People Tell Us Their Wild Revenge Stories
16. Dump My Daughter While She's In The Hospital? I'll Mess With Your Place
“My daughter lived with a guy for over a year.
The relationship looked solid, despite some serious OCD that he refused to get treated for. He seemed nice, and he made good money. I was thinking, ‘This kid may be my son-in-law someday. Okay, she could do worse.’
Earlier this year, she had to have minor surgery, and the incision got infected. She was on her third stay in the hospital in less than a month.
We were taking turns staying overnight with her, and it was her partner’s turn. After she got to sleep, he packed up his stuff and left in the wee hours of the morning. She woke up at 4 am, when they came to take b***d, and found him gone.
He had sent her a text breaking up with her. She called my partner, who called me as I was on my way to work. I turned around, called into work, and picked up my partner. We spent the day at the hospital comforting my daughter and calling her ex names.
Two weeks later, she’s out and healing, and he texts that he has packed up all her stuff for her to come to pick up. There had still been no communication from him besides texts. Freaking coward. I take her and two of her friends to go get her stuff while he’s at work.
While there, we took our revenge.
He’s a neat freak, so I made sure that every picture hanging on his wall was slightly tilted, his blinds were open (he always kept them closed), and pulled up to different heights. I rearranged the items on his dresser, emptied the ice trays in his freezer and put them back in empty, and broke the tips off all the pencils in his pencil holder.
I moved the bookmarks he had in some books, including the one he had in a dictionary. That one, I moved to the Cow-page, and highlighted the word ‘coward.’ I unscrewed about half the lightbulbs in the apartment, I unhooked several of the clips holding his shower curtain, I hid his only pair of oven mitts and unscrewed the lid of his salt shaker.
I went into his carefully organized closet and got a pair of khakis. I pulled them off the hanger, turned them inside out, and rehung them on a hanger covered by a shirt, then put the hanger on the rod backward. We also ate the key lime pie that his mother made him that was in the refrigerator, and my daughter rolled every pair of clean socks he had in the litter box, then folded them and put them back in the drawer.
My daughter tells me her friends were impressed with the lengths I went to: ‘Your dad’s a savage!'”
Another User Comments:
“This is the kind of father that I want to be.” Prison_Suitcase
15. Steal My Partner? I'll Give You Anxiety For Half A Year
And you can keep his leftovers; he doesn’t want them.
“In the late ‘90s, I was serving as an active-duty U.S. Marine Infantryman and was in what I consider to be the first serious relationship of my life.
Said relationship ended when she decided that the lies and attentions of one of my platoon mates were preferable to being with me, and thus two-timed me.
I was emotionally impacted about as one might expect but thankfully had many good friends to lean on to get over my upset.
Unfortunately (or fortunately, depending on your view), this took place just before our unit was set to deploy to Okinawa for six months.
If I may be indulged a short digression, the individual she chose over me was not only a liar, he was weak.
Oh, he could carry his combat gear, but mentally and such, he was almost the softest person I have ever met. He also couldn’t fight his way clear of a thin layer of newspaper left in the rain for three days.
On the other hand, I had been training in martial arts for nearly a decade by that point and spent two hours after work every day keeping, and building those skills.
Putting these two facts together results in a fairly obvious power dynamic that didn’t favor him… and he knew it.
By all accounts, he went to Okinawa afraid of what I might do to him while we were there. This was not aided by the fact that I constantly had my fellow Marines telling me that I should pound him into a greasy smear in the mud, that he deserved it, and that he specifically deserved it from me.
Several, in fact, offered to do it on my behalf, thinking that I was afraid of reprisals, especially since he was one rank higher than I was… at least for the first half of the deployment. In fact, my own squad leader went so far as to specifically order me to ‘go beat him up.
I’ll take the hit for it.’
‘Sergeant, you don’t want to give that order.’
‘Yeah, I do! Why not?’
‘Because… if I let that part of me out… I won’t stop, and you won’t be able to stop me.’
‘… oh……..’
To the Marines that offered to go after him for me, I asked them not to, assuring them that I was handling it in my own way.
You see… the boy was petrified of me. He knew that he’d done me wrong, and he knew that should a reckoning come, it would be on my terms, and he’d be helpless to stop whatever was to come. In fact, he was so scared of me, that one day when he did still outrank me, he happened to be having a conversation with our Battalion Commander when he saw me approaching.
Now, I wasn’t going to be disrespectful to the Lt. Col. by any possible stretch… but I certainly wasn’t stepping off the sidewalk for Judas, so I simply walked straight… and he stepped – near jumped – off the sidewalk to get out of my way.
The look on the B.C.’s face, having watched a Corporal step aside for a Lance Corporal is one I will treasure for the rest of my days.
Don’t misunderstand: I was utterly professional when it came to work. Whenever I was required to interact with him in a training exercise, or if we were standing watch at the same time, I would interact in strictly professional terms and vocabulary, and ONLY on situations and subjects that were necessary.
In all other ways, I regarded him much as you might regard an ant racing across a sidewalk.
The day I was promoted showed a marked increase in his fear, as he probably believed that the disparity in rank was the only thing keeping his teeth in his head, and he somehow seemed to keep an even lower profile from me than before.
All of this was going exactly according to my plan. You see, I’m more than intelligent enough to realize that a physical altercation may be temporarily satisfying, but it comes with consequences; not the LEAST of which being that to indulge in such would be to go against every lesson my martial arts instructor taught me regarding proper conduct and use of martial arts skills.
Furthermore, Gentle Reader, keeping the lad in constant fear for SIX MONTHS was far more delicious and rewarding to me than any beat down could ever be.
This all culminated in a short encounter that I will never forget. After returning to the States, I began preparing to transfer to Twenty-Nine Palms to train to become a Computer Repairman – didn’t take me long to realize that dodging bullets for a living, ain’t much of one – and had turned in all my field gear.
Then the new B.C. decided that he wanted to take the battalion out for a 12-mile hike. Someone realized that I could stand barracks duty, freeing up the guy that had been scheduled to go hike… because those in charge in the Infantry are jerks.
Fast forward to the end of the hike, and I see Old Spineless approaching the Duty Hut. Now, I can not, to this day, explain how I knew it, but something in his approach told me that he was coming to discuss something with whoever was on duty.
I could barely see his face, as he was hunched over (more than usual) with exhaustion from the march… but somehow I just… knew. He turned the corner of the doorway, raised his head… then his eyes swelled wide open, and without missing a beat, he took two steps in place to turn and continue down the hallway, as if he hadn’t stopped at the Duty Hut at all.
At first, my reaction was ‘Did that REALLY just happen?’ Then I realized that I was about to let a truly golden opportunity pass me by… and I started laughing. Loudly. From the gut.
I wanted my laughter following him down that hallway. I wanted him to KNOW that what he did hadn’t gone unnoticed, and that, by laughing, I was laughing AT him for his cowardice.
That was the final encounter I ever had with him. From there, I went on to be a reasonably successful I.T. professional, eventually met my beautiful woman, and have a lovely home, and two amazing daughters.
The best revenge I ever took was to not do anything overtly against who wronged me, instead choosing to live well.”
Thank you for your service.
14. Won't Move Your Backpack, So I Can Sit? I'll Make You Miss Your Stop
“I live in a small European country where public transport is the easiest and most convenient option to get from A to B. The trams in my city have a variety of seats. Single seats, seats for two, and seats for four (two seats facing each other).
I have noticed that in the past few years, people have come up with the most annoying habit to sit on the seat on the aisle seat and leave the window seat free. This always annoys me, especially when the opposite two seats are occupied. So when you want to sit, you have to climb over people.
Last week, during rush hour, I entered a tram, and there was only one seat left. It was a window seat (of course), but it wasn’t really free. The guy on the aisle seat had his backpack on the seat next to him. People have their stuff on the seats all the time but usually move it when the tram starts to get full.
Every decent person would do that, right? Well, not this guy. So I walked up to him and looked at him with my most judgmental expression. My coworkers tell me all the time that I’m extremely good at making them feel guilty by just looking at them.
But it didn’t work with this guy. He chose to ignore me. Usually, I don’t have a problem with telling people how stupid they are, but I didn’t say anything. I’m not sure why. I just stood there, blocking the aisle, and staring at him.
Two stops after I got in, he wanted to get out. Now I was still there, in the aisle and blocking it. He grabbed his backpack, stood up, and looked at me. I noticed it and… chose to ignore him. A few seconds of him staring at me and me ignoring him passed before he said, ‘Excuse me?’ and I moved so he could pass.
The thing is, the tram doesn’t stop for very long. Usually, especially during rush hour, people make their way to the doors even before the tram stops. But this guy didn’t. I can only guess he wanted to have his backpack enjoy the experience of blocking a seat until the very last moment.
He only got up after the tram stopped and then had to have me ‘excuse him’ so that when he arrived at the doors, they were already locked.
I tried to keep my grin at a decent level when I took the seat at the window.”
Another User Comments:
“Something similar happened to me. There was this woman who was sitting alone in this 4 seat section on the aisle side with her legs tucked under the seat in front of her. When I sat down diagonally from her, so across on the window seat, she did not take away her legs to let me in.
I let it slide since I thought she might not have noticed me at the time because she was on the phone talking in a different language. When more people came she still didn’t budge. The woman who sat down across from her had to keep her own legs in the aisle, blocking people walking by.
The seat next to her was only reachable by literally climbing over her legs and the legs of the woman across her.
So when my time came to get out, I did not climb; I straight up walked through her legs taking them with me, almost making her fall off the side of her seat.
And then I carefully climbed over the legs of the other woman who now would have space to store her legs.” KatieLostSoul
13. Keep Trying To Take Advantage Of Your Group? I'll Pair Up With You And Make You Fail The Class
“I’m a great student who was regularly at the top of the class all through school.
Naturally, group work was the bane of my studies. I happened to have a few classes in high school with this guy named Myles, who did basically nothing in every group we ended up together in (and those in which I wasn’t with him), and every one of us who did the work really resented him.
I was assigned a group project in Geography that was fairly grand in scale. Myles was in my group. Hurray. I told him very clearly that I expected him to chip into this project, and he agreed because it was worth such a large percentage of our overall mark.
Week after week, I would ask him how his share was coming – the project was largely independent of the other parts of the project, and we gave him the lightest part of the project to do – and he would shrug and say it was coming along alright.
He skipped class a lot, too, so it was rare enough to see him as it was.
Of course, the week before the project was due, I’m collaborating with everyone to bring the project together and do some editing and formatting, and Myles is nowhere to be seen.
Great. We let our teacher know that the section we had given him might be a little rushed, but the teacher is somewhat unsympathetic. Whatever – I get it done, though it’s a lot of time and effort on top of everything else. We submit it (and yes, his name IS on it, though I didn’t feel it was particularly just), and do very well.
But we are… angry. He pulls this sort of nonsense in other classes, too, and it’s maddening to see him get away with it.
The semester goes on, we get back more tests and assignments, and I casually ask Myles how he does on his tests/assignments – just like students compare marks like normal, no big deal. I start recording his responses.
I compare his responses to the class syllabus, which indicates the allotment of percentage points. Myles does not have a good track record; he has several zeroes and mostly failed grades, aside from our large project. He currently has (I estimate) roughly 45/85 points, which means the most he could get in the course is 60/100 (if he were to get perfect on the last assignment – there is no final exam).
I have 80/85, which means the most I could get is 95/100.
Aside: for some ridiculous reason, Myles is angry every time that he comes to class and comments that it is ridiculous that he is failing this course. Apparently, he thinks he can just scrape by and that it won’t make a difference one way or the other – perhaps it’s true in some cases, but I’m not sure how he expected to pass his courses when he wasn’t doing the work.
Anyway, the last project in this Geography course was yet another group project. This time it’s to be done in pairs, though. Well, when I heard our teacher introduce the project to us, the Grinch in me got a wonderful, awful idea. Myles had skipped class yet again that day, and so I innocently volunteered to be his partner.
My teacher gave me a quizzical look but shrugged and said it was fine. When people asked me why on earth I volunteered to be his partner, I said it would be just as easy to do the entire thing myself how I wanted it to be done rather than having to collaborate with another person (which is often true).
Later that week, Myles showed up to class and our teacher informed us that he was partnered up with me. He was so clueless, and that’s exactly how I wanted it.
Just like with the larger project, I give Myles a significantly easier part of the project, worth no more than a third of the marks.
I periodically ask him how his work is coming along, and this time he actually shows me his progress! He knows he’s going to fail unless this project is completed, so he’s actually trying, it seems. He sends me his work to compile with my own and be edited – it’s not very good, but it’s competent enough.
I keep it exactly as is without editing and put it in the binder we’ll be handing in.
The assignment due date arrives, Myles shows up, which I actually wasn’t counting on, and I hand in the binder that contains all of our work… which is everything Myles did.
And nothing more. The majority of the assignment, which I had volunteered to do, is completely absent. I didn’t lift a darn finger for this project.
Myles failed the course. I got my 80. How could it have been any other way? He could not have possibly achieved a passing grade in the course based on the mark breakdown.
Failing the course messed up his schedule for future years slightly, and we never had a course together again. He was angry at me but we never spoke again. I gained a reputation as an effective but slightly Machiavellian group member for the rest of high school.
The end.”
12. My High School Sweetheart Told Me I Could Do Better (And He Was Right, So I Did)
I guess she should have listened sooner.
“My partner and I were together ~8 years, from age 16 to 25. We owned a house together and had 3 dogs.
It was a bad relationship, but I honestly didn’t see it and didn’t know better. He was super manipulative, and he spent all of our cash on booze. I supported him both financially and emotionally through years of depression, anxiety, ADHD, AA meetings, periods of unemployment, college, etc. We spent years in therapy (both individual and couples).
Turns out for the last 5 years of our relationship (starting around the time my father passed away and I was grieving), he had been having online-only intimate relationships with other people. I finally found out about all of it when he told me he was leaving me, as he was finally able to entrap one who wanted to be with him and would take care of him financially, so he didn’t need me anymore.
This woman was quite literally twice his age, living 9 hours away from us/our families/our lives, she was married and had a 12-year-old child. But he was going to move in with her and live his life “in love, finally.” He said I was the reason for all of his problems, I caused his depression and anxiety, I was what drove him to drink, I was the toxic one in the relationship.
I did tell him that he was making a mistake and that I was the best thing that would ever happen to him, but I was ready to get rid of him.
I gave my ex some cash, and he signed over the house to me.
I kept the dogs. I also got to keep all of our mutual friends. My ex went to live on his one childhood best friend’s couch for 3 months while he planned his move to live with his new love.
I watched via social media for 3 whole months as Ex got into a social media official relationship with this woman.
They met up at least once for a weekend. Her man moved out and took the kid. Ex set up a move transfer with his work. Ex and woman broke up, they got back together. Woman came to visit and meet Ex’s awful mother. The kid and partner moved to a multi-hour plane ride away.
Woman posted about how great Ex was and listing off all the nice things he did for her – very specific things he used to do for me (like reading her Alice in Wonderland at night as she fell asleep — really, Buddy, you couldn’t even pick a different story?) They broke up and got back together on social media 2 more times (I think?), and then finally they broke up for good at the end of the 3 months.
Last I knew/saw, Ex had started smoking, had gained at least 50 pounds, has a nasty beard, lives in a trash apartment that is the cheapest he could afford in town but also still costs more than our mortgage did, never stopped drinking, and still spends all his time hanging out in his one online community and has no in-real-life friends.
He was still lying to people about being vegan. He never finished his bachelor’s degree and still works in a low-level position at the same company.
I got promoted at work, got married to someone new, and I bought a new house, adopted a 4th dog, I lost 20 pounds, my in-laws don’t totally suck, we’re planning to grow our family.
My partner and I communicate, and we talk about our conflicts, and we resolve them. Our bedroom life is darn incredible. And most surprisingly, when all my cash isn’t being spent on booze, I can now afford nice things for myself. I am quite literally the happiest I’ve ever been in my entire life.
Ex follows and likes pictures of my dogs on social media, so I know he knows how I’m doing. And honestly knowing that he sees how much better off I am without him is truly the most satisfying.
My ex used to manipulate me when I would bring up issues in our relationship by saying things like, “I’m not good enough; you deserve better” as a way to get me to stop bringing up the issues I was having, while also ensuring I could never expect anything from him.
Turns out, he was right. He wasn’t good enough, and I do deserve better.”
11. 20 Years In The Making
“Some time back I was hired to a company by a CEO, I had previously worked for someplace else. He was a good friend, so when his newest company wasn’t achieving sales, he headhunted me to join the new one.
The company hadn’t made a sale in two years. In year one, the software product was in beta, so it wasn’t ready to be sold. In year two, they realized using the tech staff to make high-end sales to C-level executives was the worst sales model one could conceptualize.
In general, and there are exceptions of course, these two personality styles don’t speak the same language. Tech people talk tech. Buyers talk benefits and how the potential product fills needs. I bridge the gap well by translating tech-speak into natural conversational language so buyers better understand how their needs will be filled.
The job was an hour and a half drive one-way from my home so the CEO said I could work from home as long as I kept the sales management tool current (it’s where you keep the notes of each prospect’s status), came to important meetings and made sure the executive team had daily sales reports.
The first month, I made the daily 3-hour commute because I needed to have solid, constant interaction with all the departments to rapidly form my sales strategy and develop a two-way confidence level with the section heads.
Once I had a handle on things, I was ready to launch my sales plan.
In the meantime, the CEO hired a VP of Sales (Karen) who started four days before I hit the ground running to get in front of buyers.
She was a VP coming from the banking industry and had a long career in sales and marketing in finance products.
I hated her from the moment she arrived. She knew nothing at all about tech, and I spent a lot of time trying to orient her which wasn’t ideal because I needed to work on my sales strategy. They brought her on board because she had strong experience gaining financial investors.
Nevertheless, I forged ahead. Traveled to a target state and spent 19 days crisscrossing it. When I came back, I had 17 contracts from buyers totaling about $2 million in sales. My CEO was overjoyed.
Fast forward six months and now working from home, I’m rocking and rolling.
Sales are strong. CEO is happy. Good things are happening.
Karen has landed an investor willing to drop $6 million into the company, and they are coming into town for a discovery meeting. She asks me to drive up because they specifically want to meet the salesperson.
Seconds before walking in the door for the big meeting, Karen pulls me aside and says she needs me to back her up on a lie she has told them. Basically, she doubled my sales numbers. I told her there was no way I was going to do that.
She says the CEO has okayed the lie.
We get to the part in the talk where the investor is looking over my inflated sales numbers on the prospectus, then directly asks me how many sales I’m making a month. Karen is behind him waving her arms, but I was having none of it and answered truthfully.
He looks askance staring at the document which has the false number listed, while she’s giving me the stink eye behind him.
No one says a word. Dead silence.
I ask to see the document and fates have aligned allowing me to solve the dilemma.
I explain the first two numbers were transposed (they correlated well to my real sales versus inflated sales if you flip-flopped the first two digits.) The potential investor is satisfied, and we move on.
Switch gears. About a week later I was meeting with the CIO in his office and he referred to my ‘big chest.”
I’m no shrinking violet but it stunned me because it was so unexpected.
That night I was chatting with my BFF who happens to be a lawyer and told him about it in casual conversation. He said I should tell the CEO so he can address it.
Thinking along smart business practices, I decided to tell Karen to whom I directly report as proper protocol since we don’t have an HR department yet. Side note, I also reported directly to CIO as a boss since my role was a muddy mix of sales and tech.
The next day CEO calls me, and I take him through it telling him it’s no big deal, but to make sure he talked to CIO, so it didn’t happen again. He says he’ll do it right away.
Two days later, I check in with him, and CEO still hadn’t talked to CIO because the investors were in town.
I gently push him to get it done and casually mention my best friend who happened to be a lawyer was the one who urged me to tell him because ‘Any good CEO would want to know about it.’ I reiterate I’m not mad or upset.
The only word he heard was ‘lawyer.’
He went nuts that I was bringing a lawyer into the mix. Now, this guy was my good friend. We’d worked together at two companies for years. I calmed him down (or so I thought), explaining that I only wanted him to talk to CIO.
I also told him I HADN’T brought a lawyer into it, that I had been innocently chatting with BFF who just happens to be a criminal defense attorney. He seemed okay, and we hung up.
The next day, I’m working as usual, and I get a call from an attorney who explains the company has hired her regarding my harassment claim.
I’m flummoxed and adamantly told her that was not the case, that I had no claim against the company. She said otherwise.
And that’s when everything changed. Dramatically.
CEO was furious with me for bringing this on when investors were looking at us.
His reaction set the tone which filtered down. The company began to retaliate against me. Karen now made it her mission to make my life a complete mess: ‘Forgetting’ to tell me about important meetings I was supposed to attend, freezing me out when I was in the office, telling me I could no longer even speak to CIO (a problem since I’m selling a multi-million dollar tech product needing his input AND I directly reported to him as my other boss), denying me a long-planned, approved vacation, basically anything she could devise to mess with me, she was gleefully working it.
Coinciding with this was a serious health problem I developed ultimately requiring surgery. My illness had no impact on my work as I was able to work from home which made things easier on me health-wise. Karen then decided that I need to come to the office every day despite a 3-hour round trip commute.
Now I know you’re thinking why didn’t I just leave, get another job somewhere else…
I needed health insurance. There was no way to turn around another job fast enough, and I had a complex surgery scheduled requiring 3 surgeons for my procedure.
My doctor gave me a note for them which released me from having to make the daily commute, so I could continue to work at home.
As long as my work didn’t suffer, they legally couldn’t force me to commute especially since working from home was a part of my employment contract from the outset.
The night before my surgery, Karen calls to tell me they’ve canceled my health insurance.
After hanging up with Karen I collapsed on the floor in a faint. I was so, so, so sick, and mentally exhausted from all the stress.
The next morning, the CEO frantically calls asking to talk to me. My mom refuses to let him. I’m on official leave as of that morning and we’re heading to the hospital. CEO had told their lawyer about canceling my health insurance and she chewed him a new one telling him it was illegal. They immediately reinstated my insurance.
In the two weeks I was out, my mom had found a lawyer for me as it was clear shenanigans were going on. I still needed them as an employer because I was in no shape to rigorously job hunt while recovering.
Turns out, all the stuff they were doing to me is illegal. Companies aren’t allowed to retaliate against employees when they report nefarious acts against them.
I met with my new lawyer who said I had an excellent claim for retaliation and took me on. He said I had to continue working there while he did his thing to stay within protocol while he filed the EEOC claim.
Now it’s time for me to return to work.
The company had relocated (planned) during my absence and Karen refused to tell me where so I couldn’t come back to work. The company lawyer told them they HAD to tell me so Karen gives me the wrong directions, making me late on day one.
I walk into the new office, and it looks like any other place except for one thing. There is a wide-open area directly in front of the CEO’s glass office with a single desk in the middle of it. Welcome to my new desk.
Also, I wasn’t allowed to do sales anymore. In fact, I wasn’t allowed to do anything, at all, period.
They had hired a bunch of new people and they treated me like an outcast. Turns out, Karen had gone to them telling a pack of lies and if they know what’s good for them they’ll stay away.
Since I had nothing to do but couldn’t just sit there aimlessly, I worked on documenting everything being done to me per my lawyer’s advice. I was meticulous in my note-taking.
Karen began writing me up. Stupid stuff like not answering my phone on the first ring and for asking questions during company-wide meetings, asking to see my personnel file which employees are legally entitled to do although not entitled to photocopy any of it.
Each time she wrote me up, I had to sign the write-up. There was a space for me to reply to it so I consistently wrote, ‘I do not agree with this assessment.’ It infuriated her so much, she wrote me up again for writing the statement that I didn’t agree with it.
There were several instances where she called me into her office and literally began screaming at me loudly and enthusiastically. I wouldn’t engage though; my standard answer to everything was ‘OK’ which made her apoplectic. At one point, she’s inches from my face screaming, her face beet red, and I just sat there with a dreamy expression whilst envisioning her blowing a vein in her head.
I infuriated her with my equanimity.
Still and all, I was in it to win it at this point. It didn’t matter what new humiliation they dished out. I took it all with a bland face, then went to my desk and documented it in my notebook.
She loathed my notebook, sure that I was doing exactly what I was doing. Documenting. Because it was my personal property though, she couldn’t take it from me. I had to carry all my belongings with me everywhere (company-wide meetings, the bathroom, lunch) because I caught her one time going through my desk drawer… In my dang purse!!!!!
(Although it gave me great joy to write a note reading, ‘forget you’ which I left in my backpack and jerry-rigging it, so I could tell if she went into it…which she did).
I withstood it all with a brave face only breaking down once I left for the day.
My attorney took a lot of sobbing phone calls during this period.
Finally, the day comes that my attorney has what he needs and I can resign, better still, he advises I don’t have to give a two-week notice. I come back from lunch and type up my letter with one sentence, ‘I resign immediately.’
I take it into the HR guy (who also took part in their evil machinations) and hand it to him. His mouth forms an O shape and he half stands up from his chair as he reads it. He looks up and I give him a smile and say bye-bye just as sweet as pie, walked out the door, and drove home feeling mighty fine.
One month later, my lawyer and I are at the EEOC office along with the CEO, Karen, and their lawyer so the EEOC can review my claim.
In my state, you can’t just bring a lawsuit against a company for things like harassment and retaliation.
Claims must first be evaluated by the EEOC, and then if they determine you have enough grounds to file a lawsuit, they issue a Right to Sue document.
My lawyer presented my case logically and forthright detailing all the evidence. It took him 40 minutes to go through it all.
Then they presented their side with allegations of my poor employment along with their ‘evidence’ which were all the copious write-ups Karen had written. EEOC asks about the timeline of the write-ups inquiring if they were before or after my claim occurred. Karen wearing a smug self-satisfied smile states they were all prior to my claim as noted by the dates on each document.
EEOC Lady looks at my lawyer. My lawyer looks at me. I look at Karen then serenely pull out MY photocopies of the documents. Whilst handing them to EEOC lady, Karen barks, ‘She’s not supposed to have those! They’re company property!’
I show EEOC lady that the dates have clearly been altered by Karen.
(She had made copies with the dates blanked out then backdated them.)
You see whenever she wrote me up, I had to take the document personally to the CEO to put in my personnel file. Along the way, though, I stopped at the copier and took copies.
She never knew I was doing this.
You could’ve heard a pin drop.
EEOC Lady reviews the copies then slowly sets them on the table. She didn’t say a thing for a long time, then she spoke. I can remember her words exactly to this day.
‘I’ve seen a lot of ill-treatment and illegal undertakings by both employees and employers, including forged or altered documents, but I have never seen someone so incredibly stupid to present documents this easily disproved. Not only are employees entitled to receive and keep a copy of formal write-ups but reading these ridiculous allegations, it’s obvious you are trying to manufacture your case.’
She went on to say I had a clear case for a lawsuit, and moreover, I would win it. She recommended their side go in another room and determine a settlement amount to pay me immediately or risk the lawsuit.
They went to a nearby office and I could hear the lawyer dressing them down.
Words I heard included, ‘lied to me… Lied to EEOC… Presenting false documents… Broke so many laws… Figure out a number big enough to pay her so this doesn’t go to court because you will lose.’
They came back with a $50,000 offer which we accepted. My lawyer and I left then did a football touchdown dance in the parking lot.
Looking up at the EEOC window, I could see Karen in the window looking miserable and crying.
She had just been fired.
I’m not a hateful person. I get mad and get over it. But… for Karen, I nurtured hatred and vowed to one day get revenge, so I kept tabs on her and discovered she opened a finance marketing company after she was fired. Then I waited a year before exacting my petty delight.
For the past 18 years, I’ve executed a wonderful, soul-refreshing project. Each year I go to her website and write down all the work email addresses and phone numbers for the employees. Then I subscribe to them all to ‘get more information’ from places like online schools, online insurance companies-all those scam aggressive organizations that keep your contact information longer than a gypsy curse while trying to sell you stuff.
The last few years, I’ve subscribed them to an email bomb service where the service takes the address and instantly subscribes it to 1,000s of newsletters, request for more information feeds, and other online buyers of email addresses for marketing services. I tested it with a burner email, and it wreaks havoc on your inbox with thousands of emails received within seconds, and they never….
ever… stop…
You literally have to close down the email because it can’t be salvaged. Each year when I go to collect the contact information, all the emails have been changed to new ones.
Last year my cousin took a job in the same building.
I enlisted her help, and she made it a point to befriend a receptionist working for Karen. After executing my yearly plan, my cousin went to lunch with her. The receptionist was in a foul mood and explained the entire organization was in disarray because IT had to redo all the emails again.
‘It keeps happening over and over and nobody can figure out why.’
She said the owner (Karen) has had to get her cell phone number replaced 3 times because of all the texts and phone calls she gets whenever it happens again. (Sometimes Karen would have her phone number on the website which I duly subscribed to everything under the sun.)
The best part for me was hearing how she lost a mega client because they felt the company was in too much turmoil so often.
The thought of this keeps me warm and cozy at night, and I sleep so very, very well.”
10. I Might Not Make More Than You, But I'm Sure As Heck A Lot Happier Than You
“I was with my ex for seven years. Two of those years, we were married. For the entire seven years, he was two-timing me. I’d catch him, he’d make up an excuse and for some stupid reason, I’d go along with it and forgive him.
He’d reach out to exes of his constantly… He had friends and family cover for him when he didn’t come home or didn’t answer. I thought after we got married it would stop, but no, caught him after that, too.
He also was the WORST with money.
He made good money because he worked on oil rigs, and then my dad helped him get hired on at a really nice job at his refinery. He spent every single cent until his next paycheck, every. time. When we got engaged and moved in together, I tried to budget or keep track of when bills were due, so we could get a handle on the spending.
Somehow, he still spent all of his/our money… To the point we embarrassingly had to ask our parents for money to cover bills too often. I remember specifically this one time that because our money was so low, I decided to hold off on paying a $200 bill of some sort for a week until the next paycheck, so we would have money for groceries.
I wasn’t happy about it, but we needed to eat, and I thought we could catch up. I checked our joint account the next day, and it was negative. My ex had bought a $400 watch because it was “on sale” from normally being $900. He was very materialistic, without the capital to back it up.
That’s when I realized it was never going to change. I went from having fantastic credit to terrible credit with him because he’d do things like this. He once found a gigantic couch we did not need but convinced me to put it in my name.
Guess who kept the couch when we split and promised to pay, but didn’t pay it, so it got closed out?
He also never wanted to leave our hometown while I had dreams of living in bigger cities. He wouldn’t even leave the state for vacation.
Specifically, another city 3 hours away from where we lived. I also wanted to continue my lifelong passion for acting. I took a hiatus to get a marketing degree but knew that’s where my heart and soul lie. At first, he encouraged it, but the second I started actually doing well, he lost it and told me I had to choose between him or acting.
I eventually chose acting. I took the $200 from a recent gig, opened my own bank account, and moved 3 hours away to that dream city and just hoped it would work out.
We met up once after separating and I distinctly remember him being condescending and saying, “Hope you’re happy with your little coffee shop job.
And your ‘acting.’ I bet you don’t even make a fourth of what I do.”
And you know what? He was right. I didn’t… But I felt so much richer. I bought what I needed, paid my bills, and saved the rest. I got a passport, took a cool freaking vacation to Banff, and I spent a lot of my free time either hiking or acting.
I lost about 30 lbs and was in the best shape of my life. It was phenomenal. I felt like I didn’t even need a partner; I’d never be lonely because I’d always have my art. Then of course, as soon as I’m cool doing life solo, I met my current partner.
We have a little boy who is our world.
I have freaking thrived, y’all. I have an awesome part-time marketing job that technically pays more per hour than what my ex makes and allows me the freedom to film when needed. I was able to save up several thousand dollars to make a film that is quite literally, my heart and soul.
Not only did I act in it, but I wrote, directed, and produced it. Every penny spent on it feels amazing and worth it. We just completed it today and are submitting it to film festivals.
My ex remarried less than a year after we were separated. They had a baby a few months after ours, and last I heard, he’s still reaching out to exes when he’s lonely.
Oh, and he gained a lot of weight. Who knows about his credit and spending habits — I can only imagine.”
9. Narcissist Sociopath CEO's Company And Love Life Come Crashing Down
“I was working at a startup company in the Silly Con Valley. Yes, so many startups back then were just silly cons, in my humble opinion. During the dot com boom, it was very difficult to find good people to hire and even more difficult to retain them since there were a lot of very well-funded startups throwing tons of stock options at potential employees.
In my first six months on the job, I filled all 40 open positions in my department, which was amazing when the labor market was so tight. Over the year that followed, my department’s attrition rate was zero. Not a single person left, despite the tempting outside offers, because I treated them with respect, making sure they were constantly enrolled in training courses to make them even better at their jobs, only constructively criticized people in private, and made a point of recognizing everyone’s accomplishments very publicly.
My department was fiercely loyal to me and to the company and we shone brightly. Another department manager said it was well known throughout the company that my department was ‘the shining gem at the heart of the company.’ Not bragging here, but the point is that my performance and the performance of my team were outstanding, which will be important in the next paragraph.
Okay, maybe bragging a little, but we really did kick butt and there was no excuse for what the CEO did to me/us.
The company was run by a CEO who had no people skills and he tended to hire people into his inner circle who were narcissistic sociopaths, like him.
One of these lovely and charming miscreants eyed my department with envy and immediately after being hired, began to challenge me and attempt to embarrass me or insult me publicly, much to the delight of the CEO, who was uncomfortable with someone on his team managing differently than he did (treating people with respect, versus ruling through threats and intimidation) and being so successful.
I think it also made him uncomfortable that although my department was very loyal to the company, they were even more loyal to me. So the CEO egged on this miscreant; let’s call him ‘Michael’ (obviously not his real name).
Shortly before the company was set to IPO and my shares were likely to be valued at $1.8M, the CEO announced a reorganization which put Michael as my boss, between me and the CEO.
It was an absurd move, the sole purpose of which was to make my life awful. I think the CEO was convinced that I’d have no choice but to stick around and be tortured if I wanted those stock options to be worth anything, but happiness is much more important to me than money, so I quit right on the spot.
Everyone was shocked.
My team frantically begged me to stay so they wouldn’t have to deal with Michael, but I explained to them that whether I stayed or not, they were going to have to deal with Michael if they stayed at the company.
Within a month, over half of the 40 people on my team defected to our largest competitor, whose IPO actually did make some folks rich. As for our company, after having lost so many good people and under the brilliant leadership of Michael and the CEO, our IPO was canceled and the company died a long, slow death.
If that were the revenge part, that would be a boring story. Maybe it is anyway. But here’s where it gets kind of fun. Michael was a womanizer. A married womanizer. I knew a woman whose best friend started seeing him, without her realizing who the guy really was.
So I asked to speak with her. I asked her, ‘What did Michael tell you his marital status is?’ She said, ‘He told me he’s divorced.’ I corrected that notion, ‘Nope, he’s separated.’ Next, I asked, ‘How many children did Michael tell you he has?’ She said, ‘Michael doesn’t have any children.’ I corrected her again, ‘Nope, he’s got six kids.’ Finally, I said, ‘How old did Michael tell you he is?’ Aghast at what she’d heard already, she replied, ‘Michael told me he’s 40.’ I replied, ‘Nope, he’s 50.’ Then I told her what he’d done to me and to others at the company.
Well, my remaining spies in the company told me that Michael was moping around the office, looking like he was ready to cry for weeks after that incident. So I asked them why he was so forlorn? ‘Because this smart, kind, beautiful woman that he wanted to marry broke off their relationship without explanation.’ Michael had no idea that anyone had spoken to his partner and was truly baffled that she just ghosted him after that.
Now here’s the even more fun part. In a few weeks, that startup company is holding a 20-year reunion, and guess who’s going to be there? Yep, Michael. I’m planning on waiting until he’s holding court in front of a lot of people, and I’m going to walk right up to him, interrupt him (as he loved to do to me), and let him know that it was me who told her the truth about him.
I cannot wait to see the look on his face. It’s going to be hard to contain my glee.
Kind of hoping he takes a swing at me. I’d love for him to wake up in jail…”
8. Showing My Ex What True Love Really Looks Like
Making him jealous while teaching him what love is in the process.
“So I had a really good friend and she was deeply madly in love with her partner for about 3 years! I mean it was a serious relationship. I had seen the way that he had been treating her, I wouldn’t say it was the best. She was known by us as giving a lot in a relationship, so we called her The Giver.
We had warned her that he was acting weird and didn’t seem to be really deep in the whole thing. We had a lot of fights about it until we stopped because we were all tired of the same old story.
One day, she came to us crying.
He had broken up with her saying that he was still in love with his ex and she couldn’t give anything more. (Funny how he came to that conclusion after 3 years of being in a relationship). Even though I wanted to scream I TOLD YOU, we all tried to calm her down but things got worse within days.
She wasn’t coming to hang out with us anymore, she tried to keep us away and every time we tried to approach her she would kick us out of her space.
Then after a month, she came back apologizing, we hugged tightly and everything was fine, at least in the beginning… After a week we were all partying and she kept saying that she didn’t even care about him anymore.
Then, the second a guy asked for her number she started swearing and crying, we were all shocked when she even pushed that guy. He called her crazy and left. After that, she went back home all alone and she wouldn’t let us come back again.
IT WAS LIKE LIVING A TEEN DRAMA! This whole situation kept going on for like a year, and we were trying to be there when she needed us but we were leaving her the space she needed.
After a lot of drama, tears, and pain she came back all recovered.
I mean she was a new person like nothing had ever happened. And she was good, she started going out again and after some failures and really funny bad outings, she found true love! George. He is really a nice guy and we all appreciate him.
Though karma is true as people say. After 3 years, her ex called her back while she was in love with George. ‘I want you back, I am done with my ex, I never really wanted her. I was being a jerk, and I know years have passed but I am still here and through that, I understand how much I want you, how wrong I was.
Shall we meet? I really need to talk to you.’ He begged. She was like, ‘I see. Sure let’s meet, I have forgiven everything.’
So that happened. They met.
Except for the fact, she went there with her new partner who by the way was also in on the plan.
Her ex was shocked as she told him, ‘Let me introduce my partner George… you said you wanted to talk to me. I hope it’s not a problem that George came with me, we go everywhere together. As you understand it’s because he knows what he really wants and he is sure about me, he never doubts his feelings for me, he never needed to go through a phase to love me better.
But tell me what did you want to talk to me about?’ He was still, couldn’t even talk and then here he goes saying ‘You know what I am happy for you. See you around.’ We couldn’t believe our sensitive giver was sooo strong now!
After a month while she was out with her partner she met him in a club with his new partner. They all said hi.
‘We should go to a movie all together,’ she said
‘Well maybe one day,’ her ex replied.
“Tomorrow is fine?’ George asked.
“Actually tom-…’
‘YES, YES. TOMORROW IS FINE!’ screamed her ex’s new partner.
Her ex sent a message to her before the night out. ‘We cannot go out together, I am still in love with you and she is not even my partner. I was trying to make you jealous but I can’t go on, just give me a chance.’
She called him back and started laughing, ‘You haven’t even changed, huh? Honey, I am really sorry for what you are going through but you are going to keep living this nightmare. I really love my man and I finally found what true love feels like.
I am sorry and I hope the best for you.’ And she hung up.”
7. Don't Want Us To Build A Carport? Kiss Your Townhouse Goodbye
“This played out some 3-4 years ago when my parent-in-laws bought a new car.
Because my father-in-law (FIL) wanted to protect his investment a little better and have it protected against the elements just a bit better, he decided he wanted a carport built over on his driveway. Added bonus, he was always able to get in dry. It rains quite a lot where we’re from.
As one does when wanting to build an addition to your house/property, he applied for a permit. I don’t know if this is how it goes everywhere, but here they request lands in the local paper and in the city office for neighbors to look into and are able to object to this if they have a valid reason.
You guessed it, one neighbor did object to this.
The reason? It’s blocking sunlight to his house. Worth mentioning that the only sunlight it could possibly block was that of the teeny tiny window in his front door. Through that window was his hallway of about 3 square meters, and it is where they hang their coats, and their staircase to the 2nd floor is there.
Then there’s a door to his living room that is always, obviously closed.
Petty as can be.
Thankfully, the city council found this to be petty too and granted the permit to my FIL, so not long after we start to build, and in 2-3 day’s time, a very nice carport was built.
For the sake of the neighbors, FIL even had this sort of skylight inserted, so some sun came through. He tried to do the neighborly thing, so he still had his sunlight.
Everybody is happy. Well, not so much.
The first thing that happens is when a friend of FIL is installing a gutter pipe to it, and he puts in 2 screws to fasten it against a wall.
This is the neighbor’s wall, you see, that is a brick wall of his garage. He goes berserk to my FIL’s friend how he could do this and that it is a crime committed to his property, and he will get the proper authority alerted to this, yadda, yadda, yadda.
The offer to take them out and fill them up again with some plaster or whatever is too little too late. The guy does it anyway and finds another way to fix the gutter in place.
Second thing, a day later, my kids were playing there with a few friends, and they come in a bit frightened because Mr. Neighbor is on his side of the driveway looking angry with a measuring tape and a large poster (property plans).
They brush it off as just another crazy act of his (he was known for some crazy antics in the street anyway) and think nothing of it. That is until a week or 2 later, a letter arrives from some city authority that an audit is taking place in a few days because the carport we built exceeded a whopping 2.5 cm onto the neighbor’s property/ground.
Yes, he actually objected to this and fronted the money to have this audited. The audit takes place, and turns out, the jerk was right, and as petty as the auditor found it, there was nothing he could do but order my FIL to take the thing down and start again.
(Simply putting the pillars a little more back onto their own ground wouldn’t do it because the roof of it fell a little over the pillars to the outside making it 1 cm extra exceeding property lines).
Now I have never seen my FIL angry, ever, and I know the man for a good 16 years now.
So he called around to my brothers-in-law to tell them what happened and if they could help take it down; it had to be within an X amount of time too because he had to pay Y amount of money for every day it was up after.
BIL came over right away to check it all out and starts searching for the property plans online. He has my FIL search for all the paperwork he has that came with the house which as it so happens included enlarged property plans because when they bought the house, we had also extended a piece of the house to have a larger kitchen.
(Now I have to note here that my BIL is an engineer in infrastructure as his job, but he knows a lot in other areas as well and also has a very keen eye.)
He starts measuring for himself with some special equipment he uses in his job too.
I don’t know what it is all called or what it does exactly, but at first, it must conclude the jerk next door, and the auditor was right. No real surprise. But then he notices something when he opened up the gates adjacent to the carport which is the entrance to their backyard and starts laughing.
He then asks me to go all the way to the back of the yard and hold some yellow block thingy (that catches a laser beam) as far as I could to the very right through the bushes.
I push it through some thick bushes/plants (my FIL will kill me for not knowing, but I don’t know what all that green was), but then it reached bricks, the townhouse of mean neighbor.
He calibrates the thing, and it beeps and again started laughing. “Well, (FIL’s name), we’re not taking anything down.”
Turns out, the townhouse of lovely Mr. Neighbor, his very beloved townhouse I might add, exceeded property lines into my FIL’s side.
Not by 2,5cm, no, a whopping +18cm to be exact.
You wouldn’t see it because there are all these bushes/plants/trees in front of it, but it is definitely exceeding it big time.
Now, it wasn’t a simple case as in telling neighbor it did and trade keeping the carport for keeping the townhouse because, first, they had to check if they had grounds to do so.
Don’t know how it works exactly, but first, they had to find out if there had been a prior written/notarized agreement between former owners of both houses that the townhouse was built on that ground with permission, and when that wasn’t the case, they had to find out if somehow over the years it had become perfectly legal for it being there.
(The law here can be weird about that.) But they did ask the auditor if the carport could stay up for at least as long as it took to find that all out and he agreed. Of course, it ended up that it wasn’t in any way legal or a prior agreement, nothing.
So then it became the standoff we hoped for. I’ve never seen anyone so bitter by agreeing to something, but the carport still stands and so does the townhouse.
For unrelated very sad reasons (which I won’t disclose, but we ended up feeling very sorry for them), they moved 3 years later and we now have the nicest of neighbors with a kid mine plays with to this day.
While talking to BIL about this, he told me that the neighbor after all of this had tried to claim a certain amount of money from the friend/contractor that had placed the gutters and drilled two holes in the wall of his garage. The ones he had plastered after the screaming match of it being illegal. He claimed that water was now seeping through them effectively being a leakage.
The contractor friend even tried to be friendly, still, offering he’d take a look and if true repair it immediately. Neighbor refused. Shocker!
Also learned they (neighbors) had moved to an apartment complex. I feel for his current neighbors.”
6. Trash Our Relationship? I'll Trash Your Fantasy Football League Reputation
Any football-loving man would be LIVID.
“Once upon a time, there was a young lady that we’ll call Casey. Casey had a lot of appreciable qualities, and was very witty, and had a good sense of humor.
Unfortunately, Casey was also a bit insecure and managed her insecurities with dishonesty.
To tell this story the right way, I need to mention that it all started at my first computer programming job. With respect to college, I was a bit of a late bloomer and graduated with a Computer Science degree in my early 30s, at which time I was immediately hired by a modest little organization in Pulaski, Tennessee.
Casey worked there as well, and rather quickly, we learned that we had a lot in common. We both loved football, though I was mostly interested in college football, whereas she was very passionate about both college and pro, as well as fantasy football. At any given time, she could tell you just about anything you wanted to know about NFL players, past and present, and had a remarkable understanding of the game in general, which is not what I’d call pervasive among her gender in our locale.
So yeah, we went out, had a lot of fun, and started seeing each other. The football part is quite relevant, but we need to put that on hold for now.
At work, we had this neat messenger application, useful for communicating with co-workers. Casey was outgoing and was messenger-friendly with all the guys she worked with.
One day, out of the clear blue sky, she walked up and noticed that I was messaging a female co-worker. It did not go over well, at all. I immediately reminded her that she routinely messaged male co-workers and that it would be an unacceptable double standard to expect me not to do the same.
In hindsight, I think the problem was pretty obvious. The lady I was messaging with didn’t have the few extra pounds that Casey had, and was more accomplished, and arguably a little prettier. Whatever the reason, it was a problem, and I wanted to do what I could to resolve it.
The at-work messenger issue eventually bled over into Yahoo Messenger, and unfortunately, things got ugly and equally petty. Frustrated, Casey finally made the decision that she would prefer to stop using messenger altogether if that’s what it took to keep me from using it.
Sure, whatever, so we agreed that we wouldn’t use it, and ceased all messenger activity.
Almost as if on cue, within 3 days, it was brought to my attention that she was using it again. (Raise your hand if you’ve ever gone out with someone that thought the rules applied to you but not to them.) So, without so much as a conversation about it, I resumed using messenger and struck up a conversation with the aforementioned lady until I was sure that Casey was aware of it.
That resulted in a rather fiery confrontation on her part, at which time I called her out on using it after we agreed not to.
Of course, she denied it but quickly backpedaled when I provided proof that I had been keeping it in my shirt pocket, metaphorically speaking.
Her next move was to try and restore the agreement to not use messenger (yes, I realize how this sounds), though I saw that one coming as well, and insisted that if we did, we’d exchange Yahoo login info, which would mean that we’d have access to each other’s account (and activity information), which would prevent her from being able to effectively lie about it.
Surprisingly, that pretty much solved the problem for a while, at least with messenger-related double standards.
Over the next several months, the lying continued in many other areas, and to absolutely ridiculous proportions. She seemed convinced that a lie is just as good as the truth as long as her statements couldn’t be disproved, and literally operated that way on an ongoing basis.
On no particular day, or for any particular reason, I decided to log in to her Yahoo account, and as expected, she was again engaged in all the messenger activity that she wanted me to agree not to do.
I politely asked her what it was all about and if I had misunderstood our agreement.
Her explanation was absolutely comical. ‘I gave my login info to everyone in my Yahoo pool league (billiards) because I’m the only administrator.’ Well, how about that. Her male co-workers were supposedly sending messages to her Yahoo messenger application, not knowing that they were actually communicating with people they didn’t even know from Casey’s Yahoo pool league.
(I’ve heard some paper-thin ones before, but that takes the cake.) I said OK, smiled and nodded, and went on, business as usual, and into my shirt pocket that one also went.
You may recall the football part from earlier in the story. Well, here’s the relevance.
For the benefit of those who may not be privy to the fantasy leagues, it’s actually a pretty big deal. It takes literally weeks and weeks of choosing players, managing your starters, analyzing performance, player trading, etc., so it is very, very involved, and your team’s results actually do depend on the real-world performance of NFL players.
Making it to the championship game in your fantasy league is not just big, it’s huge. One very important detail is that you choose which of your players will start, and you are required to select them prior to midnight before the next day’s game.
Well not all that long after the Yahoo Messenger episode, Casey’s fantasy football team landed in the championship game. As I mentioned, she was great at all-things football and had effectively worked her way up to first place in a fantasy football league of 20+ participants, all of which, other than her, were men.
This was a great source of pride for Casey. To kick all the men’s butts at their own game? To her, that was something that money couldn’t buy. She was also very likely to win it all and was arrogant about it. For a solid week before the championship game, she pranced around the office as if she was the Moses of football.
Did I mention that this was… Yahoo Fantasy Football?
I don’t have a clue why I woke up at 11:45 pm that night, nor why it occurred to me to do it. Maybe it was all the expensive outings and dinners I paid for, all the Christmas and birthday gifts I bought for her two children, or maybe it was all the dirty jobs I did around her house.
I can tell you for a fact that when someone works for a living and spends their money taking their significant other out every weekend, they don’t typically appreciate being lied to, especially over petty things like messenger conversations. So, I got out of bed, logged on to her Yahoo account, and benched her entire team.
Afterward, I literally watched the seconds tick off until the clock struck midnight. The Cinderella championship story was now over, and in its place – a dark version of Pinocchio.
The next morning, well before the game even started, she called me, absolutely furious, accusing me of benching her team.
How did I respond? Poetically, I lied. Further, I mentioned that not only did the 10 or more people in her online pool league have her login info, that they were also apparently messaging with the guys she works with (also in the fantasy football league) so it was probably one of them that was responsible.
Of course, she knew that wasn’t what happened, because the pool league story she told me wasn’t true in the first place, and she knew I knew that.
Later that day, her Fantasy team suffered a humiliating defeat. Gone was the arrogant attitude, the pride, the bragging rights, and about $200.
Unfortunately, all I got for my time and effort was a story to tell, and I regret having ever been involved in any of it. But at least the hardest lesson landed in the lap of the liar.”
5. I Took Revenge To Get My Stolen Package Back
“So I live in a duplex in a nice neighborhood, but the people who live upstairs have some sketchy friends.
So naturally, I installed a doorbell cam as I like to order online frequently.
Well the other day, I received an early package that I was not expecting to get for another day or so. It was a really busy day in the house too, so I wasn’t checking my phone for a couple of hours, and I wasn’t waiting on a delivery.
Anyway, I checked my phone eventually and saw that I had a few doorbell cam notifications.
I checked the footage, and it showed the delivery guy dropping off a package, taking photo proof of delivery, and walking away. He didn’t knock or ring the doorbell.
I saw that happened 2 hours before this point. I ran outside, and the package wasn’t there. I then checked the footage again, and it shows that one of the upstairs neighbor’s “friends” (dealer) took the package and drove off with it.
His car was parked in front of my door.
So I have evidence of this happening.
My partner was angry about this, so he went upstairs to confront the neighbors and find out who he was. We reported it to the police with picture evidence since I couldn’t send the video because they didn’t accept video files on their website.
I also pointed out who it was exactly.
They called back the next morning to tell us that they couldn’t read the license plate number, so this wasn’t enough “evidence” to do anything about it. They offered to call him and ask, but for what?
For him to just deny it? So that went nowhere. I also told them that I have actual video footage, but they brushed it off and made it sound like it was just a waste of their time.
They didn’t care. (This is why people don’t report packages getting stolen to police.
It doesn’t help anything, even if you have the evidence.)
So what did I do? I made a short video on how this guy stole my package, showed the evidence of my package being delivered, the email saying it was delivered at the time stamped on the doorbell cam, and then the guy stealing the package.
I posted his face and social media at the end of the video and posted the video in a couple of groups based on my city with over 11k people in them.
It got a huge reaction, of course. People were angry that the police were useless in this situation and the fact that this guy is a porch pirate.
Then I got a PM from a woman that knew him.
She was upset, angry, and shocked. She said that she reached out to him and showed him the post and gave him trouble. I’m not sure who she was to him, sounded like family.
She was sad that he wasn’t doing “so good” again. She made him bring it back right away.
So I got my package back within 2 hours of posting that video. I did take it down after I got it and thanked the girl.
It’s pretty sad that you gotta resort to social media instead of the police to get any help like this – quicker too.
I had all of the evidence to back it up.
When the guy showed up, he looked shook. He really didn’t wanna be blasted like that, and it sounds like he got in trouble with people around him. The neighbors upstairs probably did too.
They had to hear it from my angry partner. He’s a big dude. The thief said he felt like a fool and was apologizing and all that. Probably going home to get yelled at more. He has children too. It sounds like he is dealing with some stuff in his life, but it still doesn’t give him the right to take other people’s things.
He got lucky with the police.
I’m glad I got my package back though. Never thought I would see it again.
After I deleted the post, I was thinking maybe blasting him on social media like that and having his family and friends see his face like that would have been worse than the police because you can always deal with the police behind closed doors and not tell any family and friends who actually care about you as you would feel like garbage for disappointing them or having to deal with them “lecturing” you.
Especially if you’re in a position where you hit rock bottom at one point, get help and support from people around you, and they are watching you get better and then slipping again right in front of them. That’s gotta be at least a little heavy.
But then again with the police, that petty theft would be on your record, which will cause trouble later down the road…
Either way, I got my package back, and I hope he gets some help or something.”
4. Getting Two Higher Ups Demoted
“I’ve had migraines since I was 13, now 41.
I used to work for one of the big 4 credit card companies ages ago (been at my current job for almost 15 years).
At the time of this story, I had worked for the company for about a year, and due to the 2001 events that hit the economy, in order to keep my job, I had to switch departments.
They had done a re-org of the department I moved to, and I had recently been moved onto this manager’s team.
She had several issues with me that included:
My eyes can change color based on how I feel.
My eyes may not always be the same color.
I am a 42H, and she was barely an A.
I qualified for FMLA (She had been declined due to repeated fraud).
I ended up handling all TTY calls and relay calls for the center due to previous training and they didn’t have to train someone else on the TTY machine.
So both #1 and #2 on my list freaked her out. She didn’t like that she could leave my desk, come back an hour later, and I might have had blue eyes, but now they were grey or green or multicolored. I actually got colored contacts to help with this, but I stopped giving a hot dang after I discovered more about her attitude and would wear multiple colors on purpose or clear because her comfort no longer was my concern.
Now on to #3. I have been at least a DDD since middle school and at the time was a 38F. Anyone who has a large chest knows there is no hiding cleavage and that you deal with it as best you can. I’m not getting into bra sizes massively, but the brand I wear uses cup sizes of Barely A, A, Barely B, C, D, DD, DDD, DDDD, E, F, G, H, I, etc. sizing in cups.
I think if I was to try to use the equivalent of Victoria’s Secret sizing, I’d be a J or K if they carried them.
I am not someone who flaunts it, but I also don’t hide it either. I am modest and never go to work in a shirt that is inappropriate.
I know she told me that flaunting my chest was inappropriate and that I must have gotten enhancement as there was no way they were real (they were/are). I suspect she was jealous, but this is 100% speculation as I never heard her say anything about it.
I do know that there were many rumors around that department that she was not eligible for breast enhancement surgery.
If I didn’t wear a turtleneck this manager would try to write me up for being out of the dress code.
The DM was the manager’s best friend and signed off on all write-ups.
I would refuse to sign these and turn around and go to HR asking if my outfit was inappropriate and when they said no, I would hand them the write-up and go back to work.
Skipping 4 and 5 for a minute…
#6 was the funniest reason for me.
Anyone who has handled TTY or Relay calls knows there are specific phrases you use to identify to the other party that you are finished, and they are able to resume their discussion. (GA (Go Ahead)/SK (Stop Keyboard) You also try to condense messages to be shorter and more concise when possible but don’t treat it like text messaging with several short messages in quick succession.
The other part was ensuring that we validated the client and shared information accordingly. The manager got upset that she couldn’t let her pets do TTY as when she had tried previously the company had gotten complaints (they either didn’t verify or wouldn’t give them information in Relay calls as they felt the client should be talking and not an intermediary), so the company policy was that unless they were trained on the TTY/relay line, they couldn’t handle the calls.
The company required 20 hours of training and tests to ensure that it was handled properly. Not having to train someone in TTY protocol was a bonus for the department as I had been trained in my previous department.
#4 and #5 occurred when I would call in with a migraine.
I had FMLA so there was no way she could decline the time off as long as I was within my requirements which I always was, and my absence couldn’t affect team stats due to company policy.
As mentioned, the manager had been declined FLMA as she had her brother who was a doctor try to write up migraine FMLA for her but he wrote up missing up to 18 days a month for mild migraines.
In order for the company to accept her diagnosis due to the excessive absences allowed by the PCP they made her go to other doctors who wouldn’t diagnose her with migraines. (This is something a company could do if they paid for the additional doctors.)
I do know the details on this for certain as she had brought it up several times and was the reason I had to go through additional diagnoses including 2 CAT scans, and 3 MRIs to verify the diagnosis for my migraines. Before you ask, yes, I also had to be diagnosed by other doctors (2 in my case) and all doctors agreed I have severe migraines and that 3-4 absences of no more than 3 days per absence each month were warranted. Also, I hope no one ever has to do a CAT scan or MRI with a migraine.
It’s torture. Here is where I have to say I don’t know if this last part is still the case as my current job hasn’t made me certify for FMLA and has been amazing to work with so I’ve not really kept up with FMLA laws and changes since getting this job.
I do glance every couple of years; however, I am not as up on the laws as I probably should be.
My treatments included a controlled substance, so I legally couldn’t drive when I took this medication as it would be a DUI if I got in an accident or got pulled over after taking it.
One day I called in and she started yelling at me about how I was ruining the team stats by being out so much. I told her that I couldn’t legally drive and I wasn’t coming in. She told me if I didn’t come into work in the next 30 minutes I would be written up for insubordination.
I told her well if I hit a kid on the way in what am I supposed to tell the cops? That my boss told me I had to break the law? — Before you ask I didn’t go to work. I wasn’t about to put myself or anyone else in danger.
I did get written up the next day for insubordination, and that also went to HR. My partner who also worked for the company had recorded the conversation as I had put it on speaker, and he provided this recording to HR for me.
Things like this continued daily for almost 6 months at which point the stress caused me to lose my voice.
I saw ENT specialists who couldn’t find any reason for the voice loss apart from the stress. I was able to do the TTY calls so hadn’t been out but hadn’t been able to do any phone calls. I had also been continuing to get daily write-ups for not taking calls that I physically couldn’t take.
The voice loss has actually been a continuing issue since that when under heavy stress I will lose my voice for several days.
After 5 weeks of voicelessness, HR called me into their office. The FMLA call-in above was close to when I lost my voice (maybe 2-3 weeks before) but the best example of her abuse of power as a manager and what prompted the investigation as it had been recorded.
There was a huge paper trail due to all the write-ups I had provided unsigned to HR. The DM had signed off on every write-up by this manager even when she hadn’t reported to the DM so that is why they included the DM. HR had called me in to let me know I had an interview with another department as that was the only way they could get me out of the department, and all I had to do was show up to get the job.
They felt that I was in a position where my health and the company were at risk (of me suing them) if I remained in my current position.
I transferred departments and about a week afterward my voice started to come back. I ended up leaving this company about 2 years later due to the fact that due to repeated FMLA fraud in the company I ended up having to recertify my leave 2-3 times a month (basically anytime I took any leave.
FMLA leave is good for up to 6 months and employers can only request recertification if leave is extended beyond what is in the initial certification. Mine was always written up for the 6-month maximum).
I was brought in for a follow-up several months after changing departments a second time and told the results of the investigation.
Both the manager and district manager in the previous department had been found at fault for harassment and inappropriate write-ups especially in regards to FMLA leave. They had been demoted to phone reps in that department.
I found out from a friend in the old department that both quit shortly after, and they complained openly about the pay decrease they got with demotion.’
3. Corporate Catches Horrible Boss Thanks To A Quick Phone Call Made By Me
“About five or six years ago, I was relatively new to the workforce, having worked one minimum wage job at Mickey D’s. I had been there almost two years but had little experience elsewhere. Well, this one lady always came through early every morning to order a large soda and would take a few minutes to talk to me.
I mentioned to her that I was displeased with my bosses and the working conditions, and she invited me to come to apply for a job at Not FedEx because they were always running low on employees! That should have been my first red flag.
The second red flag went completely over my head, because at this point, I was 17 with no previous job experience. When I walked in for an interview, the boss (who I will call Jeph, because it sounds close enough to his name to allow him to remain anonymous) told me it would take five minutes.
I wasn’t asked about my relevant experience, my goals within the company, or even told what position I was applying for. I assumed all interviews were different and went along with it and started the next week with training.
Everything went well for the first month.
I basically just packed boxes, took down customer information, and sorted mail into the mailboxes we managed. The real trouble started after I was given my one-month performance review.
I was deemed to be a valuable asset to Jeph’s franchise and rightfully so. At 17, I was able to lift more and work better than the 20 and 30 something employees, and due to the work ethic, my parents drilled into me I was never slacking off while at work.
I was then informed that I would be swapping between Jeph’s two franchises, roughly 30 miles apart. (For context, the franchise I APPLIED TO WORK AT was roughly a mile from my house, so I could walk if I couldn’t get a ride.) Every other day, I had to drive out to the location and somehow justify this with my slightly above minimum wage job ($7.50 for those not in Texas).
Overall, my boss was a massive jerk. His physical appearance could best be described as “troll-like” with a shirt almost bursting with the top always undone to showcase his aging chest hair and a face not unlike that of A&F owner Mike Jeffries.
He openly two-timed his woman, bragging to coworkers about it constantly. He charged people one dollar for any amount of extra tape they needed on their package, despite the fact that we got roughly two rolls for that price in bulk. He had a special price calculator installed on the computers that charged people roughly 10% more than the package would be elsewhere.
He would push employees (who he insisted didn’t work in customer service but sales) to never offer anything less than three-day shipping even though we offered standard 7+ days and even cheaper options. I watched him actively lie to customers, claiming it was the price they had to pay blah blah blah and almost yell at them to go to another store if they didn’t like it.
But I digress.
Now here was the first jerk-ish thing that my boss did to me specifically. Until this point, I was only working around 20 hours. After I graduated to working at both stores, Jeph had me sign a brand new W-2 for his second store, which was under a different company.
(He owned both, naming one Blue, name for a .44 caliber bullet, and Blue, proper name for visible light). Again, I had very little idea that this was wrong because I had never had to deal with this before. He proceeded to add another 20 or so hours to my schedule, bringing me up to 40 hours or more.
But since I worked for two separate companies, I never earned a dime of overtime or benefits of any kind.
At this point, I started accruing more and more duties, as my boss and coworkers started to trust me more and more. By my fourth month of employment (out of a total of eight), I was performing managerial duties such as: opening the store, counting the registers, closing the store, ordering products such as boxes and tape, and preparing shipments for transport.
The work alone justified a raise, not to mention the hours I was being asked to work. However, when I floated this idea by my boss, he very rudely insisted that since he had a manager for each store already, I was just doing my job and couldn’t earn a cent more.
Then came the second jerk-ish move. We had a large company contract come drop-off stuff with us, a telecom company we will say rhymes with Hey Tea and Tea. Customers would bring in their old cable boxes, wires, remotes, and the like, and we would scan them and ship them back to Hey Tea and Tea, the company THAT LEGALLY OWNED ALL OF THIS HARDWARE.
The customers would not pay us a nickel, but the telecom company would pay almost double what it actually cost to ship the package. There is no way Jeph could look that gift horse in the mouth and decide he was still owed the stable and all the horse’s tack as well, right?
Surprise, surprise, Jeph had to take it one step further. ANY and ALL parts/cables/WiFi adapters/USB drives the customer returned to us that didn’t have a scan tag on them, Jeph would pull aside and either strip for copper or sell on eBay.
And he would force us, the employees to package his eBay sales or copper wiring into boxes and ship them for him. He even popped batteries out of remotes and recycled them somewhere to get a tax credit. None of his employees ever saw a penny (not that I would have accepted it).
We estimated he raked in roughly three to four thousand a month just from stealing alone. For those of you bad at math, that is the price of TWO brand new 2018 Honda Civics.
The third (and fourth) final jerk moves are what solidified my hatred for this boss and my desire to strike back.
They both came in the same week, roughly the same time, and both were viscerally repulsive. My favorite coworker had recently gotten pregnant, and although the father got out of dodge when he found out, she was doing very well for herself. She and I frequently closed together, and she promised she would bring the baby to sit in the back for the dull hours we had to kill from 6-10.
We also had an annual store review from corporate that week, so our boss called a late-night meeting after we closed one day. Our boss started out by saying that he was proud of our pregnant coworker for working so hard even with her “disability.” (Yes, even his sense of humor was slimy.) Then, in front of all fifteen employees, HE FIRED HER.
He told her that because the Christmas season was coming up, and she would only slow down the store being pregnant and all; he had to let her go.
After she left, hatred seething in her eyes, he turned back to the fourteen of us who were left stunned and continued on like nothing had happened. He proceeded to tell each of us our jobs for this weekend, leaving mine for last. My job, because I used to drive a decently sized minivan, was to ferry the corporate required supplies, cash for the safe, and OUR ONE WORKING FIRE EXTINGUISHER between the two stores while he kept corporate distracted between visits.
At this point, I had taken enough nonsense from this guy, and I formulated my plan. I started by calling the Hey Tea and Tea fraud department and telling them everything I knew. I took pictures and emailed them directly to the rep I was talking to, who seemed a little too excited about fraud being committed. I then scheduled a visit from a Hey Tea and Tea rep at the same time corporate was supposed to show up.
My next step was to call Not FedEx and explain exactly what I just told y’all, with a few extra things thrown in that I couldn’t share for privacy reasons. They promised to send a rep as well, to the same store, at the same time.
The final step was put into action that Saturday. I dutifully loaded up my van with the supplies, cash (upwards of $4,000 if I remember correctly), and fire extinguisher, and headed out. Except I did the exact OPPOSITE of what Jeph wanted. I took the stuff to the first store he owned, which was the second one to receive a visit.
After he texted the team saying they were moving on, I packed up all the stuff and drove it to the other store they just left. Now I am unsure exactly what happened at the other store, but from some coworkers, I pieced together that the Not FedEx rep showed up right after I left, but didn’t stay long, and the Hey Tea and Tea rep showed up just before Jeph had arrived and had time to hide his ill-gotten gains in his office.
The one coworker who was close enough to the office during the corporate meeting said there were lots of angry words being thrown and threats being made towards Jeph and his position as a franchisee. He also lost his franchise and the ability to ship for Hey Tea and Tea, at least for a period of time.
The sad epilogue to this whole story is that he is currently still in business and still running the same scams he was before. He WAS however fined for not having proper supplies in his stores, as well as forced to use corporate’s package rates rather than his own.
So in some small way my revenge worked. He currently has a two-star review on Yelp for both of his businesses, and I hope to have a party outside his store one day when it goes belly up.”
2. An Unattended Burger And The Power Of Suggestion
“I work as a line cook at a concession stand.
Normally, the people I work with are pretty cool, but they decided to be idiots the other day while I was working.
I had a drink out that I got from the fountain machine, and I left it unattended for a short period of time while I went into the back kitchen.
When I came back out front, I took a drink, only to discover that somebody had poured a vinegar packet into it.
I was ticked and decided, ‘Welp, not being nice to these guys today,’ and made it known among the staff that I didn’t take too kindly to being pranked like that.
Later I learned who had soiled my drink with the vinegar; we’ll call him The Whiner. I decided to make burgers for everyone for lunch but didn’t make one for him. When he asked if I was making him one, I said simply, ‘Nope’ and continued cooking.
He started talking trash, as whiners tend to do, and decided to cook himself his own burger. He left to take care of something in the back and left his freshly cooked burger unattended. To my credit, I didn’t do anything to it, but when he came back, he scarfed down the burger and then looked at me.
He realized he’d left it unattended around me and asked me if I’d done anything to it. I just laughed.
He asked me again, ‘For real, did you do anything to it?’ I just laughed more.
He started to panic. He said he started to feel queasy and rushed to the washroom while I kept laughing.
He eventually left early because he was sick.
The power of suggestion. I love it.”
Another User Comments:
“Ah, the classic vinegar drink gag. Kitchens are rife with these kinds of pranks. We had one guy bread up a paper towel to look like a fried fish filet and then serve it to the wait staff as a misfire.
Rubber bands as calamari is also a good one.” Reddit user
1. Attract Tons Of Ants With The Trash You Leave Out? I'll Teach You A Lesson
“My next-door neighbors were the typical frat-bro just-got-out-of-college and rely on our mommy’s and daddy’s support kind of guys.
They also made terrible neighbors. Loud parties every night of the week with the front door open (my bedroom was right across from their door), always yelling outside as though they couldn’t speak in a normal voice, etc., and on top of that, they called everybody ‘dog’, all the time.
‘Hey dog, how’s it going, dog, that’s a sweet ride, dog, we slept with these married women, dog….’
I kept the peace with the guys and would constantly ask them to quiet down, and they would for that night, but the next night it was back to normal.
The final straw was that they would take their trash outside and leave it sitting next to the front door instead of taking it to the dumpster, which attracted ants by the millions.
And of course, those ants would leave the garbage bag and then go into MY apartment, but not theirs!
So one morning when I left for work, I knew these guys were passed out from partying so I ripped the garbage bag open and dumped the nasty, festering trash all over their doorstep so that they couldn’t leave the apartment without walking through it.
Well, that night I get home, and lo and behold it’s totally clean and the guys say, ‘Dog, a raccoon got into the trash last night, it was EVERYWHERE dog! I guess we won’t do that anymore, dog.’
Mission accomplished.”
