on this new team was someone I could talk to; the others were all mid to late 30s with kids and husbands/ex-husbands. The best way to describe them was, it’s the Heathers that grew old and hated it.

They would constantly bully me. I don’t mean tease me; I mean they would joke about forcing me to work in a broom closet. They would report me for cell phone use even though cell phones were allowed, just not recording or video calling since we would verify card and address information verbally. They would deliberately leave me out of company food orders and celebrations, and they even convinced the manager not to promote me and instead promoted someone who had been there less time with worse quality, only because she ‘fit in’ better.

She’d literally cost the company money shipping product to the wrong address multiple times and still was promoted within the department.

They would also berate me for the state of my desk. I will say I don’t keep a super clean desk, but we are not customer-facing, and it was my organized chaos. It wasn’t old food or trash, just a general scattering of notes and trinkets that NEVER overflowed past my desk.

The real juice here, though, was that about 4 months into this position, I started documenting all the bullying. Every instance, every word, with a date and time and often a reference within the companies system for where to locate proof of the bullying, all on those little note pads.

Well, one day I come back from lunch, and they had GONE THROUGH MY DESK to “clean” it, going so far as to move my trinkets and pictures around on my desk.

I took everything home that day, but I know they’d actually been after my notebooks. Thankfully, I just had to buy a third one. (I filled the first two up!) So, it was mostly empty.

The final straw came on a fateful February afternoon. It was a Thursday. The one co-worker I got along with and I had been texting back and forth, mostly Craigslist ads for job openings and funny memes to get us through the day, because remember, phones are allowed.

She goes to lunch as I’m coming back, and I get called into their lawyer’s office. Me and my one and only friend were being given formal writeups. Why? (Direct quote): “Your co-workers know you are texting about them and laughing, and they don’t like it.” So, I was getting a writeup… Because of an assumption that they had no proof to begin with and wasn’t even remotely true.

The topper of this was as I exited the writeup, one of them was Facetiming her husband, which was against the rules, but of course, she wasn’t even spoken to about it.

I was done. Beyond done. I put my head down and barely worked the rest of the day. When I got home, I texted my manager and let her know I was using PTO, and I’d be out Friday.

I spent the whole weekend working on my resignation because I wanted it to be -just right-.

You see, I’d been there a year and a half at that point, and I knew a few things about how this shady company operates by now. I knew on Thursday, this was going to be my first time ever to quit a job, and I wanted to do it upright.

I wrote in there specific details of the bullying along with dates and times. I mentioned I had many more examples documented. I wrote how it was known behavior and even condoned by the manager. I wrote about the writeup. Then, after many critiques, I saved it as a draft.

I walked in on Monday morning 8 am on the nose. I didn’t bother clocking in, and I’d already cleaned out my desk, remember? I sat down, printed two copies of my email, and then sent it DIRECTLY TO THE CEO.

I, of course, dropped a copy off with HR and then walked out. Not a word to my manager. Only my one friend knew the plan. You see, I knew they’d snuff out the fire if I said anything to them about why I quit. Sweep it under the rug, oh well, one more person who quit. By involving the CEO, I eliminated that as an option.

Within 30 minutes, their lawyer was calling me for an “exit interview.” They were worried I would sue for a hostile working environment. In hindsight, I should’ve, but I was more worried about my mental health than monetary compensation.

I found out from my friend that I had, in fact, started that fire. The whole department was put under review for bullying, cell phones were completely banned, and the manager and her lackeys (last I heard) had been demoted.

I also heard whispers that they add dissolved it completely and merged it with the quality team, but I’m not positive on that.

I’m sure it didn’t fix everything, but I hope they at least keep their hands out of other people’s desks from now on.” Audginator

8. I Sent My Abusive Mom To Jail 3 Times

“Backstory: My mother was always a narcissist.

When I was born my father separated from my mother and gained full custody of me and never allowed me to get close to my mother. Everything was happy until my mother was sent to therapy to make a “better” person.

When she finished her therapy, she sent my father to court to get the joint custody she earned. My father was not happy, but I trust that my mother changed, and my mind as an innocent 10-year-old thought that it would be fun to spend time with my mother.

My dad went on a business trip and left me with my mother for 3 months.

It was the worst three months of my life. My mother treated me like a servant, and she was physically and mentally abusive. I was full of hope when the day my father came to take me with him and my mother’s family came to visit, but only my grandmother and my cousin came.

When my grandmother was talking to my mother my grandmother asked her why she was doing the dishes.

Mother: ‘It’s just a little punishment for breaking my favorite vase.’

Grandmother: ‘Oh, ok.’

My grandmother’s face was a strange gesture as if she knew what was really happening. After finishing my punishment, my grandmother called me to talk to her. She checked my body from head to toe and discovered many bruises.

Grandmother: ‘Is everything ok with your mother, Santy?’

Me: *silence*

Grandmother: ‘Come on, Santy, you know you can tell her what you want to your grandma. You don’t have to be quiet.’

Me: ‘Mom…’

At that moment, my father came to the house, and I cried and hugged him. My mother greeted my father and announced that lunch would be ready in a few moments.

Me: ‘Grandmother, my mother has been treating me very badly this week. She beats me and insults me all the time. Please get me out of here.’

My father, who was close, heard everything, and I could see the face of my grandmother and my father stunned.

Grandmother: ‘JESICA, COME HERE RIGHT NOW.’

Mother: W’hat happened mother?!’

Grandmother: ‘WHY ARE YOU HITTING MY GRANDSON? I TRUST YOU WOULD CHANGE, BUT YOU’RE STILL THE SAME OLD ***.’

Mother: ‘B-b-u-u-t, Mother, I would never do that.’

Dad: ‘MY CHILD IS NOT A BAG TO MISTREAT OR SOMEONE WHO CAN RECEIVE YOUR INSULT AND BE YOUR SERVANT, D*MN ****.’

Mother: *cries and screams*

Grandmother: ‘I’LL CALL THE POLICE!’

Mother: ‘NOOO, PLEASE, NOOO.

I’M GOING TO CHANGE.’

Grandmother: ‘WE ALREADY GAVE YOU THE OPPORTUNITY.’

The police came and handcuffed my mother. Although I was a child, I was very happy that she received punishment for everything she did to me. She went to court and received 3 years behind bars.

Let’s fast forward 5 years:

At this time, I was 14-years-old, and my mother was coming to visit me.

According to my grandmother, going to jail had “changed” my mother.

She knocked on the door, and we opened it. I gave her a fake smile and hugged her. She told me that she had a boyfriend and that they were having problems with money to pay the rent, pay bills, and buy food. She did not regret what had happened. I still had a grudge for what she did to me.

At one point, I went to the bathroom and left her alone in the house. I thought about stealing something, but it was useless since there were security cameras in the house. I got out of the bathroom and heard some strange noises. I walked out stealthily to see what was happening, and I saw her taking 500 dollars from my piggy bank.

I decided to go to my room as if nothing had happened. I went in, and she said she was looking at my room, and I said no problem. I waited for her to leave, so I could see the camera footage. When my father arrived from work, I told him that I was going to check the cameras, and falsely surprised, I showed him the recording where my mother stole money from me.

My father called my mother and shouted that he could not believe that she dared to steal from her son, and my dad told my mother that I would have to go to my house to return the money, or I would involve the police. My mother came to my house and only returned 150 dollars and said that when she gets the money, she would give me what was missing.

My father accepted very angrily, and I took the moment to call the police. I was not going to allow the **** who mistreated and robbed me not to receive a punishment. The police arrived, and she spent six months in jail for robbery.

After 3 years without knowing anything about my mother, my grandmother told me that she had married a millionaire man and that she was raising a 9-year-old stepson.

I very much suspected that my mother was mistreating her stepson, but everything changed when I met my mother’s husband and stepson. Her stepson had no trace of bruising or psychological abuse, so I thought everything was fine. My mother’s husband was away from the city, so I stayed at his house for two weeks to meet my mother’s stepson, Alex.

When my mother’s husband arrived, before I left, I asked Alex if his mother was hitting him. Alex tried to avoid the question, but in the end, he answered; my suspicions were true. My mother was the same **** as always.

In the end, my mother’s husband divorced her and went to jail for 2 years. The last thing I know about her is that she is prostituting and lives on the street.

I don’t regret condemning her to a horrible life. She got the karma she deserved for mistreating children.” santy-pogon

7. Think You Can Toy Around With My Emotions? I’ll Toy With Yours

Emotions aren’t to be messed with, Stacey.

“So, I liked this girl in high school. Let’s call her Stacey.

Stacey was best friends with my cousin. I used to date Stacey’s friend earlier in high school, but she subsequently left the school.

Anyways, as much as I liked Stacey, I was 15 and going through my awkward teenage phase: bad pimples, oily skin, mood fluctuations. I was a scrawny kid – not more than 130 pounds. My family wasn’t well off and couldn’t afford university, so I knew I needed the scholarship to get to the university I wanted. To do so, I needed to put everything into my school work.

Stacey wasn’t as serious about school, so we never had overlapping classes until grade 10.

We had the same French classes. I actually transferred into the class as I changed my schedule 6 weeks into the new year. I noticed the week after I arrived in said class, she would always wear this overly big, black bra the day we had French and a white shirt with the top button missing.

I was 15; it’s pretty hard to not notice.

My usual routine was for the final class of the day to finish the work fast, so I could leave early and go straight to the library for my lunch break. However, Stacey would always flirt and ask me to stay – citing she was worried about our very sketchy French teacher – who I’m pretty sure was 90% pervert.

Anyways, this went on for 3 solid months. I had such turmoil inside of me. I obviously liked her. She liked me enough to flirt. But I was 100% dedicated to my school work and uni prospects.

I asked my cousin what she thought, and she told me to go for it. They were friends, remember. My cousin’s older sister was having her 18th birthday and booked out an entire club – so I got an invite, as did Stace along with my cousin and 1 other guy – a guy I was friends with who was besotted with my cousin – Sean.

I was still unsure, but Stacey pushed me to come. She promised she will “look after me” and that she had a special surprise for me. That was really enough to convince me.

Sean asked me can he stay at my place as his parents won’t let him go otherwise. He’s a reasonably good guy, so I said no problem.

Anyways we go to this party, we are all a bit awkward – 15, at a club for our first time, and around the older kids – 18 to 21.

My cousin was one of the popular girls.

I was buying Stacey drinks and trying to be a gentleman. Anyways, she gets a bit tipsy and tells me she wants to tell me something and to meet her outside in 5 minutes but not sooner.

I go outside, and she’s sitting in Sean’s lap making out with him. She proceeds to tell me that I was nothing more than a game to her and that Sean was in on it too.

I had served my purpose.

This sparked a series of events, one being that I left Sean there, and he had nowhere to go. He had to go stay at my cousin’s, which was even more awkward as she really liked him too, and he had been texting her empty promises.

I decided the best revenge I could get was to become successful and to work on myself.

I started going to the gym. I started reading up on nutrition. I pushed even harder in school. I joined the rugby and the swimming team.

The day I turned 18, I enrolled to do national service for 6 months before university started.

Fast forward 5 years… I’m 20, in a top university, living my best life. Gym became my religion, and I started amateur boxing.

My physique was 2-3% off Tom Hardy from “Warrior.”

It’s the first time in over 2 years that I’m going home.

A friend invited me to this “house party” he’s having. My little cousin, who was 15 at the time, also contacts me to tell me about the said party. My uncle asks me if I’ll be there, so I can bring him home.

I don’t drink and drive and had quit drinking at 18.

I told him I’ll come by later in the evening as I had agreed to attend a cocktail event with a work internship I had scored. At the said cocktail party, I meet the most gorgeous girl: dark hair, tall, tanned, and smart. Lexy. The final quality is probably the sexiest.

She was actually in my high school – a grade below me but moved schools to get away from the “mean girl bullying.” She ended up at a fantastic university in America, but 9,900 miles away. We hit it off and were having such a great time.

11 pm. My phone rings. It’s my little cousin asking if I’m coming as his dad was threatening to come to get him.

I feel bad as I made a promise to my uncle and to him, so I call his dad and tell him I’m going there, so he can go to sleep and not stress. A promise is a promise.

I explained the situation to Lexy and asked her if she would like to join me. However, we are both in formal wear, and this party was a house party.

She asked for the address and told me she will be there in 30 minutes as needed to go home and change. I changed out of the boot of my car (the army teaches you to always have a bag of clothes change as your uniform invites the wrong attention).

It was like being back in a timewarp. The host used to throw these parties in high school for the popular kids.

I cracked a couple of invites as was friends with him and on the rugby team. There were about 30 people there. Half of whom were still in high school. The other half who I was at school with yet hadn’t grown up. There was 1 person I recognized immediately. Stacey.

Stacey brings me a drink and was already halfway gone. She proceeds to tell me that she was stalking my social, and she knew I’d be here and that “I’m definitely her type now.” She got my cousin to set this all up.

I tell her as sober and nicely as possible that I’m not interested in her. The only reason I came was to fulfill my promise to my uncle and that I had a new friend coming. I play it very cool.

20 minutes go by, and Stacey didn’t stop badgering me for information on my new friend. I don’t give any details up.

Stacey decides that the best way to try and get my attention is to go flirt with one of my old friends.

In walks Lexy. She somehow looked even better in jeans and a crop top than her ****, black dress from the cocktail party. She comes right to me and gives me a kiss in front of everyone. We duly left thereafter with my drunk cousin.

That moment, that was my revenge.

The best part is, she knew the history we had from her sister who still went to the same school. She knew Stacey would be there as she never grew out of the “popular In high school group.”

Oh, and the other 100 moments we spent together that summer.” Jadon Nicolau

Another User Comments:

“Great story. What happened to your relationship with Lexy? Tell us more! I was hoping you would say you two have been happily married now for several years.” Barbara Holland

Reply:

“Unfortunately not.

She ended up going back to the States.

But she was a really friendly girl. One of the girls she met that holiday friended me on Facebook through her.

Today, she’s my wife. Guess everything happens for a reason.” Jadon Nicolau

6. Trick Us Into A One-Year Contract? You Won’t Receive Commission

A cold, hard lesson.

“We discuss the buyer/agency contract, which didn’t seem like a big deal because we were very serious about buying.

We also knew most relators did this, so it wasn’t alarming. In case you don’t know, this contract is standardly a 3-month contract stating that you will not buy/rent/lease any property without the realtor getting their fair commission, and if you go behind their back with someone else, they will be entitled to a percentage of whatever property you purchase. The clause he failed to mention/we missed: This was a ONE YEAR contract.

We weren’t worried at first, because again, we were sure to be buying a property. Let me tell you, when we told him the price range we were looking (about $150K under what the bank approved us for), he became COMPLETELY upset and defensive. “Why are you dropping your standards?” “Don’t you have any dying relatives who could cosign, so you can get the house paid off quicker?” “I don’t wanna show you houses in THAT area….” etc.

He saw that large commission check vanishes before his eyes.

We continued to stay in touch because what option did we have? We were contractually committed to buying a home through him and ONLY him for the next year. We sent him links to MANY houses, asking when we can see them. He would take a week or two to respond back, and when my “dream home” slipped through my fingers due to his delays, I had enough.

I politely asked if he would relinquish us from the contract, as we clearly had different goals. I apologized for being upset, but I told him why. I said I didn’t feel like he was making us a priority, and I would rather hire someone privately. His response? “Well, I’ll be running your financials for the next year to see if you buy/lease/rent anything.

I’d reread that contract you signed and find a lawyer.” Then he cut communication.

I complained to the agency, and they said, “Try and work it out with the realtor himself.” When I told them I already tried, they brought up the contract. I said I was going to speak to a lawyer about the contract. They laughed and said good luck.

The lawyer informed me it could drain our account going against the agency, and we made the painful decision to wait him out the full year…… Saving A LOT more money in the meantime.

The contract ends, and we find our perfect first home above the original price we were approved for AND with the most amazing realtors we have ever met.

During closing day at the realtor’s office (the sellers of our home used the popular agency we just escaped from), our previous realtor watched in the hallway as we signed for a house almost $150K more than we would’ve bought from him…. exactly one month after our contract was up. He scrambled to find the now-expired contract because he was SURE that he was about to “win.”

I know a lot of people at the office were talking about it, and our realtors let us know what had happened after we left.

It made me feel good to watch the horror on his face through the conference room windows as his superior told him to go home due to his frantic behavior. Apparently, he had been using company time and expenses to check on our financials WEEKLY throughout the year in order to catch an ‘easy check’ through a broken contract. There was no confrontation between us directly, but I definitely feel like we won that one.

I looked on their company website, and his name has been removed from their listed agents.” MetroCPS

5. Threaten And Harass Me? You’re About To Face Reality Real Quickly

“Hello. cherubs.

So, I have posted this story a few times about my entitled aunt. She is not a very nice person, and she actively goes out of her way to make other people miserable.

In the past month or so, my entitled aunt (let’s just call her Karen for the sake of the story) got in touch with me after a good (and peaceful) few years without talking to me or any of my family. Although, it was only to demand that I drive her and my entitled cousin (we’ll call her Regina, like the **** from mean girls) to a church thing that one of the church members was holding.

I’m still not entirely sure what the meeting was for, but my best guess is that it was to sort out the donated food for the food bank/delivery thing that the church wanted to set up. Karen, however, didn’t care about the food bank as it required helping others but was instead interested in me driving them there, so they could discuss with Pastor Smith (not his real name) about getting Regina baptized.

I declined as I wasn’t sure about the restrictions with diving and stuff, especially considering Karen lives around an hour or more away from me. Also, she’s not a nice person, and I just didn’t want to be around her. This led her to her harassing me, posting absolutely horrific Facebook posts about me (I don’t even want to repeat half the things they said in those posts), and she called/messaged me paragraphs filled with vile homophobic and transphobic slurs (and a crapload of grammar mistakes).

For some context, I am a gay drag queen (currently living with my boyfriend), and Karen absolutely HATES me for it. She often tries to use religion to justify her hatred of me, but she has actively admitted in the past that she does not believe in God’s existence. Nothing against religious people; if you’re religious, then go on and live you’re best life honey, but Karen only seems to be religious when it benefits her.

A couple of weeks ago, the harassment finally got to me. I broke down in tears and had my first full-on panic attack in almost a year. The situation had caused my boyfriend (Andy, not his real name) and I to start arguing. It was not a lot, but we’d have days where he’d get sick of me just letting her talk to me like that and would practically beg me to do something to put an end to this.

When I’m in drag, I tend to be a lot more outgoing, confident, and b*tchy and would have no issue shutting Karen and her hellspawn down, but out of drag, I am a completely different person – much timider and not fond of confrontation.

After a while of Andy calming me down and just cuddling/crying for a little while, I finally decided to do something about this.

But calling the police to give her a warning/restraining order (whilst necessary at this point) did not seem like a big enough punishment for her. So, I started planning.

I decided to gather as much evidence as I could. I decided to screenshot the messages and Facebook posts and put them in a nice, little folder to send the church. I also sent a message to one of the ladies in her church with some screenshots of some of the transphobic stuff she’d said/posted.

See, Karen has two Facebook profiles, one for pretending that she’s the perfect Christian mom and the other was specifically for spreading hate (not very Christian like). She had posted a bunch of vile things about how “*transphobic slurs* should be wiped out,” which I think we call all agree is pretty awful. That’s also a more tame part of one of her posts; they practically borderline on death threats, but I’m not even going to repeat them here.

The reason for sending these to a lady in Karen’s church? The lady’s daughter came out a few months ago as a transwoman. Karen acts all friendly with the lady’s daughter, though, because she’s been on a few (almost free) holidays with this lady. The lady was generous enough to pay for Karen and Regina to go on holiday with her and her family after Karen made out that she felt “guilty” for not being able to afford to take Regina on holiday.

*******, honey. Karen is a benefit cheat. She gets (or got, but that’s for another paragraph) over 250 bucks a week from Regina’s dad in child support, and my dad (*cough*scumbag*cough*) would help her buy groceries and put money towards other bills for her. She had more money than most people that work do. Nothing against people on benefits, by the way.

Everyone needs help sometimes.

Anyways, sorry for rambling, I sent these screenshots to the lady from Karen’s church, and she was not happy, to say the least. I sent a message saying that this was the kind of stuff Karen believed and that I was concerned for her daughter’s safety due to the sheer severity of some of the insults and posts.

She thanked me for the information and said she was going to have a word with some of the other church members. I was genuinely worried that this lady’s daughter could get hurt though, so I kinda killed two birds with one stone. From what the lady told me (and the angry messages from Karen and Regina), the two of them are no longer welcome on the holiday that the lady’s family was planning for after lockdown.

No free holiday? Shame.

Her church has not been a fan of her behavior. Apparently, she had not been showing up to any church events (before the virus) unless it benefited her. She did not want to help with soup kitchens or food banks, but she’d show up if they were giving away free stuff. Pastor Smith actually reached out to me to apologize on my aunt’s behalf for all the trouble she’s caused us.

The church is very relaxed about LGBT issues and just believes in spreading love and helping those in need, which I can totally get behind. I’m not sure whether she had an argument with the members of her church, but the lady I messaged did tell me that she told a few of the members to “*** off,” so I don’t think she was happy.

She isn’t welcome in the church whilst she acts like this. Though, they have told her that she will be welcomed back with open arms after she finds a healthy way to deal with all her hate. The church did not feel good about asking her to leave apparently, but she was reportedly rude to other members of the church and made them uncomfortable, so they didn’t have a choice.

They actually recommended a few therapists for Karen and maybe Regina to talk to and deal with their anger, which I thought was a nice gesture, and I seriously hope they do see a therapist.

Anyway, the lady I contacted actually got in contact with Regina’s dad about everything that happened. He. Was. Livid. Regina’s dad is an absolutely lovely man. He cares about his daughter so much, and it makes me kinda angry that she doesn’t appreciate him.

I’d kill to have a dad that cared about me. She freaked out with him when she was 15 because he got her the “wrong” iPhone. Like seriously???

He was paying all this money for child support (I call it child support, but it’s really just to help Regina out since she doesn’t have a job and is, like, almost 20!). He had also been helping with bills and food, etc.

as Karen was making out that she couldn’t afford anything. This man. No. This SAINT even paid for these two to go on holiday (Karen told him she paid for the free holidays they went on with this lady) when they actually just wasted it on the most materialistic crap. I honestly felt really bad for the guy. He has a well-paid job, but that’s beside the point; he still pays for these two to do nothing and supports his new wife and their 12-year-old boy.

You can imagine my surprise when I found out that he’d actually reported her for being a benefits cheat. I’m not sure how it’s going as of right now, but hopefully, I’ll have the details for y’all, and I’ll add them here in an update. I hope her benefits get stopped and both of them have to get a job. There is no reason either of them can’t work; they just “don’t want to deal with people.”

Yeah, ****.

I hope reality hits you like a ton of bricks.

I also did contact the police and have been advised, due to the severity of some of the threats, to file a restraining order. Which I plan on doing.” FabulousLittleQueen

4. Attempt To Take Credit Of My Work? I’ll Get You Fired

Honestly, I would have done the same thing.

“I used to be in what in my college we call “Seeder,” an investigation group created by students that want to produce scientific articles (in this case, psychology) and normally directed by a professor.

I had just started college and didn’t know how things worked, but thanks to a friend, I was able to enter one of the most exclusive seeders of our faculty. They were developing at the time 5 articles, and I was assigned to the newest one, a simple case review. But this story is not about me or my project.

This story is about Rebecca, the friend that helped me before.

Like me, Rebecca was a psychology major doing her final year of college, and she was one of the lead investigators in the “crown project” of the seeder at the moment, a meta-analysis on contextual behavior therapy in schizophrenic patients around Latin-America. This *** was not easy. She had spent a year and a half working on it, and when I joined the group, it was already in its final stages.

Then the drama began. Well, it had actually started mid-way project when the first drafts were sent to the publications office. In my college, the publications office can be your best friend or your worst enemy as an investigator, and their “suggestions” are basically orders. Because the article dealt with a psychiatric pathology, they said it must have the support of our college’s Med School Psychiatry Department.

The head of the department, who I will call Dr. Trash, put the condition that one of his residents had to be on the project.

It was kind of rude to force them to include some random guy, but in the end, she and her group, accepted. Enter Julian, the human incarnation of laziness. In a team of 5 individuals (Rebecca, Julian, and 3 other psychology students), Julian barely did any job, and whatever he made, had to be checked and corrected by one of the others.

Sometimes Rebecca doubted he even knew what the article was about from some of his comments.

Fast forward again to the finish line of the project… It was basically done and only needed the approval of Dr. Trash. And this is where things went south.

For those who don’t know…psychiatrists and psychologists aren’t always on the best terms, and this hidden feud can sometimes cause troubles when we interact.

In this case, as Rebecca learned from one of the “good” psychiatry residents, the problem was that Dr. Trash didn’t believe psychology should exist and thought of us as glorified life coaches. You see where this is going?

With the project already done, he refused to approve it unless those credited as main authors where himself (reasonable to a point, department heads were always considered main investigators), our seeder director, and Julian.

The others could only put their name as investigation assistants on the “acknowledgment” section.

This was a total slap in the face. Even when she tried to argue that she was the one that designed the project in the first place and that Julian did the minimum, the man called her a liar, said her basic idea had needed a lot of corrections (false), and that he knew Julian had written most of the paper as there was no way she could have done it.

(Remember, he saw us as life coaches.) Julian, being the d*uchebag he had been all year, didn’t correct him and let the others drown while he was praised. In her last peaceful attempt, Rebecca asked why they could not put the names of all as authors, and Dr. Trash said that a bunch of unknown student names would only rest credibility to the thing and refused the proposal.

Lastly, he said that they could accept his terms or quit the project and give him total control of the article.

You may be thinking this is impossible and that this man is literally stealing the work from another person. Sadly, this is how an investigation works sometimes, and it is not uncommon that well-established investigators steal the work of unknown ones because in the end, they are most likely to win.

Even with evidence like mail and drafts, they can get their way. Rebecca and her friends were devastated, but even the director of the seeder refused to give them his support. (“The important thing is that the article is published, not who takes the credit” was his reasoning.)

That’s when Rebecca decided to go full ******* bomber. When she told her friends of her idea, warning them it would be best if they left the project before things escalated, they decided to stay and help her.

The plan was to sabotage the article by modifying the statistical analysis they had made previously, basically the core of it all. The conclusion you got with the new results was the same as before, but anyone who read the thing thoroughly and checked the sources would see the data had been tampered, making it look that they had forged the results to their convenience.

This was a tricky move because they had to make the modifications in between the last revisions with enough subtlety that Dr. Trash would not notice it when he corrected other parts of the text. They were extremely lucky he never checked the statistical component, partly because that was the seeders’ director responsibility, and he had already given them the thumbs up.

Finally, the article was completed, and the work was sent to the publications office. Then it was just waiting until it finally made a boom.

About a month after summiting the project, all the implicated were cited to a meeting with the publications office, including Dr. Trash. The office had seen the altered results, and that meant they had to investigate the group for fraud.

To the students and the resident, it could mean expulsion, and for the director and Dr. Trash, they would be forbidden to publish again under the university’s name, and in the worst-case scenario, they could be fired.

And that is when Dr. Trash saw he had condemned himself. Because Rebecca and the others were just “assistants,” it meant that most of the responsibility was on himself and the other main authors.

Blaming the students would give away the fact that they were way more involved in the process, admitting he had taken away the credit and that he had not checked the paper properly. In the end, he didn’t have to decide how he wanted to be hanged because the seeder director spilled the beans in order to save his own neck.

With the director’s confession, Rebecca and the others could tell the truth and showed the publications office the real results and told them about the sabotage. The aftermath of this is very bittersweet:

The office started an investigation on Dr. Trash’s articles and those he sponsored, finding he had done this way too many times. He was fired after the news spread around, and as far as we know, he has not done any more publishing in indexed literature because no serious magazine will accept his submissions.

Because of all the drama, Rebecca’s article was deemed too compromised by personal interests and was not accepted for publishing. So, that year’s hard work went directly to the trash.

Seeder Director had to surrender his job as an investigator and the seeder disbanded because there was no other professor available or willing to direct it. (My little project died in here, sadly.)

Julian was put on probation by the medical faculty.

Rebecca and the others were banned from participating in other investigation projects or studies that were not related to their final thesis, but no more disciplinary actions were taken against them.” LatinaCinderella

3. Take An Office Prank Too Far? I’ll Ruin Your Reputation

“At the time, I was (m/27) a seven-year veteran at large tech corporation, senior designer on the communications team by then.

The senior copywriter went on maternity leave, leaving a temp in her place. Although irritating in a non-descriptive way, she presented well and seemed competent enough. For later context, she was also an uber dog lover and a staunch and righteous vegan SJW.

There were frequent, mutual, and innocent team pranks. Things like replacing a box of diet cookies with a box of Krispy Kremes or covering the laser on someone’s mouse… like, “Oh, you dawg.

You got me!” kind of things… Now let me fix that and let you get back to work.

Being desperate for acceptance, the new temp started taking things a bit far and seamed to focus pranks directly towards me. Even after a few subtle reprimands from our manger, she continued. Things like slipping inappropriate photos or comments into a PowerPoint presentation (on the shared drive) I was about to give or fake crying during morning stand up just to gauge reactions.

Her novelty wore off fast.

Fast forward to the morning after my birthday, she knew I was going to be hungover.

I get to my desk, red-eyed and thirsty as ****. I grabbed my water bottle at my desk (which I always kept full) and started chugging like it was going to save my life…. It was straight Vodka! I had at least two full swallows before I realized.

I go straight for my garbage bin to throw up. The slurry of alphabet soup and at least six cans of beer (and God knows what else she put in there) made d*mn sure I did hurl.

I got most of the Vodka out, but already being hungover, it made me instantly drunk again. Was not impressed.

She came in laughing her brains out, taking full claim.

I didn’t narc on her, but the story made its rounds to HR, and she was given a stern warning.

I would have accepted an apology, even remorse but not a shred. In fact, she started calling me Pukey McGee to literally no one’s fan fair.

I let it pass for a few weeks, waiting for the attention to die down.

Revenge day finally arrived.

She always left at 10 am to get a Starbucks. I took this time to plaster “lost dog” posters anywhere outside the office she might stumble by on her way back. She fell for the bait, asking around, but no one was the wiser.

Once she was cozy at her desk, I went to her car to stage a hit and run massacre.

With chunks of fatty steak, a liter of fake *****, an old leash and collar, and a bag of fake fur, I went to work.

I’d share the pic, but it’s long gone, but it was VERY CONVINCING. Looked like a leash was caught around her rear passenger axel and the dog got clogged and shredded between the tire and wheel well.

I left the collar dangling out the back with a particularly generous portion of gore and puddle of *****.

It didn’t take long before others noticed the lost dog posters or the gory car and put two and two together. Eventually, “the owner of a white so and so with license plate such and such, please come to reception” went over the intercom.

It’s on!

It was delicious! She was out in the lot sobbing so hard, she was coughing. Carefully placing chunks of ******, furry, gore into a box. It took her an hour to gather every precious bit, crying the entire time. My theory was that she wanted to return the dog to its owner as best she could before calling the number on the poster.

Was a shame there was no owner or dog, but she was too distraught to realize it was fake. I thought for sure the lack of bones or guts (and obviously fake, sticky stage *****) would be a near-instant give away, but to my utter shock, it wasn’t! A scenario I wasn’t expecting but welcomed just the same.

It was just assumed the dog owner had printed the wrong number on the poster because the remains never were returned.

She had the collar and leash cleaned and posted posters of her own in hopes of finding the owner.

Given her reputation, there wasn’t much sympathy offered. The righteous, vegan dog lover was now a dog killer… and I took every chance I could to remind her of that.

She took down all her gaudy dog lover crap off her desk and kept very much to herself for the remainder of her term… bonus that she even left early, but not sure if I can take credit for that for certain.” tarzanismypony

2. Try To Scam Me Out Of Money? I’ll Get All Your Listings Removed

Not only did they get revenge, but they also helped prevent others from getting scammed.

“Ok, so for the past while, I’ve been looking for a good trailer or something of the like, so my parents and sister can use it for vacations. Recently, I was on a buy and sell site that rhymes with ‘Get-Go’ and looking for a trailer or RV there. I found one that was listed at just over a grand. It was beautiful for being 30-years-old.

And low miles too.

But the seller refused any contact through the site and only by an email that was put into a caption on the RV’s picture. So, I contacted the seller, and she told me the RV was her husband’s and that he died of a heart attack recently. And that the RV just brings back too many memories. So, she wanted it gone.

I offered to pay in cash. But she wanted the sale to go through eBay and that the RV would be delivered. (Red flag number one!) Then she wanted payment in eBay cards only and even told me where to get them. (Red flag number two!) Then, it turns out, the RV was not local like it was listed and was apparently 150 miles away when I Googled the city it was really in.

(Red flag number three!) Ding, ding, ding! We have a scammer!

I still wanted the RV. So, I played along and offered to drive out with my father to buy it. I said that unless I could do a test drive before getting the title in hand and pay with cash, I would not buy it. Surprise, surprise; I got no reply.

So, I just went back to browsing Get-Go. I then found a trailer that was in incredible shape and listed at $1,200. But it had a similar caption on it like the RV pic did. I also had found a similar older post of another RV with a similar caption. All 3 email addresses were completely different, but they all had a female name in each of them like one could be Nancy and another Grace.

That kind of thing.

But at the time, I wasn’t sure if it was a scammer again or if this was just how people did business on that site. So, I contacted the email about the trailer. And then I got an almost identical sob story from a woman claiming the trailer was her husband’s and that he died of a heart attack and that the trailer was actually 150 miles away in the opposite direction of the RV I’d wanted to buy first and that she wanted to go through eBay for the purchase.

I was done at that point. I contacted the scammer back and linked the first email I got about the RV with the same sob story and asked them if they thought I was a fool and that if the purchase was done how they wanted it, I could never get the money back if the RV or trailer was never delivered since the title was to be delivered separately.

I then reported all three listings with the email captions on Get-Go. Hours later, the listing for the trailer disappeared completely. I then repeatedly reported the listing for the RV each following day until it was gone too.

Ever since I’ve seen nothing more of the scammer, but I doubt they’re going to stop. Either way, I got a little bit of revenge on them by getting their false listings removed.” DaFoxtrot86

Another User Comments:

“Something sort of similar happened to my father.

He was looking at eBay for a trailer for camping and came upon a really nice one at a decent price (a little below market value but not too low to raise red flags right away).

He contacted them and gave the divorce story, but my dad didn’t think anything of it. They then said that is wasn’t near us but in another province (Canada).

What screwed them up was that my father was actually willing to go and get it. (Honestly, it wasn’t too bad of a drive to go get, just long.)

They started backtracking and saying they would put it on a trailer and drive it all the way to the nearest city we were in. My dad figured, at this point, that this was a scam.

The money it would cost to do this was WAY more than just driving it over.

By then, he called them on it and reported, but it was funny that they didn’t plan a proper routine if someone offers to go to them and pick it up.” 95DemonEarth

1. Commit Fraud And Fire Me? I’ll Take Down This Firm

“I was a clerical assistant for a firm in my city, the firm was a small one of nine employees that also had clerks who would intern from time to time.

I worked there part-time during my junior and senior year then full time after I graduated. I made it about four months before I was told to resign.

This was my first ever business formal job as we had lots of clients face to face – the clients were big: Fire department, police department, etc. I was brought on by workstudy from my uni and at first really enjoyed working for the firm.

I had an amazing mentor who taught me all there is to know about this side of the business. He pretty much kept the firm running and put in so much effort that when he interviewed me, I thought he was the owner of the firm and not just the staff member above me.

Anyways, as this was my first job, I wasn’t keen on office politics or good at recognizing my surroundings with peers.

After I started working full time, I began to catch on and see what was going on behind the scenes. The partners of the firm were scumbags. They treated all of the staff like monkeys and showed no appreciation. They were both male and constantly harassed the female staff and interns so often that the turn-over rate was so high that there were new interns every few weeks.

There were cliques inside of the firm. The attorneys banded together with the office manager and HR manager. The interns stuck together, and I was with my mentor.

For the most part, we were able to stick together and get our work done and turn out good work product. But, it was hard to watch the harassment of the interns, the social gossip circles of the cliques, and blatant disregard for the staff.

Soon after, an intern complained to HR that one of the partners slapped her a** and called her vulgar names. The HR manager, attorneys, and office manager gaslighted this poor intern so bad that she was an emotional wreck when she just walked out and quit. That was the point my mentor and I had enough. After seeing this we started to take pictures, notes, and gather statements of everything we could see that was going on inside the firm that was illegal.

After a huge firm event that involved many hours of overtime, close quarters, and pressure, a breaking point was hit, and the staff was exploded upon by the attorneys and managers. After the event, all of the employees went out to a local club to relax and throw back a few drinks and cool off. This was not something that you would think people in this field would do, especially when the average age of the employees in the firm was over 45.

After the attorneys started getting sh*tty drunk, the interns and my mentor took off to go home for the night. I stayed but went to a party with my friend group that was also out for the night at the same club. I bounced back a few times between groups and dancing, but near the end of the night, I came back to check on my co-workers, and what I saw was shocking.

They rented out a VIP stage and had bottle service all night. When I walked up to the stage, I saw the two partners grinding on associate attorneys, fondling them, and taking turns making out with them. I was disgusted and started to hatch my plan. Not only is that a conflict of interest in my state/type of law, but both partners were married with kids and so were three out of the four other female attorneys/staff.

I got one of the promoters who was my roommate at the time to get the club rep to take photos of them doing this but to also send them to me. I snapped a few on my phone and left the club.

Before we went out, we all stopped at a hotel room close by that was rented out by the partners of the firm.

I went back after I left the club, and since I was an employee at the firm, I was able to convince the front desk to let me back into the room as I was there a few hours earlier and was working with them to pick up/drop things off for the event. After I was let in, I started to take pictures of everything that I could find.

I emptied drawers, bags, and closets and was able to take pictures of many, many *****, s*x toys, and things like ID’s that were left behind earlier.

The following Monday, I go into the HR office and tell the manager that I was uncomfortable with what I saw the partners doing, what they have done in the office, and how everyone exploding on me and my mentor at the event was unacceptable.

Immediately after I left the HR office, the manager ran into the partners’ offices and closed the door. I could hear screaming coming through the door and booked it over to my mentor’s office to fill him in. After I blurt out what happened and what kind of pictures I got, the partners and HR manager run into my mentor’s office and overhear us talking about what happened nights before.

They immediately tell us to resign and to pack our things as they were “worried about our hostile work environment and what it’s doing to the firm.”

I am on the verge of tears and don’t know what to do next. My mentor quietly asks for our termination letters, all of our paystubs, all of our billable hour entries from when we started, and my University work-study paperwork.

The HR manager was shocked by this but legally had to produce all of these things for us upon request.

After two hours of data compiling my mentor and I walked out with all of our things. We ended up going to a bar with all of the paperwork we just got and started to plan our revenge. We compiled all of our timesheets, billed hours, and all my work-study paperwork.

Not only did I upload all the pictures to separate email accounts to send to the respective spouses of the attorneys, but we found out that the partners/managers muddled with our billable hours to change them to a higher rate to bill our clients more even though a clerical assistant and paralegal were drafting and filing pleadings. Through my work-study, they reported that they were paying me $18 an hour total while paying me $6 an hour from their pockets, and my school was fronting the other $12 as reimbursement.

Not only on my paystubs was my hourly rate $12, but I nor the firm was being taxed for the other $6 – instead, it was being pocketed straight by the firm.

After a complete and thorough compilation of documents, my mentor and I set out the next day to complain to the state bar association to show that the attorneys at the firm committed malpractice, misrepresentation of funds, harassment, and conflicts of interest.

Their spouses were emailed all of the photos of the night out clubbing and what was found in the hotel rooms. My university was informed of the misuse of funds. I applied for unemployment based on their false misconduct firings.

After two weeks of job searching, my mentor and I got picked up at another firm as a package deal. We became close after, and we constantly see each other every other week on a personal basis.

Months into working the new job, did we decide to snoop on the old firm that we set out to destroy. Not only did four of the attorneys lose their legal license, but they were sued by the bar association and L&I for fraud, their spouses were all involved with divorce proceedings, and the manager’s reputations were ruined by what was brought to light and what they covered up.

My mentor and I ended up pulling all of the superior court submissions to read over what documents were submitted in court, and they were caught lying in the declarations they submitted. It felt real nice to be vindicated by ruining their relationships, jobs, and business. Thanks for reading.” roIey

I’m sick and tired of people thinking they can get away with doing terrible things to good people! That said, I sure do feel satisfied after reading these incredible revenge stories.

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