I'm a truck driver (20s, F), and an inconsiderate
driver (30s?, M) next to me was blasting some sort of talk show, podcast, or something with
his door open keeping me up. I could literally hear it clearly in my sleeper!!! đ Couldn't sleep anyway, so... He learned the hard way on why not to cross
an ex-emo armed with the knowledge of the heaviest metal and college dormitory experience. đ€š I blasted some heavy metal and opened
my windows. It was like the Korean DMZ when they still
had music and propaganda blasting at each other. đąđ¶đ¶đ¶ Needless to say... He stopped, and I added an additional hour
for good measure. đ This is a revenge in progress! To get to the point, this year early march
ny orthopaedic doctor noticed a deformity in my wrists which makes me unable to do a
lot of things such as lifting heavy things without a brace or writing for long periods
of time. I have a teacher who fails to acknowledge
this as she makes us write on the daily about 3 or 4 pages of work in the lesson plus as
homework.(My major is about sales/marketing/company leading stuff, I donât know how to translate
this major.) Two teachers teach this subject, switching
between lessons. The other teacher explains it to us in just
a couple of sentences which is roughly about a page or a page and a half total, lets call
this teacher Mr. William. But we are not talking about him today. The other teacher, let's call her Mrs. Laura. As I've mentioned above, I cannot write for
long periods of time, so her classes are obviously a pain to be in. When I was diagnosed I've told her about it
personally and what she said basically comes down to "I don't care. It's your problem not mine so solve it." So since September I've been struggling to
keep up with her classes and her ridiculous method of teaching. Recently, I found my grandmother's typewriter
and it still works just as well as it did 35 years ago. "Why a typewriter?" you might ask. It's because my printer doesn't work.(plus
I like old things) Mrs Laura doesn't like it when someone does
something different from her plans or says the same thing but differently as her when
she asks a question and she will just yell at you saying, "on the exam they won't accept
this! You will just fail and then you can go and
sweep the streets for the rest of your life!" (I am not exaggerating, she really said this.) She likes to put us down emotionally when
we don't answer something correctly. She's super dramatic about it, immediately
assuming we know nothing. Anyway back to the typewriter, she has given
us a bunch of assignments with a ridiculously short deadline so I will take the liberty
of accommodating myself and not I injure myself just for her happiness. Because no way in heck that I am doing 4 assignments
that are about 3 pages long each. Typing it is faster and easier for me. Besides, she never said we cannot print out,
or in my case, type it down, what she sends us through the Kréta app, (it's an app that
students use to check their curriculum, homework and grades. Also where teachers put in homework and grades. Teachers can check our attendance records,
homework, grades, etc.) I will update y'all once she's back. She's currently on sick leave or a break. My sister and I just finished grocery shopping,
and I was pushing the cart with our groceries to my car when all of a sudden I hear a honk
behind us. I was confused because we were not in the
way at all. In fact if I moved anymore to the parked cars
I wouldâve hit them with my cart. He flipped us off and parked his car. My sister and I looked at each other confused,
but honestly I was feeling mad. I noticed he parked his car next to the area
where you are suppose to drop off your carts. I also noticed he was just dropping someone
off, and is about to leave. I told my sister to go into the car, and Iâll
handle the groceries. I hurriedly put the groceries away in my trunk,
and headed to the drop off area for carts except I put my cart right behind his car. I quickly walked back to my car, and explained
eveything to my sister. We were still able to see his car where I
was parked, so we were just waiting to see his reaction. After a few seconds, we see the car backing
up and BAM HITS THE CART! I quickly drove off after that, so Iâm not
sure if he damaged his car.I didnât think he would hit the cart. My original revenge-intent was going to be
that he would have to get out of his car and move the cart and it would just be an annoying
inconvenience for him, but I guess that worked too. Not my fault he didnât check his mirrors. Yesterday, i
cooked burgers for my family. Currently, we are 8 in the house. My eldest brother and his wife are there because
their apartment is being fixed so they need a place to stay for two months, which is our
house. I did smash burgers from scratch....YES even
the potato buns are from scratch and I grinded the meat myself using the kitchenaid meat
grinder. I made the servings, two patties for each
potato bun and each person in my family will get two burgers.....Except mom and dad since
they don't wanna eat so much but the rest want. I made 14 buns which means there are 28 thin
patties. However, during dinner time, dad had some
mushroom burgers mom bought in the grocery and he said that he has gout. He did have the potato buns and he said they
were delicious. When my eldest brother got........He tried
to get 4 patties for a single potato bun and I slapped his hand IN FRONT OF THE WHOLE FAMILY. He got so mad, we argued....his wife just
ignored it and jsut let me and her husband argue. My brother said "Dad can't get so I'm jsut
getting his share and I told my bro that he has no right to automatically claim a share
of someone but he said "Its gonna be the same thing if dad won't get" then i coutnered "You're
not the cook so screw you". Mom then just raised her voice and told everyone
to keep quiet. It felt so good slapping my brother's hand. He has been like that. When someone can't get.....he automatically
says their share is his even when they never said he can get their share. It happened a lot and it happened now
to a food I just cooked. Not sure if this is considered a petty revenge,
but I once applied to a job near my house. We had an amazing interview. We were all happy and chuckling. They said, I answered the questions correctly,
even the math test they gave me and I thought I got this interview in the bag. Towards the end of the interview, I asked
when will I hear from them and they said the following week. I asked another question if they also call
back those who donât qualify, because to me, if I didnât, Iâd rather know, so I
can move on. The manager was like, âOh yeah. Thatâs professional courtesyâ. The following week came and another week came
by and another and I didnât hear back from them. I, honestly, forgot about it. 3 months later, I got an email from Indeed
saying my qualifications match this job posting and it was from that same company, for the
same position I applied to. I applied to it again. I thought theyâd skip me, since I applied
before and didnât make the cut. They called me to schedule me for an interview. I said in the call that Iâm in the middle
of something and will call them back. Itâs been about a week, I havenât called
them back. They called me two more times and got an email,
but I never called them back or replied to the email. Lol. I know itâs dumb, but thatâs me. PS I also understand why companies donât
call you when you didnât get the job. I just wish they went with their word. They couldâve, at least, worded it differently. Maybe something like, âShould you get the
job, weâll let you know immediatelyâ. I used to run a restaurant/bar where we would
have weekly salsa nights and turn the place into a club. Some of the guests this attracted were not
ideal, and one day we had one such guest. This woman gave a hard time to one of the
bartenders, cutting in front of other guests and then after being served, claiming the
drink was too weak. She got into an argument with another guest
saying that guest took her seat, even though she didn't leave anything on the bar top or
seat while she was away at the dance floor. Fast-forward one hour and I'm called over
by a bartender because this woman is now demanding her drink be remade due to her dropping it
while dancing (yes she was dancing with it in her hand). She looks like she doesn't even need another
drink, and should likely be cut off. The second I come over though to talk to her,
she asks me if I'm the manager and when I say yes she says I have to make her another
drink because she dropped hers. She's very rude, but luckily we have her card
behind the bar so she can't refuse to pay. I tell her we're not going to remake anything,
unless she purchased drink insurance. She looks shocked and says what the f*? I repeat, did you purchase drink insurance? If not, oh well. She was closed out, and left, all while saying
how she's never going to come back. Never saw her again, somehow the place remained
in business despite this. I was subbing for another science teacher
for our seniors. They're a great group, with a few that are
going to push buttons. Not mean or malicious at all, just seeing
what they can get away with. The teacher had left them some online work
that was fairly interesting (online games on the subject, short videos, that kind of
stuff) and they could finish it in less than an hour. This left another half-hour to relax in a
90 minute period. The rule was, FIRST do the work, THEN chill,
nap, whatever. Didn't even require them to remain in assigned
seats, stay silent, or turn off music (if the videos were done). Two of my students were doing anything but
the assignment. I warned them a few times, then opened the
program that lets me see what's on their screens. Nope, not a single bit of work completed,
while the rest of the class was sailing through it. I took over their computers and locked them
out, changed the volume to speakers instead of headphones, and cranked it up. First guy had his computer play the My Little
Pony remix. The second one got Baby Shark. Loud, for the entire class to hear. I gave back control, eventually. They got their work done, and still had time
to relax afterwards. And the rest of the class got a great laugh
out of it! This happened yesterday at work. I work in a small gourmet store in a high
end area. So we have some entitled people. I work in the bakery/checkout section, with
2-3 other people depending on the day. When this happened there were three of us
working, but one girl (CW2) was in the back. My coworker (CW1) was helping this guy find
a box of sesame seed cookies we sometimes have. We have a cookie shelf that is near the entrance
that connects us to the other side of the store. She and the customer were standing five feet
away from the actual entrance, so it had âopened upâ and there was about three to four feet
on the other side of them for people to pass. Enter rude lady (RL). RL was carrying ~4 sandwiches, two of which
were wraps in a container. Her hands were full, but she wasnât close
to dropping everything. She didnât have a cane or anything, walked
like I did. Anyway, she comes through the opening and
CW1 and customer are âin her wayâ. They blocked a direct path but she could have
easily gone around them to get to me. She would have to cross over to get to me
anyway because of where the register is. Instead of taking advantage of the 3-4 feet
that was wide open, this woman stops, sighs, and says âseriously?â In shock CW1 and customer move out of her
way but are giving her a hard side eye. Iâm honestly in shock as Iâm ringing her
up but Iâm in customer service mode so Iâm smiling and being pleasant. She tells me the sandwiches she is buying
are for a baseball team. When I asked, she said it was college rather
than high school or little league. So it was probably her son on the team, as
she only looks like she is in her lateish- fifties. The exit is about ten feet away from the registers,
and we face the door. So as this lady is walking out, I say to my
coworker, loudly enough for her and others to hear âsheâs such a nice grandma, bringing
her grandsons baseball team sandwiches.â She turns and looks at me, but I said it sincerely
enough that she didnât want to call me out in front of other customers. She just walked after that. So i just resigned from my job (small company)
cause my manager would not pay me on time, he would avoid me on pay day and i would have
to seek him out and ask why he hasnât paid me yet. I work remotely so we dont see eachother often. Granted he wasnt always this bad, but he always
paid me later than he was supposed to. This year however it got worse as the company
started doing badly. Im an understanding person but what irritated
me more than anything was how id have to ask him why im not paid instead of him informing
me that things are bad and will salary will be delayed. So I started planning my exit plan. We also had a big project that we were working
on and was supposed to be presented for the clients. Comes presentation day i dont show up, he
texts and calls and i ignore him. Then later that day i emailed him my resignation. I thought i should make him feel what heâs
made me feel for months When I was in college, I had this ex that
I had a bad break up with. After a few months of not seeing each other,
we met up to exchange our things, and I thought we were fine from how our conversation went. I later realized they hadnât given me back
all of my stuff, and called them asking for it back. They refused and eventually ended up blocking
my number. I wouldâve honestly not cared about it bc
at that point I wanted it all to be over, but I couldnât let it go because they stole
some jewelry that were gifted to me from family. Over time I tried to forget about it and kept
telling myself there was nothing I could do. A few months later I was walking back to my
dorm, and saw their car was parked in a handicap spot. I literally ran to my room, called campus
police, told them someone had parked in a handicap spot, and gave them the car description. They let me know they would send someone at
some point (esp bc universities loveeee nothing more than giving out tickets). I could see the parking lot from my room and
few hours later saw someone pull up to the car and put a ticket on it. I woke up the next day, saw the ticket on
the door, but the car was still thereâŠso I called again. Felt kind of bad about it, but also helped
me get out some of the frustration I had from them stealing my things :) This lady comes over, gets drunk as freak
and crashes on our spare bed at least 3 times a week. Everytime i go to get a snack or something
she likes to make little comments about what i choose, such as âreal breakfast of champions
huhâ or âhow are you living off thatâ iâve tried the rebuttal of âhow are you
living off boxed wineâ and that definitely helped. Sheâs continued and iâve had enough. So, starting today (currently 12:30PM and
sheâs still asleep.) I will be MAXING my subwoofers and amp out
until she leaves or addresses it. Considering she doesnât live here iâm
going to tell her too freak off if she tells me to turn it down. Let me eat what I like bench i donât need
you making me more self conscious. IT WAS SALTINES AND PEANUT BUTTER NOT EVEN
SERIOUS JUNK FOOD. Before I start, Its valuable to
know I have ADHD and have always found it easier to type than write. So, in secondary school, I had a cruel hearted
hag of a spanish teacher. She overheard me say that I didnt want to
take Spanish for GSCE and went off on me- it was like putting a red rag to a bull. She went off on me, saying (I kid you not)
"Do you know, there are children in the places of the world I've loved that would bite your
arm off to be in the position you are, and so to throw your education into the dumps
like that is so unbelievably arrogant and selfish" So theres a precursor as to wasnt she had
it in for me. A few months later, She's checking homeworks,
which she sets way more often that shes meant to, and I got fed up and just started typing. She comes to me and asks me how she doesnt
know I put it through an internet translator, and I asked her how she knew the other students
didnt cheat on it, and she said because they had written it down. I responded with "They could also have put
it through a translator and just written it down, that's how writing works" and she SIGHED,
Walked away, and said whatever. The f**king nerve to single me out and be
obnoxious before walking away like its nothing? I didn't stand for it. I have type on diabetes, kind of giving me.a
free pass out of lessons, so I ask her if I can go to the years 7-11 hub (kind of like
a jack of all trades main office for those years) she says yes (she has to) but I never
specified I had to go because of my blood sugar. I met with my head of year, and told her what
happened. She got called out of teaching, we all spoke,
another Spanish teacher found I didnt translate it literally because There were a few mistakes
and some interpretations. I also asked her to find a software I could
have used for that. She got backed into a corner and started looking
guilty. The whole thing finished with me getting a
spanish homework exemption, and her not being able to make my lessons a misery for fear
of getting sacked. From every lesson 'til I stopped taking spanish
to then, I always angelically beamed at her and if she asked what I was doing I always
responded with "I'm just happy, ms. Is there a problem?" The hag got what she deserved after she got
fired for "squeaky business" with another teacher in the staff room laboratory. Good riddance to bad rubbish. My ex was the definition of POS husband. He was abusive, couldn't hold down a job,
and was a cheater. The kick in the butt to leave him was catching
him with a girl in our apt. It took me longer to leave than I wished but
loving states away with practically no friends of my own I had to wait for the perfect opportunity
to get out. When that day finally came I told him I was
leaving. Told him that the next months rent was paid,
he was on his own for the following month and then the lease was up and he needed to
find somewhere else to live. Some say this was too nice buy my name was
on that lease and didn't want an eviction on my record. What I also left him with was no money. I had switched my paychecks over to an account
in only my name 6 months prior because he couldn't be trusted with our joint account
and was spending money on unnecessary things leaving us short on bills multiple times. He also had no job, he lost his last one (I
think that was number 4 in the 3yrs we were together) AND to top it off he didn't have
the ability to get a new job because his Permanent resident card had just expired. We had been saving money to get it renewed
as I was planning ahead but once he lost his last job we needed to use that money for bills
so it was gone. So to sum it up 1.No money all the money I
took was from my job so it was mine 2. No job 3. No ability to get a job and 4. No car. Car was in my name and I was making the payments As far as the stuff I took from the apt. I only took my things and left most things
we had gotten together including furniture that was his mom's anyways. Some people said I left him in a pretty freaked
up position. But my whole marriage was a freaked up position
so I feel it was well deserved. This is pretty tame compared to others here,
but I couldnât do much more at the time, and this still gets comments from his friends. My ex husband was a POS. 10 year relationship,
4 months of marriage all down the drain in 1 morning when he tried to throw me off our
balcony & then attacked me when he realised he was too weak to pick me up. I had him arrested & he went to prison but
only for a week. When he got out, he told his solicitor what
certain things he definitely wanted that I couldnât keep; his tv and his PlayStation. I was ticked. The PlayStation was bought with vouchers and
money that our friends and family had given us for our wedding and he decided to spend
one day whilst I was at work. As were a lot of the games. But fine. He wanted them back he could have them back. I was keeping his beloved gaming PC and our
cat so I felt I was wining in some sense. However, he really should have been more specific. See, when he said he wanted the TV and the
PlayStation back, thatâs what he got. Thatâs all he got. I kept everything else. The power cables. The remotes. The controllers. The games. And, as I had a restraining order against
him and his family, he had no way of contacting me. At least, not until I filed for divorce a
few months later, where my solicitor discovered he wanted them back as part of the settlement. Unfortunately for him, she agreed that I gave
him exactly what he asked for so no, he doesnât get them back. Moral of the story? Be specific. This got longer than expected so TLDR at the
bottom. Many moons ago I worked in construction, repairs
after water and fire damage specifically. It was my fathers company and I worked there
between studies and other jobs, but I got fairly decent at the job in time, at least
good enough to be trusted with managing the on-site duties for smaller jobs. We typically handle everything on the job
site, including hiring third party painters, plumbers and electricians, as the jobs we
took were insurance jobs. The customer was home as I was finishing up
putting down new floorboards and molding after a water leak in their kitchen due to cracked
plumbing, asking questions about the job and otherwise being pleasant to be around. As I was packing down my gear the plumber
we contracted arrives. I was pleasantly surprised to see that "Helen"
was the one showing up. Having worked with her before we have a quick
chat as she is grabbing what she needs from her truck. "Helen" was in her early twenties at this
time, with a year or two on the job but is constantly praised behind her back by her
coworkers for her exceptional work. I walk back into the house with her and show
her the kitchen and she gets ready to do her work. I enter the living room with my broom and
vacuum to clean up after myself and inform the tenant that the plumber is here and his
kitchen will be fully functional once she is done. "She? Women cant be plumbers" he says as lets out
a annoying sounding grunt. I assure him it is a she, and that she knows
her stuff. He looks quizzically at me and moves to the
kitchen to, I assume, confirm that is was in fact a woman. I loosely follow as I sense a situation brewing
and because I am curious. In the kitchen he lets out a disappointed
"hello?" and after she introduces herself he asks where the "real" plumber is. She informs him that she is the plumber and
that she will be done shortly. He refuses to believe that she is the actual
plumber and asks again where the "real" plumber is. She gets a confused look at her face and before
she has time to respond he utters "I want a real plumber, not a little girl who cried
her way to this job and will screw it up because a cute little girl like you cannot be a plumber". She is rightfully angered by this, does not
know how to respond. I step in to tell him she really is a plumber
and is more than capable for a simple job like this. He still refuses to believe this and tells
her to call a real plumber and orders her out of the house. She gets up and heads over to her car with
tears in her eyes. I asked if she was ok, she said yes but I
doubt that was true. She told me to finish up what I was doing
while she called her boss. I figured she wanted to be alone a few minutes
and obliged. Her boss, hearing what had happened instructed
her to stay there while he came over to talk to this fine specimen of humanity. I was done with my tasks at the house and
stayed to talk with her while we waited for her boss. When her boss came, we gave him the full story
and watched him go over to the house. Their interaction took place at the front
door, next to where we were parked. The owner of the house spat out "Finally,
someone who knows their stuff, right this way" and turned around to show the location
of the kitchen. Her boss just said "No", making the owner
turn back. "Just because she is a young woman does not
mean she is not a great plumber, she is one of my best. You do not talk to any of my employees like
that. We will not finish this job". After that he walked back over to us and just
said "Let's go". We all left. As our company was project lead, we would
have been the ones finding a different plumber to take the job, however my dad does not care
for these kinds of disrespectful people. Once I told him about that days events, he
contacted the insurance company and informed them that the customer was disrespectful to
his employees and subcontractors and would no longer offer services to this customer. We still had some carpentry work left at this
mans house waiting for the electrician to finish his work which also was canceled as
they were subcontracted by us and paid by us. This meant that the insurance company had
to contract a new company for project lead, which then had to contact their own subcontractors. The magnificent timing of these events meant
that no one had open slots in their calendars for this job. We have a good relationship with the insurance
agents we work with, and was informed that it took a full week before this job was completed,
instead of being finished the next day. Bonus About a year later we are talking to the insurance
agent on a different job, and he asks if we remember this customer. He informs us that he had a new water leak
in a different section of the house. It was discovered that the plumbing work was
done by one of the customers friends. In Norway plumbing (and electrical) needs
to be done and documented by a licensed professional, otherwise your insurance will not be paid. As you might have guessed, his friend is not
a plumber. He had to pay the repairs of the latest damages
out of pocket, and the insurance company took a new look at the first leak. It was decided that the initial water leak
also did not qualify for insurance, and he had to pay back the full amount of repairs
for this as well. I gave "Helen" a call with the fantastic news,
and she was ecstatic.
