Posted by
u/nalorin 10 hours ago Don't do your job so I have to work loads
of unplanned overtime, then you refuse my day off? Have fun filling my shoes!
TL;DR: i was working several hours of unplanned overtime each week due to my boss'
incompetence, and asked for a day off a week in advance. He refused to reschedule my service
tickets (part of his job), so I quit on the spot. Full story: I worked for the fastest-growing home security
& automation company in Canada/USA a few years ago (it starts with V and ends with int). It was a
job I loved (and I regret quitting, to this day). After spending a summer as an install tech,
in which I had half the service tickets of the next-best person in the office (and 90% of
my tickets were the result of one incompetent coworker who frequently "helped" me), I got a
permanent position as a service tech. This was a job I loved, was great at, and was reasonably
fast despite providing exceptional first-time-fix rates, customer service, and upsales. Service
was almost identical to being an install tech, except 90% of my work was fixing or removing
systems, instead of installing them. Enter my manager; I'll call
him Vinny (not his real name): Vinny had been with the company 3 or 4 years
longer than me. He hired me for the permanent position, after a recommendation from my summer
manager. The only problem: the new manager was a classic fulfilment of The Peter Principle (he had
been promoted beyond his level of competence). My first 3 weeks were "training," and Vinny
put me with my team lead (TL), who happened to be a guy I grew up with. By day 2, I
had already learned all the service tech software tools that install techs didn't
have access to, and was ready to be on my own. (I literally didn't learn anything
new for the rest of the three weeks.) They problem was that Vinny had not set up my
employee profile yet. Fair enough. I'll wait. On day 3, my TL and I went to a customer's
home to remove their system. TL just wanted to rip it out and go home. I listened to the
customer and it sounded like she didn't feel the system protected her the way she wanted.
So I upsold her $1800 worth of equipment, which we installed immediately. That's a
$600 commission! The problem: this ticket, which should have been mine, was not "mine"
because my profile was not set up yet. TL took the credit and got the $600 commission
and "treated" me to MCDONALD'S as a reward. Three weeks pass, and Vinny STILL hasn't
set up my employee profile. So I start hounding him. Finally, on Friday, he says
he'll get it set up by the next Monday (4 weeks from hire). He calls me 2 hours later
to say that it's done and I'll be on my own, taking my own tickets on Monday. GREAT NEWS! So Monday comes and I'm on my own (finally!). NEW PROBLEM: none of the software tools are
working for me. I end up having to call in to the software support centre on almost EVERY
F***ING TICKET! This, of course, makes me take more time to complete everything from then on.
So, for 4-5 days each week, I end up working 1-4 hours of overtime, when I should've been getting
home EARLY 90% of the time, based on my workload. 5 months into this sh**show, my church (which
was the same faith as Vinny's and TL's) holds a major regional activity for singles in
my age group, with about 2 weeks notice, on a Friday. For the first week after the
announcement, I'm so busy with work that I completely forget to ask to get the day
of the event off. So, at lunch on Friday, a week before the event, I email Vinny to make
the request (so that I wouldn't forget again). Vinny calls me at the end of day on MONDAY, saying
I need to reassign or reschedule all of my tickets for that day (which is actually Vinny's job), and
then I can have the day off. But there's a catch: one ticket CANNOT be rescheduled (I had
visited that consumer the week before, the last ticket of the day: she had had a huge
clusterf*** of problems with her system for 3 months and, with my software tools STILL not
working, it would take me around 2 FULL DAYS of work to resolve all of those issues, even
after the 4 hours I had already spent there). Despite it not being my job to do so, I
managed to reschedule most of my tickets for the following week. But I called
everyone in my office (including my TL), and nobody would take that one ticket. I called
Vinny twice that week to tell him that nobody would take the ticket (I even offered to pay
my co-workers $50 out of my own pocket (on top of their regular pay)). I found out that one
of my co-workers had rescheduled that ticket, week is why it ended up on my plate. With
each phone call, Vinny kept saying "it's your responsibility to find someone to take
that ticket and you CANNOT reschedule it." So, Thursday night, at 8 pm, having been
unsuccessful in finding anyone to take the ticket, I left a voicemail on Vinny's phone that
I would NOT be coming into work the next morning and would, in fact, not be coming
in at all. Vinny called 20 minutes later, saying he rescheduled the ticket, I could have
the day off, and begged me to at least finish out the two weeks. I told him that I'd only
finish out the two weeks if I could rescind my notice. He refused, so I said, "then
we have nothing else to discuss" click. 6 weeks later, he got fired. (F*** him.)
I heard from former co-workers that he had basically been quiet quitting: he
had been building a house in another city an hour away and was basically just
collecting paycheques as long as he could. And as for my TL (that got MY $600
commission): he refused to give me a reference, despite me being a phenomenal
employee in spite of Vinny's bullst. (F* him, too.) I heard he quit and moved to England
to go to Oxford, it didn't pan out, and he got divorced and is working some crap
entry-level job now (hahaha), back here in Canada. To this day, I regret quitting (I have a friend
who worked the same role in another office. He eventually got stationed in Hawaii, for 5 years
(!), and loved every minute of it...). That job would've been a great career option for me, had
Vinny not been such a selfish, incompetent a**hat. Posted by u/Prosymnos
20 hours ago Try to give me revenge cookies?
Jokes on you I'm into that crap! The reason this person wanted to get 'revenge'
on me was super dumb and would take too much time to fully explain, so I'll try to summarize it as
quickly as possible. To make a really convoluted story short, my friends and I were all in our
young 20s, my ADHD/possibly autistic butt was way worse at picking up on social cues than I am now,
and these two friends of mine had an unrequited love thing going on. The object of affection was a
good friend of mine, knew about the other person's feelings, but was too much of a people pleaser
to ask her to stop hitting on her. The person who liked her was just unbelievably petty and dumb
in that way that only overdramatic 20-somethings can be, and was jealous of my friendship with her
crush, even though I'm very openly gay and clearly had no interest in her. That didn't stop her from
wanting to get 'revenge,' so she baked chocolate chili cookies and gave them to me as a present,
saying that she just felt like doing something nice. Me, loving spicy food (which she didn't
know), was super happy with this and gladly ate them all. It wasn't until a day or so later that
my friend told me that they were actually supposed to be revenge cookies, and the creepy stalker was
silently fuming the entire time I was obliviously scarfing down her delicious and spicy revenge. I
still have a taste for spicy cookies to this day. Posted by
u/disappointed_shrew_ 1 day ago Getting a creepy man fired after his first day
This guy was a cretin; a disgusting, creepy man. He dug his own grave by saying the
things that he said, but I was the one that pushed him into it. Not for the crapy things
he said though, but for what he did to me... At the time, I was working as a door-to-door
salesman. The day would start with everyone going to the office, then everyone getting
into a car to drive to a different suburb. This was his first day, and he was assigned
to my car. His vibe was off-putting from the start. Every word out of his mouth was about
women and sex. He started commenting on all of the female employees that he literally only just
met, how "hot" they are, which ones he'd "bang", just gross stuff like that. I was glad none of
them were in the car to hear it, but at the same time I wished one of them was. Perhaps with a
girl in the car, he would have behaved himself. He then asked me about the women that
work in our other branch in another city, since I used to work there. I was not comfortable
objectifying them in that way, so I said "I'm not going to answer that question". His reaction
was disgraceful. I saw it in the review mirror; he whispered something to another guy, then
did a hand gesture. I confirmed with the guy afterwards what the creep said, and he said "he
asked me if you were gay". If you're wondering, the hand gesture was the stereotypical hand
flip thing that people do to mock gay people. In case you're thinking that being
called gay is what I got revenge for, don't. Being called gay isn't an issue
for me, but on that topic, what was so freaked up about that accusation was that in
this creep's mind, not wanting to objectify women means you're gay. To him, objectifying
women was a requirement for heterosexuality. No, what I wanted revenge for
was more a bit more petty. At this point, we took a quick pit stop so
we could get one last bite to eat before we reached the destination. He went to get his
bag, which he left in my car boot. He went to the boot and tried to open the door.
He met resistance. Now, for most people, what I call "smart" people, if
they try to open a door but can't, they reach the conclusion that it's locked. This,
however, was not a smart person. In his mind, the reason why the boot wasn't opening is because
he wasn't pushing the button hard enough. So what did he do? He pushed the button harder. He
pushed the button so hard, that he pushed it up into the door. He broke my car boot. I was
so freaking ticked. For the rest of the day, if any one of us needed to get stuff from the
boot, we had to go through the rear seats. He denied doing it, but I saw him do it. I
was in the driver's seat, watching him in the review mirror try to open the boot. I saw the
moment it happened, I saw the panic in his eyes. Whatever though, we had a job to do,
so I decided to sort it out later. I dropped everyone off at their
individual streets, and we got to work. After stewing on it I decided
I was going to get him fired, I just needed to figure out how.
Luckily, he would dig his own grave... At the end of the day, I drove around
town to collect everyone. I picked up the creep last. He got in the car, and he
said "I just met the sexiest hottie with the biggest chest you've ever seen, freak what
I would do to her. I started flirting with her, then her mum came to the door.
Turns out the girl was 14 though, so I couldn't sell to her and the mum wasn't
interested, but dang, I wish I could go back there". What in the absolute freak. The
whole car went silent when he said that. I get that some people look older than they are.
However, if you're a 30 year old man and you're flirting with someone, the minute you find out
they're 14 you shut the freak up. You've made a mistake, now pretend like it never happened.
Don't double down on it and repeat the story to people as if you've done nothing wrong.
However, this is all I needed. It was like a gift from creepy heaven. This guy loaded the
gun, all I had to do was pull the trigger. I told the boss the next morning, I told him
everything. He said "I'll have a chat with him". This was not the reaction I was hoping
for, so I said "no, you're going to fire him, or I walk". I really didn't want to play
that card but I was one of the top salesmen, and I knew he wouldn't want to risk losing me. I
was bluffing, but luckily he didn't call me on it. He did fire him that morning. The
moment he walked into the office, the boss pulled him aside. Shortly after
that, the creep left and never came back. People asked what happened, so I let them know.
The other guys in the car backed up my stories, and everyone agreed it was the right decision. The only guilt I felt was that it
took him breaking my car to make me want him to get fired. He should have
been fired for any one of the things he did. A better man would have reported
him, regardless of the car incident. Posted by u/Embarrassed-Air-2936
1 day ago Soap stealer! Well, this is super petty. I (56f) love
going for a walk/jog in the evenings. I sit at a desk for a good part of my day, so I
exercise in the morning, and walk/jog at night. After I get home I love to relax in my
jetted tub. After I relax for a bit, I wash and get out. Here comes my issue. My
husband (62m) takes the soap from my tub to use at his sink. This wouldn’t be an issue if his
sink wasn’t 15 feet away from the tub and he would put it back. We keep a soap dispenser beside
our sinks, but I guess he likes the bar kind. I have asked him not to do this
at least 10 times as we keep the extra bar soap under HIS sink and
he could easily just grab a new one. So, I notice that he did it again, but this
time I noticed before I got in the tub. I have now gone around and collected all the bar
soap (11 brand new) and 2 used and hid them. Stupid? Yes, but I’m going to have a great
giggle tonight when he starts looking for soap. Posted by
u/ihav2p00p 3 days ago Steal my money and gaslight me? Have fun
explaining your "DVD" collection to your GF. Hi again! Since a few of you wanted me to
post again, I figured I would give it a go. This one doesn't have quite the same bang
for my buck as the last story involving Mack. This one was a few years before Mack
got into hard drugs so he was still a bit more reasonable of a person but still
treated everyone like crap. I believe this instance happened 5 years before my
last post but that's not important to this story. For the sake of keeping the story
flowing, let's just say I was 13 years old. I'm getting to the age where I'm picking up
lawn mowing to earn a few bucks but without much success. Lo and behold, I finally
made my first $50 bill in my life that wasn't given to me for Christmas
or my birthday. I EARNED it. Heck, I would've been lucky to get that much for
Christmas or a birthday. My great aunt, one of the few people in my life that I felt actually
listened and cared about what I had to say, said I could mow her lawn for $30. She gave me a
$20 tip because she didn't have change. At least, that's what she told me. I didn't
care. It was FIFTY WHOLE DOLLARS! I go about my day feeling just like Bart
Simpson in the episode with the same story line. I was ready to find my Quickie Mart, buy
the most potent Squishee money could get me, all the candy I could eat, and then wander on over to my local strip mall to buy a Gamecube
game to play. Alas, this all had to wait. 13yo me had to wait until I could go to the strip
mall. The following morning, my mom broke the news that I had to stay at Mack's place for the
weekend as no one else would be around due to a family emergency... Great. I'm stuck with my
jerk brother. What kind of nightmare would I have to endure in what was going to likely be
a toxic waste dump zoned as an apartment... To my pleasant surprise, it wasn't all that bad.
His GF kept the place tidy and things organized. He let me play his Xbox 360 to keep me occupied.
I was having a decent time with Mack. He wasn't being a jerk to me as he always was. I thought
maybe he was finally going to be decent to me. That evening he saw the $50 hanging out of my
pocket and managed to talk me into loaning it to him. Said he would be able to give it
back to me by Sunday morning... my naive, 13-year-old self believed him. He buttered
me up with video games, random snacks, and a bit of soda, then off to fill his gas
tank with my 50. I now know he most likely used it to buy weed. Sunday morning rolled
around and before I went home I asked for the money. Mack said, "I need a bit longer
but I promise I'll pay ya back this week." The same excuse was meaninglessly said that
week... and the next week.. and then the next. Almost a month later he said to me "I
already paid you, I have no idea why you're still asking me." and then hung up the phone.
It was clear I was never getting the money. Of course, believing the best in my dad at
the time I said to him "He is stealing my money. He never paid me and he's telling
everyone he already did." He calls Mack, who then tells my Dad that I was already paid,
spent the money on McDonald's or a video game, and forgot I spent it. The realization I was never
getting my money back sunk even deeper into my gut. I decided to move on with my life, not that
I have a choice. There's nothing I can do to get it back. I'm 13. He's twice my size and has a
car. I have a bike and he lives 10 miles away. More time passes, I forget how
long, before mom says "We're going away again and you're staying at your
brother's apartment for the night. OP, we'll pick you up before church tomorrow."
Great. I'm stuck with him. Still angry that I even had to see him again and now I'm trapped
in his apartment for the next 12-24 hours. This time Mack is much less accommodating.
No video games. Nothing fun. The jerk even makes me cook his dinner for him by
promising me xbox time if I did. To which he immediately goes back on. He
tells me "Instead, just pick a good movie to watch." I start rifling through the
DVDs while Mack and GF sit down on the couch behind me to eat the food they just tricked
me into making for them. I. Am. FURIOUS. I decided to make the best of it and pick out
an R-rated action movie I wouldn't be able to watch at home. I open one case and I don't know
what it is. It's a movie I had never heard of, I wish I could remember what I saw on that
DVD. Oh well, I know mack doesn't ever put movies back in their original cases. I'll
check another. So I reach to open another I might like. Same thing. Another strange DVD
with a weird name and I can't find the proper case! How annoying. I pick up one more DVD case
and find one labeled "Mommy wants hard salami" I finally think "GROSS!!! I've been rifling
through his porn!" Then I search through a couple more DVD cases that have the wrong
DVDs but they are movies I have heard of... Then it hit me like a ton of bricks. Mack had
strategically formed a spank bank in all of the movie cases that GF would never watch.
He never counted on me going through it. I go back a few cases and grab the
spicy DVD. I put it in the tray, then with a deep breath and a "here we go"...
I hit play. I look up at the tv and say "Mack, I think something is wrong with your movie.
This doesn't look like the normal men-" *loud porn music starts to play along
with all of the accompanying images* His GF screams "OP! WHAT THE FREAK? DID YOU
SERIOUSLY BRING PORN AND EXPECT US TO WATCH IT WITH YOU?" I reply "I thought
this was *movie title*! Mack has all of the cases mixed up and I didn't
look at the DVD before I put it in!" The looks on their faces and the following silence
between the two was worth every cent of that $50 he stole from me. They disappeared outside to
one of their cars for a bit. When they came back inside they told me that something
had come up and they were bringing me to my cousin's instead. The whole car ride was
more silence between the two. I sat in back, staring out the window, heart racing, hoping
he wouldn't realize what I just did to him. Mack drove and his GF stared out the window
with a look of frustration and sheer rage buried beneath it the entire time. She was the
insecure, jealous, attention seeking type and I knew this was going to blow up between
them the moment I got out of the car. I'd like to say I learned more about what happened after that but we never spoke of that
day again. I did everything I could to avoid ever going back to Mack's. To this
day he doesn't know I did it on purpose. Posted by u/_Nurse_Joy_
3 days ago Ye, I know IATA but still it karmic. The
time I showed a GW employee a mispriced item. I am having such good luck this week! A few days ago I stopped by my local GW. While
shopping I found a dress NWT that was selling for $30. Out of pure curiosity I looked up the
exact dress direct from the brand and it was on clearance selling for $10. I pointed this
out to an employee hoping she would consider repricing it but she just shrugged me off and
said flippantly, “That is what they sell for.” So I moved on. I was supposed to meet a guy
for brunch in an hour so I decided to try and find a cute pair of earrings to match the
$9.99 dress I found. Instead what I found was a solid 14k gold LeVian ring with a
2 carat natural sapphire and 18 genuine diamonds for $2.99. I went through every
piece of jewelry hanging on the wall and when I saw that one the lizard part of my brain
immediately went, “That looks like real gold.” I am sure they checked the cameras after I left
and I must have looked like a crazy person to them, walking back and forth for five minutes
with this ring an inch from my face. As soon as I calmed enough to form real thoughts
again I made a beeline to the check out, where I played it cucumber cool
with shaking hands as I paid for it. Then I saw the employee that I had talked
to about the dress. I couldn’t help but beam as I showed her my find with a gleeful,
“See there are still treasures hidden here!” She immediately tried to accuse me of
switching the tags. I looked at her incredulously and said solidly, “Nope!
Nice try.” Then she switched tactics and said an employee must have mistagged
it and she needed to reprice it for me. When I produced my receipt, proving I had already purchased it, she
deflated in front of me like a balloon. Posted by u/Neena6298
3 days ago I finally had enough….
A while back before I moved, I worked downtown in a major city as a paralegal
at a defense firm. Every day when it was time to go home everyone would have to go to end of
this street and merge left to get on an up ramp that leads to the interstate. It was a
two lane street that turned into a one lane a block before going up the ramp. Every day
there were people who didn’t want to get in the one lane and would drive to the beginning
of the line and cut people off to get onto the interstate instead of waiting their turn
in line. It would make my blood boil. So one day my car was in the shop and
I was driving a rental car and had opted for rental insurance. Well, I was
the car in front and I saw this large, shiny new black pickup truck coming up on my
right trying to cut me off. All of a sudden it hit me that I was in the rental car and just
drove the car straight and didn’t let the truck over. My car just crunched into the truck’s driver
and passenger doors. It was a really big dent. So a man jumped out of the truck and started
yelling at me saying that he was an attorney and was going to sue me for everything I had. I
recognized his name and remembered that he was a plaintiff attorney in a two man law office and
represented a couple of plaintiffs in a huge class action case that the attorney (a partner in a two
hundred attorney law firm) I worked for defended. So I started laughing which ticked him off even
more. He asked what was so funny and I told him the attorney that I was a paralegal for and
you should have seen his face drop lol. He kind of laughed and said he would file
it with his own insurance and then left. I guess he thought he could intimidate me
with the yelling and saying he was a lawyer even though he was in the wrong. There were
cars behind me that witnessed the accident and were laughing so hard because the same
thing happened to them and said that they would testify in my defense. The feeling of
driving into his truck felt so good though. 😂 Posted by
u/Moskavo 3 days ago Heck hath no fury…
This happened to my best friend a while back but seeing as
he’s not a Redditor its mine to share. So my friend (we’ll call him Bob) has been in a
relationship with a girl (we’ll call her Bell) for about two years at this point, when he moved away
to start university. Seeing as the journey to see each other is only roughly an hour or so, they
decided to stay together and make things work. Cue temptation. One of his classmates takes
a romantic interest in Bob, and begins the courting rituals of suggestive snaps and late
night studying. I’m sure you know the rest but, in Bobs defence, he did manage to resist
that temptation for a good few months. Anyway it turns out Bob didn’t have the
stomach for adultery and upon completion of the scandalous act he almost immediately
started sobbing and with guilt racing through his constricting veins he promptly called Bell
and unleashed a brutally honest full confession. The next day Bell arrived at his university
halls, ready for the inevitable grovelling. After hours of being berated, Bob announced
his dire need of a cigarette and took 5 minutes outside. After sucking all possible nicotine
from his cigarette he had a sudden realisation, that he had just left an enraged and scorned
woman unattended in his flat. Racing back up the stairs with the expectation of ripped
clothes and condiments on the walls he was pleasantly surprised to find Bell simply
pacing back and forth in an untouched flat. After breaking up, Bell left and Bob was
alone with his guilt and regrets. Now the important context here is that the stereotypes
are true, us Brits love our tea. It is the fuel that sustains us, a hug in a mug, liquid love.
We especially use tea in times of distress, specifically an extra sweet cup of tea
for something really harrowing. This is why Bob’s next involuntary action was to flick
the kettle on, grab a tea bag and chuck it in his favourite mug. Already the anticipation of
his brew started to soothe his angst. As the boiling water engulfed the tea bag and hues
of orange and brown swelled to fill the mug, Bob noticed something deeply unsettling.
His tea bag had ripped, black spots of tea floating menacingly on the surface. With
anger rising Bob threw the mockery of a brew down the sink and restarted the process. Again,
black spots of inedible tea permeates the golden nectar. After trying to make a third cuppa, Bob
finally decided to check his box of tea bags, it was then he made the shocking discovery,
that Bell had cut holes in every single tea bag. Anyway, Bell and Bob got back together like a
month later and have been happily together for nearly 8 years now. They live together, and
have had no more teabag related incidents.
