Posted by
u/litigatrix82 17 hours ago
Platinum Gold2 Petty partner at law firm made our lives awful. Quit and now I am the client. Fired her. I worked for many years at a large law firm
and had a solid chance at partnership. Never had a bad review. For some reason unknown to me, but likely
a result of this person’s well known mental problems and insecurities, a partner I worked
closely with lied about me in a review, just enough to cause a problem that would delay
partnership for me. I also witnessed her extreme bullying and
harassment of others (thankfully not directed at me, but it was bad). I believe the fact that I spoke out against
this encouraged her to target me. Unbeknownst to her, I had already accepted
an in house position with a very important firm client when I learned about her attempt
to undermine me. About six months later I happened to be assigned
to manage a case she was involved in. My colleagues were already upset with her
poor performance. So, I was tasked with firing her off the case. Under the circumstances, this was very bad
for her (already poor) reputation internally at the firm, and cut off a huge source of
her work. It is nice to do justice. Posted by
u/RupesSax 12 hours ago
Take My Energy Made a Road Rager pay for his actions
So something bizarre happened on my drive to work a few days ago, and I still think
about it. There was this car that was aggressively weaving
between lanes, sometimes with zero warning or turn signals, and at one point, he tried
to get into my lane, but I was already next to him. He still tried to merge and nearly ran me
into the left median. I had a car in front of, and behind me, so
I couldn't brake too fast or speed up. And I was not in his blind spot. So I honked my horn and he STILL tried to
get in the lane, but ended up getting behind me and tailgating me aggressively. And I'm like 'whatever dude. I'm just driving to work, this isn't Fast
and Furious. You're in a Lexus.' eventually, he got in front of me, and I thought
it was the end of it. But this guy made me his enemy because after
that, he did NOT let me pass him. Ever. I simply did not care, I was too tired for
antics. But any time I changed a lane, he'd change
with me, and then slow down to slow me down. And for a while, I thought 'am I imagining
this?' So finally, an exit for the toll road was
coming up on the right, and I was like 'screw it, I'll take the toll road. Get away from this guy' and sped up to get
into the exit lane THIS GUY Went all the way from the left lane
into my toll road lane, so I was like.... 'you had no intention of being in this lane.... I don't think I'm imagining things anymore' So I stayed a good distance back, waited for
him to get kinda into the curve of the exit lane to the point where he was committed to
it, and I immediately changed lanes and got out, and watched him try to swerve out, but
it was too late for him. He was in the toll lanes, and I was on my
merry way. I have been thinking about it and laughing
for days now. Posted by
u/CanadasNeighbor 12 hours ago Neighbor kept tossing unbagged food into my
trashcan so I moved it next to their patio/entertainment area
Basically the title. My neighbor and I both keep our trash cans
out front in between our houses, except we make sure our own cans are on our own property. They're like 5 feet away from eachother. I'm a bit controlling, I don't throw anything
away unless it's wrapped in a trash bag, to avoid my can smelling like a melting heap
of crap. After some years, they've gotten a lot more
comfortable with crossing small boundaries: letting their dogs run all over our property,
dig under our fence, and most recently this year: throwing dog crap and open food containers
into our trash cans. I noticed because it suddenly got really smelly,
even though it should have been fairly empty because the trash man just picked up the previous
morning. So I opened the lid, and lo and behold there
were 5 half even pizzas in their boxes chucked in there, along with some party crap and dog
crap. I knew it was my neighbor because they literally
just had a party for their teenager, and I saw them in their garage eating pizza. Normally I'd just call for a trash can cleaning
service but it's expensive and my neighbor definitely did this crap on purpose. So instead, I rolled my trash can to the backyard
and placed it as close to the fence as i could. Because on the other side of that fence is
their patio/entertaining area that they use constantly. Ive left the lid open for good measure and
last time I was out there I overheard my neighbor complaining about the smell. They were setting up crap for another party
too. Oh well. Posted by
u/condiments4u 18 hours ago
Got the W Cost Ignorant Landlord Over $50k
This story is from a while back when I was in college, which was situated in a rather
large city, so rent was not very cheap and landlords thought they could cut corners. Unlike many of the buildings in the area,
the room I rented was within a wooden house. When I toured the house, nothing stood out
as unusual - the room was small but cosy, there were rather large common rooms, and
the roomates seemed nice (one of whom was the landlord's daughter). Another plus was that they were okay with
me brniging my cat and not putting down an obnoxious deposit. Cut to two weeks later, I'm moved into the
room and everything seems fine, except my allergies begin to act up. I figured this was just due to allergy season
being in full swing, despite not usually having allergies act up. One month in and my allergies are worse, and
I start to notice small things around the house that seem to just be MacGyvered - for
example, sink piping is duct taped and the bathtub had a crack, which seemed to be glued(?)
together. At 1.5 months, allergies are again worse and
my cat beings acting really weird - they start running into things, acting confused, and
having what looks like muscle twithing. I took her into the vet and was told that
they believe she's ingested a large amount of mold. Dr. Google confirmed that this is a possibility
given her symptoms and fully explains how I've been feeling. I end up asking my friend to watch my cat
for a couple days while I look for the source of mold in the house. Remembering the weird handy jobs performed
in the bathroom, I removed the little piece of wood that covered the area between the
bathtub and ground (it was elevated on some plastic feet) only to find it covered in fuzzy
black growth! I immediately replaced the wood (which had
growth on the back side of it too) and checked under the sink. It looked like there was old water damage
no the bottom of the cabinet, but no mold - that is, until I shone a light into a small
hold cut out in the back of the cabinet. Again, the entire area that I could see in
that whole was covered in black fuzz. I don't know if it was psychological, but
I ended up getting watery eyes and sneezing a bunch while on the hunt for mold. I immediately showed my roomate who then called
her dad about the mold. The dad essentially said it's nothing serious
and he'll get to it when he has time. Well, 1 week later and he's done nothing about
it. Wanting to bring my cat back, I called to
ask him for an update, and he said that he consulted with a professional who said it
didn't sound like mold and that I should just keep it covered. I was ticked but this being my first rental
I had no idea how to handle it; and for as nice as the landlords kid was, she really
didn't try to help pursuade him. After some research, I found that in my area
mold is a hazard that landlords are required to take care of. While this wasn't stated in my contract, it
was a contractual obligation he had. I called the landlord with this information
and told him that I'll be witholding my rent until he sends someone to look at the issue. He flat out laughed and said I can't do that,
and that he wouldn't allow me to break my lease early. I was ticked, and too nervous to bring my
cat back into the house. After reviewing some more local codes, I decided
that instead of witholding rent I would report the issue to the municipality in hopes of
them taking action. Within 72 hours, they sent an inspector out
to not only check the areas I mentioned finding mold in, but also doing a fill inspection
of the home. They spent at least 2 hours walking around
the interior and exterior, looking under every applicance and into any accessible space. After the review was done, they told me that
the mold damage was far more extensive that I thought. Essentially, the entire house had become infested
due to moist conditions and poor ventilation. He said that this would require extensive
work and that I would not be able to stay in my room during this time. But that's not all - the inspector also found
over a dozen code and permit violations, each of which would have to be remedied or else
a huge fine would be levied. The inspector sent a letter detailing his
findings to the landlord, and I got an angry call with him screaming about how I shouldn't
have gotten them involved and how he was actually planning on coming out that weekend. I was too timid to boast about this win, but
I did state that, per the inspectors findings, I will be moving out, as I am leagally allowed
to break the lease if conditions are unlivable; he said I'm not allowed to, and I told him
to take me to court in that case. I moved all my stuff out that day with some
help from friends and crashed with the friend watching my cat during this ordeal. I was able to get a room in a much nicer house
rather quickly, and kept in contact with one of the other roomates from the previous home. Apparently, the landlord tried to rent out
my room again and didn't take the inspectors letter seriously - even the part that stated
that they have (I believe it was) 1 month to take care of all code/permit violations
before they would be fined daily per violation, some amounting to over $1000 per day. Things got real for him after about 5 weeks,
when he got multiple letters from the municipality detailing all of his fines, and how the rates
will go up if he continues to ignore them. Last I heard, he scrambled to respond to correct
all of the violations, but not before his fines amounted to $50k and he was forced to
have all tenants move out. I noticed the house for sale a few months
later. Posted by
u/Info__share 8 hours ago Supervisor harassed and belittled me; I promoted,
outranked her, kept her from promoting, and got her fired! In 2015, i had a supervisor who was a GS-6
that harassed and constantly belittled me. I was a GS-4. I couldn’t do anything right in her eyes. I had the highest productivity in the office
because I closed the most cases in the shortest amount of time. She tried stealing my cases and creating obstacles
to prevent me from closing the cases I identified. It never worked. I always prevailed. She lied to the area manager and said I had
brought a gun to work. They forced me to open my bag so they can
search it or said I would be terminated. They found no weapons. She took what I said completely out of context
and told the area manager I said I wanted to burn the office down. What I had said was “I don’t care if the
building burns down today. I will still wake up tomorrow, say my morning
prayers, and apply to other jobs. I am marketable and can find another job.” She called the military police on me in attempt
to have me arrested because my Gerber pocketknife (that is sold everywhere and completely legal!)
slipped out of my pocket without me noticing. The military police never made contact with
me. She kept my knife and never gave it back. Eight months later, I ended up leaving the
office because it was toxic and I couldn’t deal with the harassment anymore. I deployed into a GS-7 grade. Shortly after, she deployed as a GS-7. A GS-9 position came up and we were both interested. Neither of us applied as it wasn’t posted. She told the area manager “I can’t work
with him. You have to move him from this location.” My area manager said “he’s my highest
producing employee. Moving him would be a change of benefits for
him. Why would I create a problem I don’t already
have.” She was upset and complained. My area manager selected me for the job. I’m now a GS-9 and she’s a GS-7 in another
office. I ended up getting promoted 6 months later
to a GS-11 (we’re in the excepted service). She finishes her assignment and goes back
to her permanent job of a GS-6. My region manager calls me one day and says
“hey, I have this applicant for a GS-7 position and I think you worked with her.” He told me her name and asked “I’m thinking
of selecting her for the position at XYZ location. Do you think she will do well?” I said “boss, you could leave that office
unmanned for six months and there will still be more productivity than you putting her
there for 12 months. It’s not a move I would make and not an
applicant I’m willing to endorse.” He said “understood.” She didn’t get the job. Someone else called me and asked what I thought
about her at another location and I said the same thing. She didn’t get the job. Three years later I promoted to GS-12 and
she’s still a GS-6. Two years after that, I promoted to a GS-13
and she finally made it to GS-9. She wanted to deploy again but in another
directorate (because I would’ve been her second line supervisor— not that I would
have accepted her) and the commander asked me if I knew who she was since we worked in
the same directorate. I said “yes, I know her.” He asked what I thought about putting her
into XYZ position. I gave him my same feedback as the other two
had asked. She didn’t get the job. Recently, I was doing some reviews and found
anomalies. I turned it over to my counterpart (another
region manager) because it wasn’t my region. Four months ago, we fired her for the anomalies
I found in her office. It turned out she was committing fraud. Ahhh good times. Posted by
u/youeat- 9 hours ago I’m trying to show my bf how much I’ve
been taking on lately. We just moved in recently together, it’s
been about two months. I do dishes, laundry, cook, clean, mop vacuum,
grocery shop. Even as far as taking out the trash, making
our home space look nice, buy most groceries, take care of all pets, and we sort of split
bills. (That’s a long explanation, but short of
it is it’s not exactly half, I pay more.) His excuse is he’s overworked from his job. He works from home, and bc we don’t have
the same schedule I am sometimes home when he is. He claims he is too busy to do things around
the house even as much as he doesn’t have time to eat. So I make him food even when I’m off. Im stressed from my job too, so that’s why
I feel like you should be able to do the bare minimum. Every time I come home he’s playing games
which totally doesn’t bother me as long as he takes care of some responsibilities. I do give grace bc sometimes he is busy, and
I get it, but other times I wonder. So far I’ve set some boundaries which are
to take care of his pet, the trash, and now paying for the groceries. We’ve settled bills to be 50/50 but he doesn’t
always pay, even when I request on PayPal. Working on adding more boundaries. He doesn’t do anything for my animals, not
even since I’ve moved in. Tbh I don’t think his cat would’ve even
eaten or had a clean litter box if I hadn’t have cleaned it. (This is a throwaway acct so I won’t give
away what pets I have) Adding context when we first started dating
his place was super clean, once I moved in he said the reason it was clean was bc he
hired a cleaning crew. I wasn’t too aware of what that entailed
as I’ve never been able to afford something like that. But the load is more than I thought. So once I moved in things got super gross,
so I cleaned, hoping he’d hop in. The most is he does feed his cat/clean the
litter box maybe three times a week, but still lets trash build up. Then once I take it out he’s like “oh
let me get it” I think to make him seem like he does something. I even tried to quit cleaning via my therapists
advice to see if he would do anything and I got nothing in return. He waited until I couldn’t take it anymore. My revenge is making his sandwich wrong, I
got a small lecture on how to make it better but the fact he was unsatisfied made me happy. Had too much mayo, no salt, and I didn’t
cut it right. The fact that he disliked it so much made
me happy, and I think I’ll continue. This is honestly a rant but I think I need
more ways to be petty bc talking with him doesn’t seem to get the point across. We’ve had multiple talks about what I need
from him, but he only changes for a day. Honestly I’m just mad that he doesn’t
listen and I want to keep making his sandwiches wrong. Edit: just wanna say tysm for being real with
me, and for all of the advice. Sometimes it’s easier seeing the truth from
the outside. I cut off a lot of my friends recently so
having some people give me the harsh truth helps which is why I’m here. Also low self esteem (which I’m working
thru with therapy) Learned I’m a bang maid, and need too find
a way out, or set some serious boundaries. Which I’m not sure is a feasible option,
as I have work tomorrow and he’s throwing things around in the bedroom bc I’m not
ready for bed, even though I have work tomorrow, but honestly I’m just reading thru the comments
for advice trying to sleep on the couch I just won’t sleep with him rn. This is just lame. This is the first time tonight I’ve not
given into what he wants (ex: sandwich debacle which I did tonight) He might be pettier than me and I’m not
sure I want to fight that battle. Posted by
u/Ok-Crew5770 11 hours ago Entitled neighbor is angry I am using my park
space (not op) Entitled neighbor is angry I am using my park
space My 30F husband 27M and I live in a closed
street of small houses. Each house has a parking spot , plus most
people owning more than 1 car park in parallel infront of their house. We didn’t own a car because we both worked
from home and hate driving, plus public transport here is not so bad. We have a neighbor who owns 3 cars, so obviously
he has no space to park them all at his house. He asked our next door neighbor (we can call
him EN) if he could park outside of her house (she also does not drive) and she said yes,
but EN , in order to not block his other car, parks all the way in front of my driveway. Tbh, I would not have minded if he had asked,
but the fact that he just does it annoys me. Also, my family comes to visit often and if
they come by car, he usually is blocking and we have to ask him to move (and every time
he gets mad as if we were asking for a favor). Anyway, I got a nice promotion that involved
in person work 3 times a week, so we decided it was time to get a car. We bought a nice practical one and got it
in our park space. Well, next morning the guy was blocking my
exit. I rang his doorbell like crazy (it was 6am)
and when he finally came out I asked him to move, and to not park there anymore. He got defensive and said that my neighbor
let him park infront of her house, to what I answered “yes but this is MY HOUSE, and
if you block my entrance again I’m gonna remove your car”. He moves and the next day he is blocking again. We realize he left the car open so we let
the hand break lose and push the car to the middle of the street, infront of his driveway. I put a note on his windshield saying “next
time it’s a tow truck”, put tape over his doorbell so it continues ringing and I
left as quickly as I could . He hasn’t said anything but he hasn’t parked there anymore. Posted by
u/DrOogieBoogie42 1 day ago My roommate kept stealing my clothes. So I tie-dyed his. I didn't go to college until I was 21. For some reason the fact that I was of legal
drinking age made partying a lot less fun. That wasn't the case for my 18-year-old roommate,
"Paul". We didn't have much in common (different courses,
friend groups, etc), so we didn't talk much, but he was a huge party animal. He'd come to our dorm drunk at 2AM on weekdays
and then go to his classes very hungover. He also had a girl over at least once a week,
and they were never quiet. But the most notable thing about Paul is that
he was an jerk. Not only that, but his family was loaded. So he was the kind of jerk who bragged about
how much of an jerk his money allowed him to be. Paul was pre-law, and some of his teachers
graded students based on how formal their attire was in class. Paul had six Oxford shirts from expensive
stores (think Hugo Boss and Ralph Lauren), all in white. His wardrobe consisted only of those shirts,
four dress pants and a single t-shirt. One day, as I was preparing to do laundry,
I noticed some clothes I hadn't worn or put in the basket recently. They were clearly worn, reeking of sweat,
alcohol and a bodily fluid I won't name. Some were also stained. It was gross. I confronted Paul about it and sure enough,
he'd been wearing my clothes to party, drink and "get lucky". His excuse was that his clothes were "too
expensive" to wear at parties, unlike all my t-shirts, flannels and jeans. I yelled at him that he couldn't take my clothes
without permission. He said, "Dude, it's just clothes. It's not like you can't wear them anymore." The fight was going nowhere, so I just told
him to never do it again. He agreed. The week before spring break, Paul did it
again. This time, he ripped one of my jeans. Not a small split anyone can fix, but a long,
horizontal tear across the thigh. I could never wear those pants again. I thought about confronting Paul, but then
I had a better idea. I was alone when I found out, so he didn't
know I knew. For the rest of the week, I didn't bring it
up. Then, Paul left for spring break. He was wearing his t-shirt, and didn't pack
anything else, since he was going home. I waited an hour, shoved all six of his Oxford
shirts into my backpack and left to spend the week with my family. Once I got to my mom's place, I started brainstorming
what I'd do with the shirts. Tearing them wasn't enough, those can be fixed. Whatever I did, it had to be permanent. Then, my sister gave me a suggestion. I called a couple of friends over, and we
got to work. We tie-dyed every single white shirt. We chose the most vibrant colors we could
find. There was no way Paul would be able to wash
them off. After spring break, I made sure to get to
the dorm before Paul. I put all the shirts back in the closet and
left to see a friend. When I got back a few hours later, Paul was
on the phone with his parents. He'd put them on speaker phone, and was screaming
about how someone had "colored his shirts" and he couldn't wear them to class. At one point, he said he'd wanted to sue whoever
did it. At that, his father shut him up and told him
to stop complaining. He said it was probably just a prank and he
wasn't going to sue anyone. After Paul hung up, I asked, "What's the matter,
dude?" He looked at me. I could tell he thought I'd done it, but he
didn't say it. For about a week, Paul went to his classes
wearing his only t-shirt. He couldn't convince his parents to buy him
new shirts, so he had to start wearing the tie-dyed ones to class until he could save
enough money to get more shirts. His grades dropped, but he still passed. Paul never stole my clothes again. Not my proudest moment, but I don't regret
it. Posted by
u/dadudemon 1 day ago
Platinum2 Gold5
Bravo! hehehehe
Wholesome Silver2
Hugz Ally
Take My Energy2 Angry lady yelled at a special needs person
at the gym so we did a bit of trollin' This guy named Michael has Down Syndrome and
he is at the gym with his father 4 days a week around the same time. He is very nice and positive. He yells encouragement and compliments to
people working out. When he arrives at the gym and if he sees
me, he yells very loudly, something like, "Heeeey! How are you! Glad I can see you." And if he likes my shirt, he tells me he likes
it and the things he likes about it. Michael is a genuinely good person and I love
seeing him when I work out. When he's working out, he makes loud "ooooo"
sounds that sound like a cow going "moooo" but without the "m" part. It is very loud especially when he is getting
in the zone in his workout. If you've never seen him, you'll look up,
see him lifting like a beast - and being the mature adult you are - can tell he has Down
Syndrome, mind your own freaking business, and go back to your workout. Apparently that was too hard for someone this
evening. A lady with her training group (about 5 people
total) were working out next to Michael. How the gym is laid out, the aerobics/stretching
area is next to the dumbbells. Still plenty of room for everyone. Michael is doing his thing, having a great
workout, but is getting very loud. His father is nearby working out on the machines
near the dumbbell area. One of the ladies gets annoyed and walks up
to him and yells at him to keep it down.1 I know the father (we have similar jobs and
talk sometimes about work). We both made eye contact and our eyes widen. We are both thinking, "WTF is wrong with her...." Michael is not hurting anyone. Almost everyone has on headphones, anyway. Michael said, "Oookay!" very loudly. That's just him but it felt like a hilariously
smartass response. haha! Everyone gets back to their workouts. Michael obviously is just as loud as ever
making those noises. Lady gets ticked, walks up to him, and literally
yells at him to keep it down. Father is understandably angry, walks up to
her, tries to explain to her that he's special needs and doesn't mean to be loud. They argue for a bit. I couldn't hear everything they said but the
conversation ended when the father yelled EXTREMELY loudly, "HE'S R*****ED! WHAT THE FREAK DO YOU WANT FROM US?" Everyone stops working out and looks at her. Her face turns bright red and she sulked away. Everyone goes back to their workouts. The petty revenge part: my workout buddy and
I decided that we really really needed to workout our abs so we did some situps in the
stretching area. Next to their group, and grunted loudly when
we got to the last few reps. They said nothing
to us, though, but we still had fun.
