Random Satisfying Revenge Stories Of People Doing EXACTLY What They Were Told (16 items)

• (#1) Sign The Form Or Get Fired? Okay Then

  From Reddito ru/Blewyouremyboy

  In high school a few friends and myself worked at a local chain restaurant. We were fully able to run the day shift but had never really broken down the equipment and closed up for the evening. One particular night, a few of the night shift had called in sick, we were asked to pull a double and close the restaurant, which we did. Essentially worked from 10a.m. until after midnight. Myself and my three friends and a manager. We were really tired but felt that we had done the right thing and helped out the company.

  The next day the four of us come into work another day shift. The day manager pulls us into her office, one by one, and informs us that she would need to write us up because we hadn't properly cleaned and filtered the fry grease. Regardless of our leaning in for a double, having never closed or been trained on closing procedures, and having been given permission by the night manager to leave (meaning all closing work had been completed). After a quick chat with my friends, it was aligned that I was going to push back on the write up, and if the day manager insisted on writing up us, we would quit. I informed the manager that we were collectively not going to sign the write up slips. Her alternative, threat, was that we would be fired, to which I informed her that if she insisted on writing us up for helping out, pulling a double, not being trained, and having been released by the night manager....then we would quit. Collectively. Immediately. She responded with "If you don't sign the write up, then you will be fired." A staring contest follows, I eventually break in with an, " Ok. I guess we are fired then." We turned in our hats, quit symbolically and left. It was really really amazing, my friend quit mid-burger prep, my other friend simply walked off the cash register in the middle of taking an order. We clocked out and walked out the back, leaving only the day manager in the restaurant. Customers in line, customers at the drive thru.

  Later that same day, we decided return to our place of prior employment. To have dinner. The night shift must have still been sick as the entire restaurant was staffed with managers from nearby restaurants (same chain), including our day manager, who was now pulling her own double, and the night manager that had released us the prior evening. There was nothing better than eating our burgers and watching the management staff fail at every station and knowing that their pride, lack of rational flexibility, and threats had resulted in one of the most righteous meals we ever ate together.

  Needless to say we were all employed at the next chain restaurant down the street in a matter of days. It's been nearly thirty years and I remember that stand off, her ultimatum, and our walk out like it was last week.
• (#11) Converted Me To Salary? Let's See How That Works Out

  From Redditor u/-AceCooper-

  I worked for a mid size fashion company with around 150 retail stores nationwide as a maintenance and safety coordinator. 4 months into the job my manager quit and I picked up everything and was doing fine on my own for years and I was the only person in charge of maintaining the stores and the alarm systems in all the stores. I did get a pay bump but not a promotion in title.

  I put my contact number on every store's emergency contact list just in case the primary contacts, usually the store managers, don't pick up their phones in case of emergencies. And the store managers almost always refuse to pick up calls during off hours, so my phone would ring at least 2 to 3 times every night. 99% of the times are false alarm, usually caused by window break sensors getting tripped by vibration from a big truck passing by or a leaf hitting the window. I hated it but had to do it because if no one on the emergency contact list picks up the phone, the alarm company automatically calls the police for dispatch and there are penalties for false alarms, ranging from $50 to $200 per incidence after 2 or 3 freebies, varies by location.

  In 2017, Department of Labor passed a law requiring all employees making under a certain amount of $$$ to be converted to hourly so they can earn overtime. My salary was $800 short of making the cut. I brought it up with HR stating that an hourly schedule would actually interfere with my duties and a $800 raise in pay would make everything easier. And HR simply said, "well, that's too bad and we can't do anything about it at the moment."

  Well, ok.

  After that conversation I put my phone on mute and stopped caring about anything outside of my 9-5. In hindsight, life was actually so much easier and better that way and not sure why I even wanted to stay on salary. Months go by without any serious issues, except for the penalties for false alarms starting to pile up. One day Accounting and Operations brought me into the office asking what those costs were. I told them what they were and Operations sent out a memo reminding all store managers that safety is of critical importance and they have to pick up calls from alarm companies. No one bothered asking why there was a surge of these additional costs and I didn't care enough to remind them that it was because of me.

  Few more months go by and one morning I woke up to almost 20 missed calls on my cell. Apparently, one of our Florida stores was broken into the night before at around 3am. The store manager tried to get a hold of me because I was the one in charging of requesting/dispatching vendors for things like emergency board up. After an hour of trying to get a hold of me, she eventually started calling up everybody on the hierarchy for help and I had 6 missed calls from the Senior VP of Operations alone. Eventually the Director of Constructions was able to get a crew to board up the store but that was almost 3 hours later and everyone was royally pissed.

  Unsurprisingly, the second I stepped into the office I was called into the office with all the senior management and HR and were asked why I was not there to take care of it. And I simply replied "because I already clocked out." The senior VP of operations was obviously not pleased with that answer and said it was my duty and I needed to be on standby at all times to handle these situations even during off hours. To which I stated "oh, so I should be on call then. In that case I'll have to work with Accounting to get properly compensated for my on-call hours once we have a schedule established."

  The room went silent. And nothing came out of the rather short meeting.

  Later that afternoon, HR called me into the office again asking whether I'd like to become salaried again with a pay bump. I said I'll take the pay bump and but I'd rather stay hourly and walked out.

  They didn't give me the pay bump.

  Edit: Sorry I didn't provide what happened next. So here's some closure. I was put on call for a few weeks because it was summer at the time of the incident and HVAC systems kept failing over the weekends in our Florida stores. And again, I was the one to dispatch vendors to fix them. Money was great during that period lol. Eventually the Director of Constructions was put on as the emergency contact for off hour issues and he absolutely hated it.

  I left the company last year. They had to scramble to get a replacement and hired a maintenance supervisor with an MBA in political science, but no related experience...... My last contact from the company was the supervisor asking me what the log in credentials were for all the 150 stores' alarm systems. I didn't reply.
• (#10) Need The Husband To Show Up? I'll Show Up In A Truck

  From Redditor u/onanonanon19

  My wife is a Doc. She tired of the frequent service visits her Merc required and visited an Infiniti store. She was told that she could not drive a Q45 unless I was present.

  She called me at work; not far from the dealer. Salesman confirmed what she said ... we must both be present for the test drive. Idiots.

  The landscaping crew was doing their thing outside my office, so I decided to employ them in my subterfuge. I changed into my workout clothes, rolled around in the grass and paid Hector $100 to drive his rusted-out, extended cab pick-up and long trailer loaded with mowers ... me and his crew, to the dealership.

  The dealer was located downtown, on a postage stamp lot ... and there was no place to park the truck & trailer without completely bolixing their only street entrance and parking lot entry.

  They: Move your truck!

  Me: You told me I had to be here for the test drive.

  They: Who are you?

  Me: Her husband. You called me away from mowing the ...

  They: Your POS truck is blocking everything! (Correct!)

  Me: Are you going to let the nice lady doctor do a test drive?

  They folded quickly. She bought the Q45 from a different Infiniti dealer.
• (#7) Take All My Breaks? No Problem

  From Reddito ru/tdlm40

  I was working as a temp for a company, and the women in my area were horrible. Catty as all hell. They started picking on everything I did, because I was making them look bad with the sheer amount of work I was doing, so they figured they would find reasons to get me in trouble.

  I smoked. So I would run out at convenient times during my work day for a quick puff, and I would only take 1/2 hour for lunch just to eat. They told my immediate supervisor that I was taking too many breaks. I was reminded by my supervisor of labor laws, and how I get 2 15 minute breaks, and an hour for lunch. I always keep track of all breaks in a note pad (time out, time in), and I never came close to 1.5 hours of breaks before (including bathroom breaks). I told my immediate supervisor this, and he said "you need to follow the rules, but be sure to make use of your notepad".

  Here comes the good part. This job involved all customs paperwork for aircraft parts for military planes that were being fixed. There was never a good 15 minutes or an hour to leave the desk... there was always a call, always an emergency, always paperwork that needed to be done. But, I started going for my breaks like a good girl. 2 breaks Exactly 15 minutes in length, and 1 60 minute lunch. Low and behold the other 2 started complaining because they couldn't handle the pace of their job plus mine. (I did it when they would go on breaks just fine).

  I ended up leaving that job right before they lost their jobs..
• (#3) "If You Don't Like My Rules, Drop The Class"? Okay

  From Redditor u/KiSpacePanda

  So when I was a freshman in college I registered for a basic English 102 course that doubled as a humanities credit. I thought “great, two birds one stone” despite the Rate My Professor for this class being abysmal at best.

  A few things to note, I have ADHD and dyslexia (bs ds ps and gs) so I have a hard time reading most times but especially handwritten stuff. Even my own. It’s also important to note that I had an ADA allowance on file (meaning I get some permissions to allow me to take classes and function as normally as possible). These permissions included use of my tablet during class to write notes and about an hour longer on tests.

  Well first day of class, the professor strolls in with the arrogance and snobbitude of someone who thinks they’re getting tenured this year. He starts talking, going over the syllabus and says “there will be no phones, laptops or technology of any kind in my class. You will write all your notes by hand” which isn’t going to work for me, so I raise my hand and ask him if I can talk to him privately about the rule.

  That went over about as well as a lead ballon and he starts getting snippy and says “anything you need to talk with me about can be found in the syllabus”. But again I said that I needed to talk to him and that it was pretty important. Finally he just says to say it to the class, he doesn’t have time to take out to deal with whining of any kind. Like ok dude. So I say that I’m dyslexic and need my tablet to do the notes and read the assignments, and that my ADA permissions are on file and emailed to all my professors before class.

  He says “yeah I saw the email but I don’t care. You can do the work just like everyone else, you’re not special even if you were in special ed”

  The class goes deadly quiet at that.

  Im absolutely shocked at his bold and completely hilarious lack of awareness and care for his job. Im staring at him open mouthed and he thinks he’s won. He’s got this smug little face like I’ve just been told and they’re no other options nor is there any way he’ll regret his behavior.

  One of the girls in class finally finds her voice and calls hun out in his ableism and lack of decorum but he cuts her off saying “if you don’t like my rules, you can drop the class” so she says “okay” and pulled out her laptop and dropped the class right in front of him, and taking the cue from her 3 other students and I do the same and we leave class together. (At the same time)

  I’ve never met this girl before but she then asks me if I want to go to the dean because honestly I’m really shaken so I said yes and we go straight there telling the dean of students what happened as well as the ADA counselor. They took the girls statement and mine, and discovered that this Professor had pulled this sh*t for years but nobody wanted to get involved.

  Six months later I hear that not only had the Professor not gotten tenured, but he was fired and blacklisted from teaching at the collegiate level.
• (#5) Want To Micromanage My Time? I'll Record Everything

  From Redditor u/FormerStuff

  I work in sales. I spend time in my actual office and on the road making cold calls. The small company I work for uses a call-logging software that plans my trips to customers. A typical logged call would look like this: Called X customer > time spent in call> call notes.

  About a year ago the owner of the company asked me to create a customer called “office work” to ping on the software to let him know I was in my office and not out seeing customers. In the call notes I would write a short general description on what I did in my time in office.

  A month ago the owner decided his fresh out of college 22 year old son was fit to be the manager of all salespersons. His son has commenced to micromanage my daily call reports to the fullest extent. He has to write a report to his father what each salesperson does every day. I get texts or emails almost daily asking what “exact times” I did what in my office or on the road. This culminated to the owners son demanding I log each individual task such as driving to a customer, working on a spreadsheet, or even warming up my vehicle.

  The example he gave me: 7:30AM-7:49AM checked and responded to email, 7:52AM-8:00AM warmed up truck. Etc. Each entry takes about a minute to create and log.

  He wanted to know what I was doing every minute of the entire workday.

  Fine. I can play ball.

  For the past week and a half I have been scrutinizing every single second of the day to ludicrous extent. I timed five minutes and counted the number of breaths I took to get an average amount of breathing per minute. About 18 breaths per minute. Better log that.

  I began timing my bathroom breaks and logging it. My fastest bladder draining is 48 seconds including washing hands!

  I timed how long it took to fill up my water and logged it, 29 seconds from start to back at my desk.

  I timed how long to tie my boots and logged that, 4 seconds each boot.

  Sitting at a stoplight? Logged.

  He now knows I can knock on a customers door 10 times in 3 seconds.

  For about a week I logged everything I did every waking moment of the workday including the bites of my salad for lunch. Hell I even got the other salespersons to join in the malicious compliance. He was inundated in hundreds of reports each day he had to comb through.

  Today he sent an email to the sales force that we are no longer required to give specific times for tasks but rather a general description would suffice. Just like it was before he took over.

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