People Talk About Their Sauciest Revenge Stories
13. Want To Pay For Something That Doesn't Need To Be Fixed? We'll Gladly Take The Money
“I work in a very small authorized Apple service provider which basically means we do all of the same stuff as Apple regarding repairs and retail.
I am the only female in the store who is licensed to do consultations and upfront diagnoses on Macbooks and other Apple devices which, as you can imagine, can lead to a lot of uncomfortable conversations with individuals who don’t think I am capable of doing my job.
A week ago, a man came in with an early 2015 Macbook Pro that was having issues with the mouse freezing every few seconds, making it practically unusable.
The man insists that the problem is derived from the display freezing and had nothing to do with the rest of the system. As is protocol, I recommend to him that we need to do a $99 out of warranty diagnosis on the computer as this issue is usually caused by a faulty or degrading SSD (which is quite common for this particular model).
Instead of taking my advice, the man begins to yell at me, ranting about how he would rather see someone he knew was capable of helping him, how I didn’t know what I was talking about because it was clearly an issue with the display.
I attempted to explain to him that doing a diagnosis would potentially save him hundreds of dollars as a display replacement would cost close to $1000, and we would not be refunding him if replacing the display did not fix the issue.
True to form, he continued to push that he did not want to do a diagnosis as he was confident that would fix the problem.
At this point, I am over it and have other customers to help, so I book in his computer for a display replacement, knowing it would not fix the problem. He pays, still ranting about the fact he didn’t get to see a real technician and leaves.
We fit the part and as expected, upon boot up, the mouse is still freezing. We call him and explain that the issue is still persisting and that we would need to do a full diagnosis along with a likely SSD replacement.
After much complaining, he agrees and goes ahead with the remaining repair, costing him another $300 or so. Lo and behold, as soon as it boots up with the new SSD, it is working perfectly.
Customer returns, only to be greeted by yours truly. I go get his computer from the back and explain with a massive smile on my face. ‘Well, as you may be aware, the issue was due to a failing SSD and not the display, as I mentioned it may have been during our last consultation.
Since we replaced the SSD, your computer will be running much faster now and should last you another few years. Regarding the display, since you insisted we didn’t do the diagnosis during the initial booking, the display fee cannot be refunded’ While telling him this, he doesn’t ask questions, he kept his head down in shame as he paid what could have been the original price if only he had listened to my advice.”
12. Want These Fries? If You Say So!
You wanted them!
“I worked at a very popular burger fast food restaurant about 12 years ago as a young teenager. One of those restaurants known for being very fast and calculated with thin, delicious fries.
It was a slow-ish evening, one where there doesn’t seem to be a lot of clients, but things are still moving non-stop at a good pace, and there isn’t any time to mess around.
This is kind of a key element because it does appear like the restaurant is not busy for a client, but still, the food is coming out fast, especially since the drive-thru was busy.
Come in a couple in their mid or late 20s with an air of superiority you often see from clients ordering at cheap fast food. They come to me, and I take their order.
Classic order of 2 trios. But then, before I can make them pay, the man points to my right and proclaims “I want those fries!”
I look to my right and see two done batches hanging above the frying oil. There are two things wrong with his request. First, there is a lot of orders going around, and fries are always serves last because you want to serve then the freshest. These would be old by the time his burger is ready.
Second, these fries should never hang above the oil, and I don’t quite remember why, but I know they wouldn’t be as good that way.
So I look back at him and try to tell him that he would get fresher fries than these, but I can’t say a word about the subject; he doesn’t let me talk and insist he want those and none others; he wants fresh fries.
Well, cue malicious compliance, I guess? I don’t insist and before making them pay, I go to the fries station, pick up the hanging fries, drop them in the pan-thing, add salt, toss them around, pick up the paper fries holder, make two servings, put them in the far back of the rack where they stand upright and stay hot. I then turned around to my coworkers and say loudly, “The fries at the back are for my order!”
This was the usual procedure for “no salt fries” and so I knew none of my coworkers would serve them accidentally. They were also perfectly positioned for my clients to watch them.
I then go back to making them pay, making their drinks, taking another order while waiting for their burgers.
As you can expect now, by the time their burger comes up in the sandwich drop, one or two more batches of fries had been fried and served while their two servings were safely waiting at the back, getting old for fast food fries.
I pick up their burgers, put them next to their drinks, and happily pick up those fries and put them right next to the burger.
Of course, he said nothing. She didn’t even look my way. He didn’t look up to my face, but I could see he was red and angry. But he knew there was nothing he could say.
Even my coworker asked me later why I had served them those fries, and she couldn’t help but laugh with me once they were gone when I told her the whole story.”
11. Use The Bathroom When It's Closed For Cleaning? Go Right Ahead
It’s closed for a reason.
“When I was younger (18/19), I worked at a fairly popular beach in my state as a supervisor.
My job included selling and checking beach passes at entrances, parking cars, and closing the bathrooms at the end of the day for cleaning. We closed the bathrooms at 7:00 p.m. every night, and there were three announcements made on the intercoms in 15-minute intervals before they were closed. Now usually, we would get our fair share of stragglers who would come right as the bathrooms closed. I would tell them, “The bathrooms are closed, blah blah blah,” and they would leave (some friendly, others not, all in a day’s work).
Well, one day, I come up to the bathrooms to lock the door at 7:00 sharp. When I entered the bathroom, the bathroom attendants immediately filled me in on what was going on. To be honest, I really wasn’t listening because the situation was pretty obvious. There was poop EVERYWHERE. The mirrors, walls, sinks, toilets, toilet paper, floors, EVERYTHING, was covered in diarrhea. A full-blown p**********n if you will.
From what I understand, a beachgoer on some sort of substance destroyed the bathroom at approximately 6:55 p.m. and ran out before anyone could say anything. Now look: I’m usually a pretty laid-back girl, so I said something along the lines of, “Well, whatever; we have a power washer connected to some pretty industrial cleaner and floor drains. Let’s get this done, so we can go home.” People suck sometimes, the offender was clearly battling an addiction, crap happens (literally).
I lock the door and put some gloves on. I start hearing banging on the door, so I walk over and open it to a line of angry Karens. The head Karen of the group starts asking if they can use the restrooms.
Me: I’m sorry; unfortunately, the bathrooms are closed and are currently being cleaned. They close at 7:00, and I can’t make any exceptions.
Head Karen: Well, we need to ‘go.’ Open the door.
Me: There were three announcements stating that the bathrooms were closing.
I’m sorry, but I cannot do that.
Here’s when things got serious. She and a few other Karens start pushing on the door to open it and begin calling me some of the most disrespectful names in the book. I’m holding the door and threatening to call security, especially because the poor bathroom attendants (a bunch of 16-year-old girls) are scared and unsure of what to do.
I tell the Karens to give me a second to let the attendants out and they are welcome to use our CLOSED facilities. The girls leave, I open the door, and they are met with the p******t crime scene of all time. They immediately evacuate the poop nuked bathroom in silence as I stood there acting like I was confused. Of course, I got some threats that I was going to be fired, but the next day, there were no complaints filed. Guess it’s hard to report someone for being accommodating.”
10. Fire Me Mid-Project? I'll Take All The Company Data
“I had been with the company since a month after the owner opened the doors of the company. I accepted the job as his only PC repair tech and onsite repair tech, which was paying 1/4 less than I could have been hired for at any other IT company along with an offer of 10% non-voting share of the company. The owner knew some IT but wasn’t able to do all the work, realized he would be office-bound and need to do a lot of sales/account generation, so he hired me to do the work.
Sure, I could have been paid more elsewhere, but here was the opportunity to get into the ground floor of a company and really have a say in molding the service side. I was in my early 30’s, so I thought it was a good career move. Yeah, I was being an idiot, chasing a dream. Whatever.
Now, moneywise, the owner had started out the business with loans from his father-in-law who ran a bank, a few other investors, and loans from the state he operated in.
I worked my butt off and was his “Joseph” (i.e. I ‘wore a coat of many colors,’ or ‘I did many jobs’). I was the Network Engineer / PC Repair Tech / Mobile Device Repair Tech / Field Service Tech / Onsite & Remote Network Administrator / Office Equipment Repair Tech / Security Camera Installation Tech.
I worked unpaid overtime. I worked at home when contacted directly by some of the clients.
I worked weekends. I even did an hour of work while on my honeymoon. When the radio station the owner was advertising heavily with had one of their Saturday time slots open up as the host of that radio show retired, my boss convinced the radio station to let us have that hour to run a talk show based on technology if he would agree to spend at least $25,000 a year in advertising with them, and guess who now had a to become a radio talk show host on Saturdays (unpaid)?
I was determined to prove my worth repeatedly and make him aware of how invaluable I was to the company.
Anyway, we did well, and we had grown as a company. From a three-man crew (owner and myself doing IT work, a part-time guy doing some paperwork/ordering parts), we had moved offices twice and expanded the second office into taking up nearly half the main building and all of a secondary office building behind the main building.
I was the head of the service department, which had grown to four other techs which I divided the work between (we now had two dedicated PC repair guys, dedicated network admin, and one onsite guy with me floating in between all of those jobs where needed). We had a small sales crew of 3, a receptionist/bookkeeper, and three guys who just did hotel wifi setup and security cameras.
The owner had tried taking on various things to make the company profitable as quickly as possible with varied success. I saw the books regularly, so I knew the PC repair and network administration was the most profitable part of the company, though we did have a few slow months here or there. Also, the hotel WiFi (with captive portal) was taking off, and soon, they had three more guys just doing hotel WiFi installations.
A month or two prior to our story, a ‘business manager’ was hired by the investors, over the objection of the owner, to slim down the business to only the profitable work.
Also, the owner had learned the local Xerox dealership was up for sale, and he thought that was too good of a deal to pass up and snatched it up without letting me know he was even thinking about it.
Just, boom, Monday morning, he announced we were the Xerox reps in the area. I was uncomfortable with the expansion knowing that Xerox wasn’t popular in our area. Ours was a Ricoh, Savin, Lanier area for office equipment.
The business manager and I butted heads a few times regarding the balance sheet of my department. He thought the business was overpaying the techs and myself (the techs already were being paid $3-$4 an hour less than what they could get elsewhere, and I was taking an $8/hour pay cut, while giving all kinds of free over time) that we were not generating enough new business opportunities (not our job — that’s the sales reps job to drum up business), not selling clients on any new equipment (not our job, again), and he had unrealistic expectations of how long our tickets should take to complete.
It was at this point when I knew, the end was near.
“You wonder why your workload is so enormous because your boss just laid off three-quarters of the whole office.”
It was a normal Wednesday. The IT meeting we had, like every other morning, went fine. I divvied out our work assignments, learned where we were at with our current projects and set expectations for what should be done by the end of the day.
Standard BS. Boss wasn’t there like usual, but it wasn’t cause for concern. Everyone went about their jobs, and I was in the field today.
I’m on-site working with a law firm client’s printer about noon, when I get a call from a Trucking Company client asking if we would have their new computers delivered today. They had purchased 10 new desktops, and one of the guys in the office would be finishing installing the client-specific software on them, then the field tech would swing by the office, pick them up and then deliver / set them up.
It was 15 minutes past the scheduled delivery time when they called.
I assured the client that they were next on the list of the other field tech once that tech was finished with the client they were currently with, and they probably got hung up at the job. I didn’t think anything of it. Sure, my co-worker was a little late, but he was reliable and hardworking.
If he was late, there was a reason. I tried calling his business cell, but it ran with no answer. Odd, but he could be in a bad location, might not hear his cell… Whatever. I leave a message and text for him to call me and go about my day. I called the receptionist who said that my co-worker hadn’t picked up the computers, but they were stacked up and ready to go.
I fix the printer issue at the law firm, but the lawyer needs me back before the end of the day to help with some data transfer that he needs done for a court case. No problem, I did an impromptu ticket and noted that in my phone, setting an alarm near the end of my workday to remind me.
I had lunch and went off to my next client.
I get onsite to another business and start fixing an issue they are having with their clothes embroidering machine (the heart of their business) when I get another call from the Trucking Company saying my co-worker still isn’t there and it is nearly 1:30 pm. I apologize, tell them I’ll get someone to deliver them immediately, and call my co-worker. Phone still is ring-no-answer. I call the client site he had been scheduled for, asking if my co-worker was around.
I was told no; he said he was called back to the office and would return shortly. He hadn’t completed the installation of anti-malware software on their computers yet and could they expect that done today?
I direct called one of my PC repair techs in the office. His cell is ringing, no answer, and no one is picking up the shop phone. Neither of the repair guys are picking up.
What the fudge is going on?
I called my boss, the owner, but before I could ask what is going on, he tells me he needs me in the office, ASAP. I’m on a client site… Their entire business is shut down until I can get this computer up and running, and this is one of our longest and most steady clients.
“Drop it and get back to the office.”
I arrive at the office, see none of my guys in the repair shop (lights are off back there), and walk into the owner’s office asking him what is going on.
Business Manager tells me that they are letting got the IT department. They have seen a slow down in IT work and decided that they were going to drop the IT department and go all-in for hotel WIFI/security and this Xerox dealership.
They let go the entire IT Department, and I was the final one they were letting go.
I tried to make a case for why this was a terrible idea and tried to explain all the work we had open (not to mention the dozen or so personal computers in the shop for repair and three mobile phones), but the die was cast, and I was out, and they didn’t want to hear anything I had to say.
Fired. No severance. No apology. No “Thanks.” Just a, ‘We don’t need you anymore’ indifference.
OK. My b***d was boiling as I feel like I had just been completely betrayed and blindsided. It was everything I could do to just keep my mouth shut…
So the business manager and the owner follow me back to my office, where I box up all my things (the owner has to confirm to the business manager that anything I was packing up, besides photos of my family, was really my property).
This is where malicious compliance comes in.
Now, per the Business Manager, before I could leave, I was to factory reset my phone before handing it in because he didn’t want any apps on the phone that I could use to back door into it once I was gone, and he wanted me to start a hard drive wipe of my business issued laptop for the same reason.
Yeah, he wants me to wipe my computer, without backing up anything, and factory reset my phone again without backing up anything. I tried to tell them this was a bad idea but I was told to just shut up and do it. When I tried to speak directly to the owner, I was again told wipe the computer and phone and leave the office.
I suppress a grin and do what he asks. Without a word, start up DBAN (Darik’s Boot and Nuke) on the laptop to wipe the main hard drive and the mirrored backup drive, I hand him the reset phone, move my boxed things to the front of the store, and then load my car, walking out the door without so much as a handshake from the owner.
“Take this job and shove it, I ain’t workin’ here no more….”
I called all of my co-workers directly, but only one of them is answering. He said all the guys thought I was part of them being fired and were angry at me, but when I said that I was just fired too, he went from being angry to shocked. He called up the other guys, so we all could meet up for a beer and talk, all on my dime.
So just after I get off the phone with him, I get a call from the business manager. I send it to voicemail. A few seconds later, I get the voicemail alert. He calls me again, and again, I send it to voicemail. The owner calls me, and again, I send him to voicemail. I then turn off my phone.
I met up with the guys, and they are understandably angry, but when I explain I was blindsided too, then the anger is redirected towards the owner and the business manager.
One of my ex-coworkers receives a call from the owner, which he picks up, listens to the owner, and tells the owner that “I don’t know. Go fudge your mother,” then hangs up. Owner was asking if there was any way to get ahold of me, to which I tell the guys what the business manager had wanted me to do to the phone and laptop.
Mouths drop open, and everyone is now laughing their butts off.
See, my laptop had all the user names and passwords, server IP addresses, and status for all the tickets for all of the clients. My phone also had all of that data and all the contact information that we didn’t have in the client hard files. We did have some of that copied to the main server and our ticketing system, but they didn’t know where the folder was on the main server (plainly labeled, by the way), and they didn’t know how to use the ticketing system beyond very basic stuff… and I wasn’t going to tell them.
When I turned my phone on later, I counted 30+ calls (voicemails) from the owner and Business Manager, including one from the embroidery business and the lawyer who heard I was let go and asking me to just come to finish the work I started, and they would pay me directly.
The voicemails from Business Manager and Owner went from demanding to frustrated, to angry and threatening legal action to pleading to offer me a 6-months severance and all kinds of incentives.
While looking, the owner called me again and I picked up.
It was the owner and the business owner who accused me of sabotage of the business, to which I pointed out that I tried three times to tell them not to wipe my computer or phone, but they didn’t want to hear it, so I did what they asked; however, I knew most of the information they wanted, but I no longer was employed by them, so I had no obligation to give them that information, but I’d be willing to if they agreed to put it into writing that I would get 6-months severance and all my techs got 3-months severance direct deposited into our bank accounts by Friday along with all Paid Time Off and unused Vacation time.
They pushed back and said 3 months for me and I’d get my PTO/Vacation payout with my normal paycheck. Told them have a great life, figure it out themselves and hung up.
A minute or so later they call back and agree to terms: They agree to what I propose, but everyone would need to sign a non-compete. That we wouldn’t try to open our own tech shops for two years and/or poach any businesses (they were getting out of the business IT/residential repair so that made no sense to me).
They also would hire me and two of my co-workers back as consultants at market rate for two weeks, starting Monday, to complete open projects and properly shut down the shop. Turns out, the law firm, trucking company, and the embroidery company were all threatening to sue for breach of contract as well as having some angry people with personal phones and computers in for repair.
So good to their word, we get our direct deposits in our accounts by the end of the next business day, and I show them on the server where most of the data was, where it was in the ticketing system and tell them that the rest of it is lost, and they will just need to contact clients as they needed it.
Monday came, and my co-workers and I who were hired on as consultants finish the open projects, get our pay, and leave the company.
So as you could guess, things went poorly for the company after that, and it was a combination of incompetents and fraud.
First, the owner wanted to have one of the sales guys take over the radio show (which he considers was his), but the radio station manager told him that no, the show was mine, I was the host, and that was that. Besides, he owed the station a few thousand dollars in advertising.
Yeah, seven years later, and I still host that hour-long radio show about technology on Saturdays.
Second, about 6 months later, the owner hired a couple new people back and tried to restart the IT side of the business. It went as expected: a complete crap show. The reviews and business rating went completely down the drain, and the investors grew angry with how the business was being run.
Third, the owner moved the business downtown about a month after the mass firing happened. I heard the rent was nearly double what he had been paying before, but they thought the new location would drive more business and make the company seem more successful. Doesn’t work that way, homie. It was there for maybe 9 months before moving to a tiny, tiny three-room office in the industrial district.
Third, the Xerox thing never made a dime for them. They lost a ton of money as they bought a number of business machines to show off in a showroom that received little to no traffic.
I went back to see my former boss, the owner of the business, about a year after this incident. It was him, a salesperson, and a part-time IT guy working in an office designed for 2 people.
He tried to hire me pretty much on the spot, but I turned him down and wished him well. I followed up a year later, and unsurprisingly, he was out of business. His creditors and some of the former business clients sued for ~$61,000 combined, and he also ended up owing an outstanding loan of $284,000 to the state, who also shut down the company (revoked its license) and ruled that the owner could never open another business in the state.”
9. Here's Your "Coffee," Sir
“Years ago I worked for the big Canadian coffee and donut shop, mostly working the evening shift. If you aren’t familiar with Canadian brand coffee shop, the cream and sugar are dispensed by a machine that is calibrated to an amount determined by corporate. If you are used to ordering at the fancy green place, or the running donut place, the number of sugar and creams you order may need to change depending on how much you actually want.
One night, we had these 3 bikers come to the drive-in, and you could tell they had been on the road for a while. Their ringleader was your stereotypical biker; tall, wide shoulders, big beard, covered in leather. His friends were shorter, but otherwise still had the whole tough but tired look going on.
My coworker was in the back working soup and sandwich, but it’s only three people, and it’s been a slow night.
No worries. Just need to get these tired boys some caffeine and wish them a good night.
Ringleader: I want an extra-large 12 and 12.
Me: Are you sur…
Ringleader: Did I stutter?
Me: Okay, but that’s only…
Friend 1: Did he stutter!?
No. No, he did not… So off I went to make him exactly what he asked for. Grabbed a cup and put it under the sugar dispenser while I pressed the times 3 button 4 times.
12 XL shots of sugar. Then I went over to the cream dispenser and did the same thing. Now, fun fact. The cream and sugars are measured to dispense 1/12 of the cup size you are selecting. So by the time all 12 shots of creamer were dispensed, the cup was basically full.
I stirred the creamy sugar mixture around before I poured an itty bitty splash of coffee in his cup, just enough to bring it up to the safety line on the cup.
I tried asking him if he wanted me to heat it up or anything, but I basically got the same exact run around from him and his friend.
Obviously, the guy knew what he wanted, and he didn’t need me to tell him what he was ordering. They grabbed the rest of their order and drove out into the night.
Now, you would think that was the end of the story.
The big angry biker man got his nasty sugar cream drink and left me sitting there wondering if the rest of the world had been drinking their coffee wrong this entire time. But no, I was lucky to be working the next afternoon when he came back in! Mr. Ringleader came back in all by himself the next day and shuffled up to the counter.
I could tell he must have been embarrassed because his voice was a lot softer this time; he knew he messed up.
The glorious aftermath is that he apologized and confirmed that the drink had been utterly disgusting. Turns out, he was used to ordering from the fancy green coffee place, and they use way smaller measurements for their cream and sugar. Once I knew where he was used to ordering from, I made him the approximately same drink using our measurements (roughly a triple-triple) and sent him on his way.
I only wish I could have seen his face when he took that first sip.”
Another User Comments:
“You could tell he was the big man in charge because he knew how to own up to his screw-ups. You did the right thing: warn once, warn twice, take the darn money and be off with them.” Stabbmaster
8. Make Me Pick Between My Job And The Military? Then I'm Gone
“I was active duty in the army for 3 years, and following that, shifted into the reserves for another 3 years. I was moving from one state back to my home state during the transition from active duty and needed a truck scale to weigh the moving truck before returning it, so I could be reimbursed for the move (the army pays you to move between duty stations and when you ETS from active service).
While looking for a truck scale, I found a place that I thought would have one, but it turned out to be a company that installed and certified scales. The branch manager and I hit it off as I was explaining what I was there for, and he said he would like to interview me for a job. SWEET! I needed something anyway to support my family, and the job sounded pretty exciting.
Within a couple of weeks, they had hired me, and I got started learning the ropes and getting the necessary certifications.
Things went well and I became one of the go-to guys when they needed some of the more intricate work done. I had several job sites I would go to on a regular basis where the customers loved me. You might be surprised at all the places where scales are used to measure products and sell things, from labs with tiny scales weighing to the hundredths of a gram to big truck scales installed at job sites to weigh debris from various construction projects.
The job was tough physically at times, but I actually really enjoyed traveling all over the state and getting to meet some really awesome people.
Fast forward a little over a year after I started at the company. Things had been going really good, and I was going to school in the evenings to get some education and further my career.
Now, sometimes the job required all hands on deck on the weekends for some of the bigger jobs, like truck scale installs at customer sites for one reason or another.
Normally this was fine, and there had never been an issue for me working the weekend, unless I had drill with my reserve unit, but the company was fine with that as long as I got the needed paperwork from my unit listing the dates I would be drilling. This all changed at the end of May after I had been at the company for over a year.
I had requested time off over the Memorial Day holiday weekend to take my wife to Myrtle Beach as a late honeymoon. The weekend before that, I had drill and so was also unavailable for work. The Thursday before these back-to-back weekends, which had been understood to be weekends I would not be available, my boss called me after I had left the shop for my jobs for the day.
Boss: Hey, I need you to tell me which of the next 2 weekends you will be able to work. We have 2 big jobs, and we need everyone available.
Me: Ummm, you know I have drill this weekend, and you already approved me being off next weekend to go out of town.
Boss: Well, I need you at one of these jobs. So which one will you be in for?
Me: I can’t this weekend because drill is mandatory, and if I cancel the hotel that I have booked next weekend, it is gonna cost me money in cancellation fees.
Boss: Look, we work in customer service; if you can’t be available to work, then maybe you should look for a job not in customer service. Call me back or let me know when you get back to the office which weekend you will be working.
This call was at like 8:30 in the morning, and I still had several jobs to do for the day. I called my partner and told her what happened and that I might just quit. She said I should do what I thought was best, and maybe it would be good to be able to focus on school more and try to find something where they were not going to treat me like that.
I spent the rest of the day contemplating what to do, and by the time I got back to the office that afternoon, I had made up my mind. I walked into the boss’s office.
Me: I thought about what you said this morning, and you were absolutely right. I quit.
Boss: Whoa, don’t be hasty. I can work it out so you are good the next couple of weekends and don’t have to worry about the jobs.
Me: I already made up my mind; you tried to hold the fact that I have drill over my head and make me work the weekend you knew I was taking my partner out of town.
Boss: Well, go home tonight and think about it and let me know in the morning after you have had some time to think.
I went home and gathered all my uniforms up, washed them, and removed my name tags.
I think he thought I was going to come back the next day and change my mind because he had been scheduled for several jobs solo that day when I arrived at the office. He was sorely mistaken. I turned in my uniforms, collected my tools, and left after he and the branch manager both begged me to stay, saying they didn’t have anyone to take my jobs, and I would be hurting the company if I didn’t stay.
I focused on school the next few months and wound up getting a job in IT where I was making a lot more money with a lot less stress on my mind and body.”
7. Don't Like It When I Put My Used Tampons Correctly In The Trash? Down The Toilet They Go
What kind of person can’t accept something as natural as properly disposed of tampons?
“Obligatory this happened to me ~8 years back. It was the summer before my senior year in high school, and my best friend at the time invited me to come to stay with her and her dad’s family in Florida for two weeks.
Much to my chagrin (on a beach vacation no less), I got my period. I had brought supplies with me just in case and disposed of them wrapped up in toilet paper in the lidded garbage can in the shared bathroom we were using as one does.
On the third day of the trip, her dad approached me to say that my friend’s step-brother, who lived with them, had “seen” my period products in the bathroom garbage can (like, were you digging around in there, ya weirdo?) and was disgusted by it.
He asked me not to throw them out there, so his son wouldn’t have to “see that” (again, a lot harder to see than to avoid, in my opinion, but I digress). I asked him where he suggested I dispose of my “disgusting” products then, to avoid upsetting his son. I thought it was a kind of ridiculous request since this is a natural body process I can’t control, but I wanted to do what I could since I was a guest there.
But this man goes “just hold it in until we go out to dinner or something, and throw it out in a public restroom.” Sir, you have a daughter. How can you not know that’s not how things work? When I asked him what I should do if that wasn’t an option, he said, “Just flush it then, so he doesn’t have to see it.”
Cue malicious compliance. Yes sir, instead of wrapping up my used tampon in some toilet paper and tucking it into the trash can (that has a darn LID), I will flush it down the toilet instead.
The first one went down just fine. The second time, it went down with a gurgle. But the third one made the toilet back up and overflow. I’ll always remember the sight of my friend’s dad pumping that toilet only for a partially dissolved b****y tampon to float to the surface of the bowl.
I went back to putting them in the trash, and he didn’t say another word about it.”
Another User Comments:
“Had a work colleague with 3 daughters who kept flushing their tampons, despite him telling them not to do so. He had expensive plumbing bills.” Zoreb1
6. Tell Me I'm Wrong? You Can Do It, Then
“Had my first day of physical college class today and we can only come back for practical classes for my science subjects, so no lectures.
I’ve never seen my classmates, only shared online classes with them previously, and only know their names but not what they look like. So today was the first time seeing them and the teacher split us into groups of 5 to do some preparation for a simple experiment (chemistry).
So what we were doing first was having a chemical with a known concentration and we had to dilute it to 4 different concentrations and we needed 250ml volumes of them.
So pretty much like a cordial drink, if you want it stronger you put more cordial into the water. So for this, you had to calculate how much chemical you needed and you put it into a volumetric flask which has a fixed and very accurate set volume (250ml in this case) and a thin neck at the top, so you can’t really make a mistake by overfilling it.
That’s what we’re SUPPOSED to do and anyone whos ever been to a lab and done the tiniest bit of chemistry in there would know it’s the obvious thing to do.
However, what my group was doing was putting the chemical into a conical flask, that stereotypical-looking flask in a lab with a very thick neck and APPROXIMATE values for volume. With a thick neck, you can remove 5 ml or add 5 ml, and it’ll look like it still meets the volume marking on the flask.
After adding the chemical into the conical flask, they diluted it with water to the 250ml marking and then putting it into the volumetric flask. By doing this, the difference in volume will keep making you miss the mark in the volumetric flask.
The teacher was crap, and the drawing she made on the board looked like a conical flask so I can’t blame them.
But I’ve done this before many times and assume they have as well but I guess not. So I explained the above to them and told them why it was wrong. And I was met with the faces of 2 members looking at me as if I had just told them the moon is really made out of cheese.
I am very shy in real life and wouldn’t talk if I didn’t have to and after telling them why it was wrong one of the 2 members that were listening just said no that’s not what the teacher said and she will just tell you to do it this way.
Fair enough go ahead. Then the second member pointed at the uncertainty on the volumetric flask (250+- 0.15 ml) and said see this is not accurate and then proceeded to point at the one on the conical flask and stuttered as he read 250 ml approximate value as if he read something in another language and still continued about the preparation.
They did it 2 more times, overfilling the volumetric flask, and they knew something was wrong.
I had nothing else to explain why it was wrong, so I just asked if they were sure they didn’t want to just ask the teacher. And this girl just turned around and said in the most condescending way, “oh my god can someone just please explain to him.” And the other guy tells me they’re fine and to maybe help the other members.
So I just shut up and let them do their thing, over, and over, and over, over again, and decided I’d go and help the other 2 members with another part of preparation while watching the first 2 members.
They did the same thing 8 times, measuring the volume of chemical in a measuring cylinder, going drop by drop at the end with a dropper to, you know, be as accurate as possible, and then pouring that into a conical flask, filling it with water, swishing it around, pouring it into the volumetric flask, saying a man, and then repeating another 5 times before going to the teacher in another room helping other students.
Not sure what they asked but like 10 seconds later, I hear the teacher shouting NOOOO from that room. She comes out of there and sees what should be just 4 volumetric flasks after what would take 15 minutes max were now 10 volumetric flasks on the table filled with varying intensities of blue liquid after over an hour of class and she says, WHAT THE HECK HAVE YOU GUYS BEEN DOING THIS WHOLE TIME?
I’ll again give them the benefit of doubt since we haven’t had a physical class in over 6 months and that high school (where you learn how to do these things) was even longer before that.
They were standing around the table and the teacher pretty much explains what I said and asked where the heck they even got the idea to use a conical flask from while I stood across them with a beaming smile under my mask.”
Another User Comments:
“I work in a commercial chemistry lab and the amount of people with science degrees that can’t use basic lab equipment astounds me, to the point now where if I get told a new hire has a Masters, I groan…” jooooolz2019
5. Add A Few More Screws Just To Be Sure? The Aftermath Might Not Be Very Fun
“Quite a few years back now, I was working as an engineer for a medium-sized (200-ish employees) company that made (among other things) industrial gantry crane systems. The company had no formal processes for anything, engineering specifications were always ‘subject to change,’ and every manager on a project always wanted to make their own mark on it to the detriment of functionality.
I had recently designed a crane control console which had been functionally perfect, but due to many late specification changes, some of the paneling was less well fastened down than I’d have liked – there were flappy bits that really should have been stiffer (maybe returns folded in down the edges) or could have had some additional anchor points. When the customer complained about the quality of the fit and finish of the console, my manager and I had a conversation that went something like this:
Manager: Hey, Ktundu! You know that console you made for XX customer? They’re pretty cheesed off about those flappy panels.
Me: You mean the panel next to the widget? The one which I changed two days before shipping because you decided you wanted a different-shaped widget?
Manager: Also, that panel on the side rattled when the twiddler twiddled. They hated that.
Me: You mean the panel I put through production the day it shipped to be bodged on-site because you forgot to tell me the doojimasquit had been removed?
Manager: Well, next time, just make sure there’s no possibility anything could flap or rattle.
I really object to being accused of incompetence when I’ve done a faultless job in the face of adversity. Cue malicious compliance. Next project on my to-do list. Think along the lines of an automated crane running on rails under a factory roof. Awkward place to get to for maintenance, particularly when there isn’t space for a catwalk, so everything has to be done with riggers on ropes.
My job was to design some of the crane control components.
Crucially, the control enclosure and maintenance hatch were some of the areas I had responsibility for. This didn’t need to be rated for use in explosive atmospheres, so I could have done a compliant job with a couple of screws. I used 96. Just to be on the safe side. Before issuing to production, I checked in with my manager:
Me: So I’m doing as you suggested, making sure I’ve got enough fasteners to stop this from rattling.
Manager: (without looking at my design) Well, just add a few more screws to be sure.
Me: Ok.
After this, I didn’t think any more about it; issued the drawings to production, product shipped off to the client on another continent, and (some months later when the containers had been delivered), we sent a crew out to install it.
Crucially, my manager was involved with the customer liaison side of the project so went with them. When the crew got back, I was called in by my manager.
Manager: You know the control system for XX customer you drew a few months ago?
Me: Yes. The one you were really sure shouldn’t rattle? Did it rattle?
Manager: No, but…
It turned out that each time we needed to make any modification to the programming of the crane, we had to send a rigger up the ropes to it.
This was expected. However, rather than whipping out a couple of screws on the front panel, the rigger had to remove the best part of 100 screws on four sides of the crane. This maneuver took the best part of 45 minutes rather than the 2 it should have taken. To make things worse, the O&M manual for the crane stated that it could only be operated when all covers, cowlings, fairings, and fixings were in place.
This meant that after any small modification, the whole thing had to be reassembled (another 45 minutes) before the effectiveness of the modification could be assessed. This meant the whole calibration and acceptance testing process took nearly a week rather than a few hours.”
4. Refuse To Enforce The Mask Policy In Your Restaurant? The State Will Find Out
“We have a statewide mask mandate. It is illegal for us to serve people without masks, and the only time it’s acceptable is when they’re seated at a socially distanced table and eating.
It’s been this way for over a year now.
Despite these clear rules, specified by our security at the front and by signs on the doors, we still get at least a few people a day coming in without masks. If they do this, we are instructed to tell them to wear one. If they don’t have one, we have some in the back and are supposed to offer it to them.
If they still refuse the mask, or pull some “medical exemption” bullcrap, we are legally required to tell them to put on a face shield or leave our property as we will not be serving them without one. Our store manager, however, told us that our district manager (DM) only wants us to take their order quickly, have it packaged to-go, and get them out of the store, rather than refuse service.
I went along with this for maybe a week, until we had two guys come in without masks. I told them to please wear one and they said “Oh, your coworker is getting us some.” I said alright and finished up their order. By the time my coworker came back and said we don’t have any more masks to give, I was already done and handing them their receipt.
I said, “I’m sorry, but we don’t have any more masks, so I’m going to have to ask you to wait outside. I know your number; I’ll bring it out to you.”
The guy replies, “You know, it’s illegal for you to tell us to leave for not wearing a mask.” I just kind of laughed because that’s ridiculous, and said, “No it’s not.” He goes “Yeah, it is,” angrily, and I reply, “No it’s not.
We’re a private business; we can refuse service to anyone for any reason.”
He gets mad, he asks to talk to my manager, I grab him, and they talk for a few minutes while I do other things. After, he asks me to talk to him in his office. He tells me the company policy; I tell him I’m not comfortable with potentially infectious people not only standing near me without a mask during a worldwide sickness, but standing near other customers, and refer back to our signs and state law as to why.
He says he understands, but that we’re a “customer is always right” business, and this is an extension of that. I fought back my logic and anger and prioritized securing money for bills and agreed. I specifically told him I’m not going to apologize for enforcing state law where I can, and he said he understands, and I went back to work.
Skip forward a few weeks.
I’m begrudgingly following policy for less egregious offenders (mask under the nose) but still calling out those without masks, as most of my coworkers are doing and agree with as well. It’s a weird middle ground of enforcement that only happens half the time, and if the customer is difficult, most of my coworkers just give up and move on.
One day our DM, boss’s boss, shows up to train an employee on being a shift manager.
The whole store acts differently when he’s here. It’s now less about “what works” when working and more about “follow exact policy” when he’s watching, which is all the time.
I’m on orders, and in walk two guys, yet again, without masks. DM is standing behind me watching others when I ask both of them to wear a mask. I can hear him behind me stop and watch my interaction.
They just outright refuse and start reciting their order. I don’t put anything in and tell them again to please put on a mask.
The DM literally pushes me aside, enters the food, runs the order, and hands them the receipt. He gives me a look like I’m in trouble; I give him a look like he’s crazy, and we don’t address it for another hour or two.
Getting in trouble with the DM is pretty much asking to get fired, but this was a hill I was willing to die on.
In walks a state auditor, dressed as a regular customer. Prior to my restaurant job, I worked in legal compliance for 4 years and dealt with state auditors almost daily, even doing their job for a few months. I know what they look like and how they behave and even swore I’d seen this guy once or twice before.
He comes in, orders simple, and goes to sit down near the counter where he can hear, and pulls out his tablet to take notes. He’s paying very close attention to everything in the back as opposed to texting and not hearing his number get called the first three times like a normal customer, so I’m convinced he’s an auditor.
As the universe aligns, in walks a family with sporadic masks.
Dad and his son have one; the mom and other son do not. DM is in the back watching the grill, so I take my moment and loudly ask them to please wear a mask. Mom says she and her son are medically exempt. I say alright, then you need to wear a face shield. She says that’s not part of the rules. I say yes, it is; we have a sign you walked past indicating such.
I smiled massively behind my mask when she asked for the manager to speak to and made sure to go get the DM. He walks up, talks to them briefly, goes through with their order, and sends them on their way. He turns and calls my name clearly, in view of all coworkers and the auditor who was very clearly paying attention and tells me to speak with him in the office.
He chews me out in the back about not following company policy and they switch my shift from orders to clean up in the dining area. I go out to clean and see the maskless family waiting for their food uncomfortably close to the auditor who’s now squished in his booth trying to keep distance, rapidly taking notes.
Maybe 10 minutes later the auditor gets his food and asks me a question before he leaves, “Were you reprimanded by your boss for asking them to wear masks?” he asks.
“Yes.” He blinked in surprise, “Who reprimanded you?” I smiled again, “The district manager.” He nodded, thanked me for the service and food, and left.
A few days later we had a letter, address by the state to our DM and our store, in particular, displayed on the board for all to see about the importance of enforcing mask policy and that if further infractions are incurred and policy is not enforced, we will be forcibly shut down.
My store manager never brought it up again when I and others ask customers to PUT ON A FREAKING MASK. I’ve seen the DM once since; he gave me an angry look and hasn’t said a word to me.”
3. Short Me $70,000 In Violation Of Our Written Agreement? Pay Up $1.8 Million
“A year out of school in the early-1990’s, I procured a job as a business analyst for a large, family-owned tech company. This business was located in the booming heart of technology at the time and was very profitable. As tech took off over the next decade, the company thrived and remained family-owned. They were a rich family and company who became exceedingly wealthy with a valuation/net worth in the high 9/low 10-figures.
The family that owned it was quite neurotic, very moody, and had a reputation as very ruthless (greedy) when it came to financing, deal-making, employees, etc. I truly believe this is what held them back from ultimately becoming a household name as a company.
As I progressed in the company, I gained more and more face time with the owners. I worked on some projects directly with ownership that really paid off and gained me even greater access to their inner circle.
Now, like a lot of people at the time, and particularly those who worked in tech, I was heavily invested in tech stocks. I discussed some of my investments and gains with ownership as casual conversation, though investing had nothing to do with my role in the company.
That is until one day in late-1999 when the owner came to me and asked me if I would invest some of his personal money.
He wanted me to take big risks to see if they would pay off using 1 million dollars of his personal money. I was a bit hesitant, but still being in my late-20’s and wanting to prove myself, I said I would. I asked for a written agreement where they acknowledged this wasn’t my role in the company, was a personal matter between the owner and me, and to document my compensation for this side arrangement (20% of all profits).
Around this same time and by working in the industry, I started to notice the weakness associated with a lot of tech companies. They just weren’t living up to their hype and stock price and some seemed like they were starting to run out of money. I had no inside information, just a strong sense of which companies were struggling based on my work in the business.
Based on this since I started using both my money and the owner’s money to short tech companies just after the New Year in 2000. For anyone unfamiliar with shorting, it means if the value of a stock decreases, the value of the investment increases. I had a few long positions, but my overall position was very short.
Since the owner wanted big risk and big reward, I used his money and obtained leverage or margin from the financial institution where I maintained both his and my trading accounts.
The accounts were separate but both under my name (again, I documented this and gained consent).
Well, both my account and his suffered some moderate losses in the first two months of 2000 before the bubble began to burst and both accounts, but his in particular, began to skyrocket.
In June, the company began to suffer a downturn. We were still profitable, but since we provided tech services and products, we were not immune to weakness in the broader market.
I had not informed the owner of my short strategy. He came to me one day and asked how his money was doing, saying he suspected it was way down like the general market. To his surprise, I informed him that while we still had some money tied up in options (puts) and shorts, but based on the positions I had closed, there was $1.35 million in cash sitting in the account that belonged to him.
Again, I still had a bunch of open positions which, if memory serves, were worth about a million on that date, but the positions I had closed had yielded $1.35 million in cash just sitting in his account (which was in my name).
The owner, either through ignorance or lack of attention, said, “Great, $1.35 million. Fantastic work in this down market. Will you please wire it to me?” I responded that I would but would be taking my 20% of the $350,000 profit, or $70,000, before wiring him the $280,000.
I also reminded him I still had open positions that had yet to pay off or close, but I didn’t state the amount. He, once again, appeared not to understand or comprehend the open positions statement, but instead totally focused on and became incensed about my rightful claim for $70,000. He went on and on about how times were tough, and I should be grateful for a job, particularly at my young age, and the entire $350,000 was necessary for him and the company.
I knew this wasn’t true based on my position within the company. Worse, this was my first time personally experiencing the greedy and corrupt nature that served as the basis for ownership’s reputation.
Now comes the revenge. Since, after two separate conversations, the owner didn’t seem to grasp that the open positions would yield at least some income, and thus additional profit, I decided not to mention it again.
I sent him back the entire $1.35 million and continued to manage the open positions to the best of my ability. And here’s the kicker: the owner never brought it up again. He seemed to think the $1.35 million payment was the entire value of the account and never understood or remembered that open positions still existed. He never asked for records, tax documents, or any type of audit or financials.
Given the fact that he was dishonest with me, I didn’t feel the need to disabuse him of that notion.
Ultimately, after a bit more net gain, I covered all of the shorts and exercised all of the options (puts in this case) for an additional $1.8 million. I worked for the company for 3 more years, and the owner never asked about it during my tenure, after I gave notice, or since.
I know it’s a bit crass and even shady as heck but given his dishonesty with me over the $70,000, I felt justified in keeping the additional $1.8 million. I paid taxes on the gain (long-term cap gain) and went on my way with a fantastic nest egg. Nobody has asked about it since, and I have only told the story to a few people (and even then only after the statute of limitations passed).
The final ironic cherry on top of this sundae is that during my remaining 3 years, I gained greater influence with ownership in position within the company because they considered me loyal for giving the $1.35 million back and not making too much of a stink about the $70,000 profit. Little did they know, I got the better of them. The company eventually folded due to family disputes, but my understanding is that ownership walked away in a very good financial position.
They likely could have been a much better and greater company had they not practiced the same dishonesty that they showed me with their vendors, clients, and employees.”
2. Write Me Up Over 3 Grains Of Rice? Good Luck Finding A Replacement
“This took place around 5 years ago in a third world country. I started an internship as a kitchen helper for a large hotel chain, and I was scheduled for 6 months of internship in order to get my diploma for a culinary course I was taking.
This happened around 5 months into my internship.
Given the job because of connections with the higher-ups. Has no experience running the other areas of the restaurant only one area. We have the Butchers, Bakers, Line, Cold Kitchen, and Banquet Kitchen. Never actually does his job just passes it down to his secretary. In all my time there I never even saw him cooking or anything related not even help out when we are understaffed and overbooked.
So, 5 months into my internship, we heard the news that the chef for the staff kitchen quit for “unknown” reasons. In comes the Executive sous-chef (Boss), he gathered all 4 of us interns and asked if anyone of us is brave enough to handle the staff kitchen, So I being the only one stupid enough asked to be the considered as a replacement thinking that if I do a good job, I would be absorbed into the company when my internship finishes.
He chooses me because I always go on unpaid overtime bouncing around the other areas of the restaurant to learn as much as I can. Even on holidays that interns are not obliged to work, I go in and work 16-20 hour shifts just to help the regular employees and learn. The regular employees already consider me as part of the team and actually cook in the line and not relegate menial tasks like peeling veg like the other interns.
So the next day, I start working in the staff kitchen. The work was simple enough. You get 3 hours in the morning to prepare 1 meal for all 150 employees of the hotel by lunchtime then prep for the next day’s meals. The other interns would take care of serving the other employees, and then the Stewards do the dishes.
I get by for 2 weeks cooking 150 meals rice, veggies, soup, and protein with only 2 home kitchen-grade burners and other faulty equipment.
(No wonder the last guy quit.) The floor drains would sometimes flood about 1-2 inches of water. The high-pressured wok burner is always out of commission; the fryer sometimes works. Every day, I ask for repairs from the executive sous-chef, but all I get is “deal with it.”
Here comes the day of the malicious compliance.
The day started as normal. I finish cooking before the lunch rush.
All the food is on the bain-marie, and I clean up in the kitchen. Lunch starts at 10 am for the employees because the restaurant staff needs to eat first before service. 10 am rolls around and still no sign of the interns that would serve the food, so no problem; I serve the employees myself and give a call to the restaurant to send down the interns.
A few minutes go by, and I get a call from Boss telling me that, apparently, the interns were busy in the restaurant, so I asked the restaurant staff who were about to eat lunch if they had any big events today, and they say that it is slower than usual.
So lunch rush arrives for the staff it is in full swing and still no interns.
I run to the back kitchen to refill the rice as I was in the back the staff tells me that there are not enough utensils. Usually, it is the steward’s job to make sure there are utensils for the staff so I call the restaurant to send down one of the stewards and they tell me that they can’t because they are down 2 people who recently quit.
So my friend from the restaurant sees me struggling a little, finishes eating quickly, and tries to help serve food while I wash dishes. In comes Boss he sees my friend serving food and me washing dishes, and he asks why we were doing such, and I say that the interns and the steward are not here. He goes into the back kitchen and looks around then phones the restaurant to send down the interns to take over.
He asks me in the middle of the lunch rush to come to the office with him. We sit down and he says that he is writing me up for having a disorganized and filthy kitchen. I say that it is not my problem when there is no other staff there to help me. He says along the lines of, “If you want to be part of this company, you have to pull your weight and be a team player under my leadership.
If you feel like you can’t take my type of leadership, then maybe you should rethink your career choice and not bother showing up tomorrow.” So after the write up, I go back down to the staff kitchen and check my back kitchen to clean up the filth he saw. Everywhere I look, I don’t see anything dirty let alone filthy except by the massive rice cooker.
3 GRAINS OF COOKED RICE. Boss wrote me up for 3 grains of rice. So I finished up my shift and went home.
The next day, I get a call from Boss on why I was late. My reply was, “I thought about your style of leadership and my career choice and wound up with that my this is not worth $1 and hour.” I hang up and turn off my phone then went back to sleep.
After I woke up, there were around 15 missed calls.
The aftermath: from my friend still working there when I left.
Apparently, he was trying to give my job to his friend’s son, and he was trying to make me quit. The already understaffed restaurant staff had to take over my work until his friend’s son came in a week later then promptly quit after 2 days.
For 2 months, the restaurant staff had to take turns and work the staff kitchen. Apparently, the staff cook before me was also sick of his crap and quit the same as the stewards who quit after. After I quit, 2 more stewards quit as well and some restaurant chefs. The restaurant was getting flooded with complaints of slow service, but Boss never got punished because of his connections.
At one point, the restaurant was running on 1/3 employees needed to run it.”
1. Sure, I Can Accept All Returns And Never Make A Store Goal
“This happened over 4 years ago.
I used to work for a retail company that was pretty small. They sold women’s clothing. Since it was a pretty low-volume location, their goals were often very low on some days ($800-1,200).
We had very little foot traffic, and this wasn’t always an easy goal. (This is important later).
As many people in retail know that there are many returns that are made daily, and this can impact your goal at the end of the day. Also, many people make a living of buying things online at one price and repurchasing the same items online once they go on sale.
Once they purchase the new items at the lower price, the shopper will come into the physical store to return all of the items from their initial online purchase. This is allowed and is a very well-known practice. It’s pretty obvious to the cashier what’s happening because there are multiple online receipts and large amounts of products being returned. This also is a long process and results in hundreds of dollars being returned. I had one woman who would do this constantly, and everyone on our team knew what was going on when she came in with her huge bag of returns.
Let’s call her Meggy Lou.
As an assistant manager, I would often attempt to salvage the return by suggesting new items for exchange so our store wouldn’t take the hit of this large return. I guess this was very annoying to Meggy Lou, and she would get physically annoyed every time I asked or suggested we could exchange her product for another size or find her a new outfit.
So much so that Meggy Lou ended up complaining to my boss about me.
After this complaint, my boss scolded me and told me to just accept all returns since it “doesn’t come out of my paycheck,” and all I needed to do was add all of the customer’s info to the system, so the company has a record of the return, “the company will handle it from there.”
Onto the malicious compliance, one day I’m the only assistant manager working, and my manager is bombarding me with messages all day asking for an update on where we are at in our goal. An hour before the store closes, we hit our goal and my manager is extremely excited. ON COMES IN MEGGY LOU WITH HER BAG OF RETURNS. She came in super smug knowing I was just going to do her return and let her go.
I didn’t fight it at all. I did it with a smile on my face because my boss told me to just do it since it “doesn’t come out of my paycheck.” Our goal that day was around $1,000, so we made just by the skin of our tails. Meggy Lou’s return was a little over ($1,200). Due to Meggy Lou’s return, our store ended up in the negative for the day.
Not my problem, not my paycheck.
The next day, my boss wrote a long email to our district manager letting her know what happened and explaining why we shouldn’t be allowed to make those returns at our store or that online returns should only be done online. She even showed it to me as though she was doing me a favor or having my back.
We still had to do returns and that women kept coming back to our store and ruining our goal every day she came in.”
