I want to start this off by clarifying that
it is not my story. It’s the story of someone very close to me, and I will leave out a large
amount of specific detail because quite a bit of info is not mine to reveal. The buildup to the revenge is that this person
had a HORRIBLE employer. She worked HR and managed Payroll at what was effectively a
nursing home. I don’t know that they call themselves that, but it’s what they are.
The company had a bit of a “good old boy’s club” going on, with all of the highest
level management being older men, who all did less work and got more pay than pretty
much everyone else. There were regular complaints from women about being mistreated, and many
women were fired for absolutely absurd reasons, followed by their male coworkers getting raises. That in and of itself was bad, but it’s
not what instigated the need for revenge. What caused the burning desire to get back
at the company was when the company fired my friend’s manager (who was a woman), because
she took a week off after literally breaking a leg, badly. The HR department was already
badly understaffed, so my friend had to take on the responsibilities of this manager, without
any pay bonus. She requested a pay bonus multiple times, denied each time. A month or so later,
the company hires a new manager to replace the old one, at nearly twice the salary. This
new manager is an older man. I’m not entirely sure what this guy actually did during the
day, because my friend continued to do all of the managerial tasks, and she knows that
for a fact because the guy’s account didn’t have access to the systems he needed access
to, and he never asked for that access. For six months, my friend showed this manager
issues with their system, including payroll, and explained that she was not only the ONLY
employee who knew how to use the payroll system, but she was the only one with access to it.
The sexist douchebag ignored her, and made regular comments about how she was replaceable
and useless. One day, she loses her s***. She set up a
bot with her credentials to automatically assign her pay each pay period, according
to her actual salary, so not stealing or anything. She then carefully plans her next move, and
puts in her two week notice, right before a large department-wide week off, and right
before her only coworker has a 2 week vacation. She wouldn’t have time to train the coworker
even if the coworker was in the country. The manager STILL dismissed her, thinking he could
just hire someone who knew what they were doing. Little did he know, she had tweaked
with the payroll software over her time there. Nothing super awful, but it was very different
from what the base software was. She was the ONLY person who knew how to properly use it,
and the only person in the whole company, including the CEO, who had access to the necessary
numbers to actually run the payroll. When she leaves, after the two weeks, the company
has 2 whole pay periods where they do not pay their employees. They can’t. But my
friend still gets paid, because they never disabled her automatic payment thing. They
couldn’t. Eventually they called her and basically begged
her to consult with them on their payroll. For the past 6 months she has been paid $250
an hour, for 5 hours a week, to run the company’s payroll. Fully remote, even though it was
an in-person job before. And to top it all off, she doesn’t even actually work the
5 hours. She wrote a script on her personal device to process payroll for her. She just
has to press one button. She’s working another job now, but d***, she really kicked them
in the a** for their s***. Preface In early 2020 I was hired under the title
"assistant manager" at a local Automotive shop. We mainly sold tyres ("tires", if you're
American) and alloy wheels for passenger vehicles. The company owned several stores.I reported
directly to my manager, who then reported to the owner of the company.Shortly after
I was hired I noticed the behaviour of the manager was far from professional. He would
constantly mock and berate me for being the new guy. I believe part of this was jealousy
and insecurity on his part, as I ended up recording more sales under my name within
the first few months.He would also "knock off" work early and start drinking beer whilst
the rest of us continued to work.I remember when he found out that I participated in MMA
training sessions after work, he tried to goad me into a fight for his own amusement.
Clearly this guy didn't like me and I was starting to get the feeling that he was trying
to get me to snap or lose my cool, and as a result; my employment. I became even more
certain of that with what happened next. Story During the few months that I had worked there
I had noticed that our takings for the day and sales records did not match. I would often
spend half an hour to an hour after work trying to figure out where the errors were coming
from, whilst the manager would simply throw his hands in the air and exclaim that he had
no idea how this was happening. The recurring issue seemed to be that our cash takings had
been recorded incorrectly. There would sometimes be an excess amount of cash that didn't match
up to what was recorded on our sales/invoicing software. Other times, there would be less.
I was, at the time, an accounting student studying towards my bachelors degree. I was
already suspicious of the cash being out each day. However, given how the manager had been
treating me up until this point, I was concerned that any complaint would somehow be twisted
and used against me. And boy was I right! Several weeks later my manager took some time
off. During this time I managed a personal record in store sales, and also noticed something
interesting:*The cash was never out at the end of each shift.*I reported this directly
to the owner of the company (given I was acting manager during the time my manager was away,
I was expected to report to the owner everyday) and explained what had been occuring whilst
the manager was there. In all honesty, I was hopeful that the owner
would be having a word with the manager about the discrepencies. However, I was also weary,
as I believed once the owner spoke to my manager, that the manager will immediately know it
was me who reported this. When the manager returned to work, he immediately
approached me with a disgruntled look on his face. "I've spoken with the owner. You tried
to blame me for the discrepancies?! You should focus on doing your job properly, then this
wouldn't happen!" I was quite taken aback by how angry he was, though, I wasn't surprised
that he twisted it and tried to place blame on me. Given his reaction, I'm even more suspicious
at this point. He want's me to do my job properly, eh? Malicious Compliance ensues That same week, I got to WORK! I started paying
attention to what customers were paying when they were dealing with my manager. Behind
his back, I began examining all of his sale transactions and invoices with a fine comb.As
the days rolled by I started to find evidence of his dishonesty. When it came to a few cash
sales, my manager was doing the following: Example Would tell the customer the price is $200
if he pays cash. Would discount the price by $50 in the sale/invoicing
software. Would put the extra cash into the till and
record a $150 cash sale. Before we did the cash up at the end of the
day, he would sneakily pocket this extra cash whilst no one was around. Though,he was very
foolish, as he clearly couldnt remember the exact amount he had swindled. Hence why the
cash would be up some days (didn't swindle enough), or the cash would be down (swindled
too much). End So when I was 16 I was in Co-op at school
and had to have a job. I got a job at a restaurant and was the new girl but a few friends from
school worked there to so it was a nice fit. This one girl was just always mean. If I was
working in the take out section it was my job to make sure everything was in their bag.
She'd purposely miss stuff on her station. I'd ask for her to get it and she'd say get
it yourself. I didn't want to cause a scene or be a narc so I would for the customers
sake just get it. A family friend opened up a BBQ place and asked me to work and it was
better pay and more benefits so I accepted. About a year later that girl and her family
came into eat at the BBQ place. I cut their meat and got their sides for em while the
other girl checked them out. Well she ordered fries and we make em fresh so it takes a bit
longer. I told my co worker hey I'll take these to the table. I put them next to her
smiled and said, "I made these fries extra special just for you." I went back behind
the counter and she never touched one. I just wanna be clear I made those fries like I would
for anyone seasoned well they were fresh good fries. I'd never do anything to anyone's food.
I just remember her face when I said that to her. It's still satisfying to this day.
This happened over a year ago when I was working as a waiter in a restaurant. First of all I need to put on some context
: the ruling of the store and... let's name her Diane. When I started to work there, they explained
to me my benefits. One of them was staff food. Free staff food everyday, and on every Tuesdays
and Thursdays, we could order some items on the menu with a 50% discount, if we wanted
to have something nice to eat, or just chose to go with the free staff meal. To do so,
in the system, we would open a table in our name, the table "Michael" for example, order
what we want, and the managers would close the table with the 50% discount and keep the
due money from the tips. Fair enough. Keep this in your mind for later, now let's
introduce you to Diane. Diane was a veteran waitress working there,
4,5 years in the store when I started. She knew everything very well and was honnestly
good at her job. She befriended the managers, and she was appreciated by the owner. On my
first days, Diane looked nice to me, always smiling and friendly. The thing is, over the years, I realized that
Diane was a two-faced girl : she would be very friendly to you and complain about you
behind your back. We had a Facebook group where all the waiters and managers were added,
and she would very often complain about the job not being done correctly. She was mostly
working morning shifts, so she would mostly work alone, serve the few tables she had in
the daytime, and wait for the night shift to change her. On weekends she would not be
alone so some of us would also be mornings. Here is her beautiful portrait : She would try to be very bossy with her co-workers,
including me. She would devalue the work of everyone else,
so she would make it look like the was the only one working hard. She would message the managers about her co-workers
and why one or the other should be fired. She would ask the managers to reprimand us
if we were late (5 min) She herself sometimes would come 45 min late
for work (managers would come on opening time, and see if everything was done correctly),
forcing us to open without her in the weekends. She would befriend the managers but talk s***
about them to us, telling us that they had no idea how to run the store. A lovely person. Everyone in the store, manager
and owner excluded, wanted her out of the team. She was hated and a nightmare to work
with. They litterally gave her only morning shifts to avoid people working with her and
create problems. After 2 years in the store, I knew the job
very well and was not considered a beginner anymore by anybody. I knew everything I had
to do and was good at my job as well. I could litterally run the store alone, outside of
the management work of course. One day she tried to boss me around by giving
me orders which I ignored, because I knew where my priorities had to be. She didn't like that at all, and I loved it.
The more she would ask me to do something, the more I'd do everything but that. In the end of the shift, she went to speak
with the manager about me. Then to my coworker, let's name him Tony, who then came to repeat
to me what she said. She told him that she would try to do everything
in her power to get me fired, which I replied, very p***** "Alright, so let's talk about
the fact that you're paying for her food for at least 2 years now." Tony was very confused by what I just told
him and asked me what I meant by that. See, from when I started and over the past
2 years, I saw regularly Diane finishing her shifts and bringing home take-away orders,
that everyone assumed was her discounted staff food. The thing is, I noticed that the ticket
from her food left in the kitchen didn't have her name on it, but a table number, that was
closed as "cash payment" in the system. The thing is, if the table is marked as "paid",
but the money is missing from the till, managers would take the missing money from the shared
tips to pay what is due. So ultimately we would all pay for the food that she ordered.
Back then, I remember asking her about it, and she replied something like "don't worry
about it, managers know it's ok". I didn't believe her, but being the new guy, I didn't
want to create any trouble so. I just let it be. And for over 2 years she just ordered
and ordered. I don't really know why I didn't say something, but guess it just became a
habit to see her leaving with take aways, and not being a trouble maker, I kept my mouth
shut. Plus she was friend with the managers, which was intimidating enough. Tony was stunned that I never said anything
about this, since absolutely everyone was waiting for anything to get her fired. I apologized
and I told him to just observe her, and look carefully what she was bringing home. Guess what ? The very next day, Tony caught
her. He checked what she was bringing home, checked in the system, and confronted her.
She started stuttering and panicking, trying to quickly get out of this situation, and
then just headed home. Tony then told the managers what happened,
who confronted her by text messages. She tried to play it as a missclick, then said that
she would pay it, but nothing could trick the managers. She lasted until the end of the week and then
got removed from the team. We shared her tips and rejoiced over our defeated ennemy in the
Facebook group. I even took a Warning for offering shots to
everybody, celebrating her firing. Worth it, would do it again. Years ago I worked in a
warehouse as an order filler/picker. After about a year I got a promotion and was now
a backup clerk in the office, meaning I would fill in for the full time clerk. Most days
I was still a picker though. Due to this position I knew how to correct
a certain mistake pickers would make that we usually had to walk down to the office
for the clerk to fix. We were timed and hounded by management about our numbers, so I started
using the computer in my work area to fix the issue myself when it arose. I was praised for this by certain management,
so imagine my surprise when I was abruptly fired for it after months of doing it. Cue the petty revenge. One of the people instrumental
in my firing transferred to HR soon after I left, and answers the phones. So for the
last 5 years I’ve been using their phone number online every time a random company
or petition etc asks for it and I don’t feel comfortable using mine. I also do this
with their address. Not sure if this affects them at all but it
makes me feel good and is super petty so I will continue probably forever So the other
day a tree fell down on the road by my house after a very heavy rain. The tree covered
the entire two lane road which also happens to be a very busy state road off a highway
so it's fairly busy. It fell at the bottom of a blind curve hill that's posted 45mph
but most go 60mph. I saw it on my way home and took the long
country route around to get home, then walked down to the tree to watch. A trucker was there
cutting small limbs with a hand saw so I started helping clear the road with him while we wait
for cops. We get half cleared and he heads back out and I start helping direct traffic. After a few minutes a guys shows up hauling
one of those half a mobile home trailers. He can't pass so he gets out and starts helping
me direct, he even has orange flags. After 10 mins cops finally show. (Rural country)
they start directing at bottom of hill (useless) so I head up to top with buddy. At this point
two other trucks with half trailers show up and are basically waiting on the hill stopped
with traffic backing up. Cops are letting bottom go but not top. After a break from
bottom cars a dude in a suit tries speed around everyone almost hitting flag buddy. He gets
to top of hill and sees the tree, houses and a car going 50 heading his way. He whips back
into right lanes and slams his breaks. So then cops start waving our side to finally
go but flagger buddy runs up in front of convertible and stands there. Tells me to go back and
wave the other cars along. So rich impatient convertible dude had to sit there while we
let all the cars behind him go, then the cars on other side, then him. After what was probably
only 3 minutes we finally let him go while loudly talking about him outside the car.
We gave him a very polite wave good bye. Super super petty but so satisfying. So i’m not
sure if this belongs here but full send. So in 6th grade, i got bullied by a dude we will
call J. It was relentless for all of 6th and 7th grade. But he stopped in 8th and up(because
i grew to 6ft during summer). So fast forward to now. My family owns the only place in a
100 mile radius where you can buy dirt bike tires and parts. Enter J, he walks and sees
me working the counter and double takes, he walks around until a coworker L comes back.
While he is still “looking at products” i pull L back and say “this dude is a dick,
He used to bully me.” L responds “Is that so?” Cut to him coming to the counter and
asking if we have any tires for his bike in stock. We do, and he asks how much are they,
L said a bogus number $200 more then they actually are to see if he notices. He doesn’t.
Then he buys them and goes on his mary way.It was suggested this be posted in pettyrevenge.
Makes sense, so here is the copy pasta... On mobile, and also unsure if this is "Pro"
level revenge, but I thought it was funny enough to share. It's also not my story per
se, but from a colleague in the business. Back in 2014 (or so) I was assisting a construction
job with multiple disciplines working alongside each other. One of these disciplines was a
crew installing electrical equipment and components. These workers run cable, and the tubing (conduit)
required to house the cable, throughout the project site (and sometimes beyond). This one electrical foreman, let's call him
Trevor, had been working his butt off. There were night and day shifts. Trevor worked day
shifts and was the lead foreman. Trevor's boss, we'll call him Rodrigo, was a managerial
type by profession and knew very little about the technical side of the business. Rodrigo
was constantly asking Trevor for progress updates to deliver in daily meetings with
upper management. Those types of meetings are a very big deal, because the client attends
those meetings. Very big client (think oil and gas industry). One fine day, while out making my rounds,
Trevor approached me to chat a little about my discipline (piping design). Sometimes we
get in each others way but often find an amicable solution. On this day he was keeping a juicy
little tale of revenge. Rodrigo had pushed Trevor too much over the
course of the project, and Trevor was getting to be really annoyed by Rodrigo's insistance
for installation status. So, in his mind, Trevor casually thought of a way to expose
how little Rodrigo knew about electrical installation (and possibly get Rodrigo off his back). Story goes, Trevor was standing in the middle
of a loud project construction site giving Rodrigo the run-down of all what had been
installed so far that day. Trevor cleverly obliged and noted that multiple lengths of
cable were pulled, so many feet of conduit shaped and installed, blah amounts of electrical
boxes mounted, about seven Flux capacitors installed, and bleep pieces of equipment hooked
up. Rodrigo furiously wrote down all the precious
information and immediately scurried off to his trailer office, as the meeting would have
taken place that morning. Near the end of the day a high level manager approached Trevor,
apparently unable to speak without laughing. As he calmed himself this manager commended
him on the comedy bestowed upon upper management and the client. It was then when Trevor knew he did good.
Rodrigo, who seemed to not understand what a Flux capacitor was, proceeded to read off
all the items Trevor had mentioned in their last interaction... including the installation
of Flux capacitors. Word had it there was a brief silence after Rodrigo's report, then
uncontrollable laughter to smash that silence. Poor Rodrigo. He had no clue what everyone
was laughing about which made the error that much more entertaining! Rodrigo wasn't pleased with Trevor's shenanigans,
but couldn't do much with his limited knowledge and lack of authority to fire anyone. I don't
remember what happened to Rodrigo, but I do remember he wasn't reprimanded or fired. Trevor
kept on trucking until the construction effort was completed. That joke was told by nearly
everyone (multiple companies) until we all went our separate ways. I tell this story
to my coworkers in hopes they understand not to overstep the expertise of others. This
happened back around 1988/1990. I was a petty officer in the Coast Guard and
stationed at our Headquarters in Washington, DC. At the time, this was located on SW 7th,
across the street from L'Enfant Center, so the easiest way to get to work was to take
Metro. Since I was being barracked at Ft. Myers, I could take one of the hourly free
buses to the Pentagon, catch the Metro into Washington, get off at L'Enfant Plaza and
just walk across the street. Not the best commute, but fairly easy. However, if I had
to work late, then I'd end up having to either grab a taxi or use the public bus system for
at least part of the trip, which I hated doing in uniform. In short, I wanted to buy a car. I hadn't
needed one up to this point, but the benefits of having one finally outweighed the costs
and I was "in the market," as they say. The only other possible background I should
need to explain is SRB. The Selective Reenlistment Bonus program was (might still be) a bribe
to get men and women to reenlist or extend their enlistment by offering a bonus equal
to one's base pay times your rating's current multiplier (ratings the military needed more
got higher multipliers while those they had plenty of might only get a 1 or even not get
any SRB) times the number of years one reenlisted for. In my case, at that place and time, my rating
had a multiplier of 5 and I had a base pay of around $1200, so when I reenlisted for
six years, I found myself with a bonus of roughly $35,000. A perfect time to buy a car. Now, the usual way one received one's SRB
was in yearly installments. However, if you could convince your command that you had a
need for it, it was possible to get it all in a lump sum. This was frowned on, if only
due to the tax hassle it created for the servicemember, but it could be done. I wanted to buy a car. My command agreed that
buying a car was a good investment and after having me sign all sorts of paperwork acknowledging
that I would be far smarter to do yearly payments, they handed me, a young man in his twenties,
a check for the lump sum. Okay, this is where the stupidity begins. I didn't have a bank account. What can I say?
Like a car, I hadn't needed one, so I simply cashed my paycheck every couple of weeks and
either locked it up or carried it on me. (Like I said, stupid and I know better now.) So, intending to buy a car the next day, a
Saturday, I walked my dopy a** across the street and cashed my reenlistment bonus check
at the bank we all used for paydays. It wasn't easy, but it was near the end of the day and
the manager of the bank was used to our business, so I ended up with six or seven envelopes
stuffed with cash, crammed in various uniform pockets. And, no, I was still young enough
that I never even considered that I could be robbed. So, not being a total idiot, I flagged down
a cab and was on my way back to the barracks when we passed the Porsche dealership. On
a whim, I had the taxi double back and let me off there. I was under no illusion that
I could actually buy one, but $35,000 would be a nice down payment, maybe enough to let
me afford the rest on monthly payments! I walked in and spent a few minutes checking
out the prices of a 911 Carrera Coupe and was astonished to discover that I could cover
over half the base sticker! About at that time, a salesman walked over. Perfect! But before I could ask about financing, the
salesman tried to give me the bums rush. He was polite, sorta, but the overall message
was one of "this is all too much for you, sailor boy, so move along and quit bringing
down the overall class of our dealership, okay?" I stared at him for a long moment and then
asked, "How much does this model right here cost?" He gave a small sniff and replied that it
was over fifty thousand dollars, plus tax. So, I took out an envelope, tore it open and
started counting hundred dollar bills onto the hood of the car. When that envelope was
empty, I pulled out another and kept counting. By the forth envelope, I was down to fifties
and had around thirty grand in cash stacked in piles of five thousand on the hood and
was pleased to see that the salesman was now sweating ever so slightly. I pulled the last envelope out and stopped.
I looked the salesman in the eye and asked how much his commission was? He licked dry lips and told me it was around
twenty percent of gross. I smiled, picked up the cash and stuffed it
back into pockets while saying, "Forget it. I'll come back tomorrow and deal with somebody
who respects the military." Then I left. I had to walk several blocks to find a taxi
and was nervous as h*** all the way with all that loose cash, but got back to the barracks
safely. I bought a used Olds the next day. I was doing humanitarian research for uni
in an African country where there were marauding rebels carrying out the most gruesome attacks
worse than you can imagine. Govt. troops were brutal too. A government soldier came up to my table in
a cafe one day and we conversed: Him: Hi, how are you? Me: I'm fine, how are you? H:
Fine. Are you Mr. **** M: Yes, I am, what can I do for you? H: I hear you're sleeping
with my wife. Spoiler alert: I wasn't. But we had to sit down in a semi-formal manner
at a cafe that evening and discuss. He brought a witness and I brought my translator. After
90 min of discussions we agreed I wasn't banging his missus. Great stuff! We parted on good
terms. A week later, my hotel room was broken into
and all my research, cards, passport etc was stolen. A week later, he called me again claiming
I was banging the ol missus and he was out for very non r/petty revenge. So I fled. When I made it to my home country I sent him
an anonymous SMS: "Thank you for signing up to the gay pornographic
SMS service. You will be charged $1 for each SMS you receive. I sent him 3,000 of the same
message" I always chuckle thinking about him sitting
around the campfire with his troops, panicking about the incessant message notifications
delivering gay porn where those tendencies have the strictest of punishments. I don't think it's a homophobic hate crime
if the target was just a b****** and not gay, right?
