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

• (#8) I Won't Get The Pay? Then I Won't Come In

  From Redditor u/phoenix103082

  When I was a senior in high school, I started working as a cashier at a grocery store. While this was not my first job, it was my first one where I was part of a union and learned about some of the pros and cons of unions (mostly pros like regular raises, breaks, holiday pay, etc.). We had a woman there who was basically our human resources person and we did not get along from even before I worked there. I will call her Sally.

  I came in for my interview and Sally was not there and had left work for the day. I remember apologizing and saying, "I must have mixed up the days. Is there anyway you can find out which is the correct day for my interview?" but the manager on duty advised me that I was correct as they had checked the calendar in her office and she had written it down and so he, the front end supervisor, and the other manager who came in to start his shift all interviewed and hired me instead. I later heard from the group vine that she was working two locations and really wanted to be hired full time at a larger store which would have been a promotion for her but instead she was placed full time at our location only and didn't get promoted and that her missing my interview was the final nail in the coffin for her as this was just one of a long list of mistakes she made. She was always making excuses for why I couldn't put in to be transferred to another department when they were hiring people for those departments like bakery or deli and kept me as cashier even though it was lower pay. Even so, I came back to work there over my winter break for college (I had gone away to college instead of commuting) and also summer break.

  Here is where my malicious compliance comes in: our union states that after a waiting period (I believe it was 3 months) we get "holiday pay" for working Sundays and holidays. (It was time and half). We also are entitled to a raise every 6 months and being away at college is not suppose to effect that since we join the union before leaving and come back on our breaks and still owe our dues during those times when are still part of the union but away at school. I got my first pay check stub for the summer and noticed I did not get my holiday for working that Sunday nor my raise! I spoke with a coworker who advised me to speak with the store manager (He was one of the ones that interviewed me and always looked after his staff) since we were between union reps at the time. He was a born problem solver and told me right away he can fix the payroll error for me and make sure that I got not only the proper wage from now on but that I would get the back for the time I should have gotten the raise but didn't. As far as the holiday pay though that had to be taken care of by Sally since she was in HR and he suggested we go see if she was free and speak with her.

  She just spoke to the both of us in a condescending tone about how this was union policy that I had to start all over again with seniority and that I had to earn that holiday pay again by being there for 3 months. He pointed out, as did I, that I was getting this holiday before leaving for college and even over the winter break that I had worked but she just kept saying to me, "It's union policy." My manager calmly tried to negotiate with her and get her to correct and even stated that other employees had not had to go through this. I finally just raised my hand to silence them both.

  "Okay so you are saying that I can't get my holiday pay even though I was before I left to go back to college at the end of January, due to union policy, correct?" I asked.

  "Yes," she said with a long dramatic sigh that was meant to say, "Like I have been telling you."

  I nodded, grinned and stated, "But union policy also states that I don't have to work holidays or Sundays and that I can't be penalized for refusing to do so, correct?"

  My manager grinned at me like he was very proud of me as he saw exactly where this was going.

  "Well, um yes that is true," Sally said looking a bit nervous.

  "Okay well then, here is the compromise: since union policy states that I can't get the holiday pay for working Sundays and holidays, for the rest of the summer, I will not work any Sundays or holidays and per union policy, I am allowed to do this," I said with a shrug.

  She immediately starting laying on the charm about how I am such a "great worker" and that they "really need me to be there to help out with Sundays and holidays" but I pointed out that they had plenty of other employees who were getting the holiday pay that they count on and I would be glad to return to working holidays and Sundays once I got my holiday for doing so.

  My manager commented that he and I needed to change the schedule and casually mentioned how this was going to be hard as he now had to take me off for next Sunday and Monday (as that Monday was Memorial day) and it was a Thursday but that the store would just have to make it work if they couldn't find anyone willing to come in.

  Once she had left for the day he called me upstairs to his office to help with the schedule since I had to work so many days each week. I walked in to find him and another manager there grinning ear to ear and telling me how proud they were of me for how I handled that situation.

  On Memorial day and the Fourth of July, I got a call asking if I can come in because they had other people call out sick who were scheduled. I just calmly explained that I was no longer working Sundays or holidays and that Sally could explain why. Before the end of the summer she found a new position and quit and the new hr person was much nicer. One of the first things she did was make sure I and a few other college students who had similar issues with the holiday got our holiday pay reinstated and when I requested about a transfer to another department she gladly asked around and had me put in the health and beauty aides department that same week.
• (#9) Want Us To Follow Your Bad Consultant Advice? Alright, Let's Lose Money

  From Redditor u/Username_Time

  Story starts now:

  About five years ago I was the office guy for a small lumber mill. My direct supervisor was the general manager, but the owner was also pretty hands on.

  The mill wasn't generating as much profit as the owner believed it could (he was probably right, the guy was smart as a whip with 60+ years of experience).

  One of the things the owner tried to do was hire an outside consultant to try and find ways we could safely increase productivity or cut expenses. The guy had owned and operated his own mill and also had a ludicrous amount of experience.

  One of the things the consultant had been pushing for was running the mill into overtime. He thought we could increase productivity without incurring more expense than we gained.

  My boss asked me to run an analysis of how much we would gain/lose if we ran overtime. I did the math and gave him the results, even in the best case every minute of overtime would result in a net loss to the company. This report had taken me several hours as I wanted to be sure I gave him the right answer. My boss took it, nodded, and the next day announced we would be running the mill in overtime.

  Two weeks later when I prepared the end of month financial statements it showed a large loss. I was quietly seething, since I felt like I had been asked a pointless question, my time wasted, and my input ignored.

  But, looking back on it with significantly more experience, I think I know what happened. I think my boss was bothered by the consultant who had come in to tell him how to do his job and then given him bad advice. The owner wouldn't listen to my boss telling him he didn't need a consultant, so he did exactly what the consultant suggested and let the owner judge for himself.

  As far as my report went? I think he just wanted to be sure it wouldn't cost us too much when he pulled the trigger.

  Tom, if you're reading this, I'm sorry I was resentful about the whole affair for the past five years, my bad.
• (#4) Take You To Court? Sure Thing

  From Redditor u/theb00kmancometh

  The School where my sister & I had studied was in my hometown. We knew almost all the teachers since they were practically our neighbours.

  When it came to the time I graduated from school, the Principal had retired and the Vice Principal took over as the principal.

  The Vice-Principal was also from the same town and for some unknown reason had some sort of grudge against my father. In local gatherings etc he would always try to belittle my father at all chances he could get. My father would normally let it pass since he knows that getting into silly arguments with such a jerk is totally unproductive.

  When my sister and I had joined the school, my father was required to pay a refundable deposit of 5,000 per child, which would be returned back at the time each child graduated from the school.

  10,000 Rupees of 90s was a large amount then and is equivalent to 95,000 Rupees of the present time.

  I graduated in 1989. When my father enquired about the refund, the VP had informed him that since my sister would be graduating in 1 year's time, both the deposits would be returned together.

  So, when my sister graduated from school, my father requested the school to refund both the deposits. There was no response even after two weeks and my father personally went to the school to demand the refund. The VP, being the egotistical jerk, started arguing with my father stating that the school cant refunds the deposits. The Argument became very heated and he outright refused point blank and said

  "We are not returning the deposits. Do what you can. You can take us to court if you want!"

  My father went silent, got up and left the school, came home, sat down with mom, went through all the school-related documents she had kept (my mom had a very meticulous documentation system. she used to save every receipt, bill, stub etc)

  He found the receipts for the deposits. he took them to his Lawyer friend. My dad informed his friends (whose children were in the same school) about the issue.

  The Lawyer filed the case and took the school to court. The school couldn't provide any reason for withholding the deposits and fighting with the parent.
  My dad won.
  The school was instructed to pay back the deposits with interest and the court dues.

  My father's friends who were in the PTA took up the issue in the subsequent PTA meeting and got the school's trustee board to ensure that such issues won't be dealt with in the same manner and all deposits will be refunded in time and strictly warned the VP not to bring personal grudges into school business. Other parents who were owed deposits but had forgotten about it, starts claiming them. Cost the school a lot, to pay back the deposits.
• (#14) Can't Graduate? Ok

  From Redditor u/TacoJesusJr

  I hated gym class, not because of the physical activity (I was in hockey and football). But the fact there wasnt enough time to shower before the bell. So you stink to high heaven for the rest of the day.

  So I would walk the track w/ all the girls. Pissed off my coaches something awful. So they flunk me in my junior year and won't let me double up my senior year so I would have to stay back.

  I had already picked out my college and was accept (tech school). Just had to finish my senior year. So I figured I could work out something w/ the guidance counselor and the coach. Nope, neither would budge.

  Ok I walk away thinking I'm screwed and have to basically take one class my 2nd senior year. Then it dawns on me, can I just start going to college now? Are there other alternatives?

  So I call my college admissions and college guidance counselor. Explain my situation and what other options are available? Since this is a non-traditional college (No SATs) you can start w/o a diploma. The caveat is you must have one (or equivalent) to get your diploma. The state I'm from they don't distinguish between to the two so it won't be an issue later on.

  So I called another meeting hoping the HS admin would change their minds. No joy, they stuck to their rules. Thinking they had me cornered I stood up and said "Well I'm just going to have to drop out then. I cant see missing a year of college to just do gym class."

  The coach thinks he's all cute and is "You can't go to college w/o a diploma". I relay what the tech school admin/guidance told me of their policy on this.

  Faces dropped. It set into the guidance counselor that a drop out looks bad on her and the school (small school) when the state audits. She starts back pedaling and I wasnt hearing any of it. Later on that night the principle and vice principle call to talk.

  I wasnt interested, I was all excited about starting classes in the fall.
• (#13) Take What's Mine? I'll Take It All

  From Redditor u/janethebrain1298

  My boyfriend and I broke up a few months ago, but there have been complications with the apartment because we are both on the lease, and blah blah blah. But I found a new place to live and moved out last weekend. I got the important stuff out, but there were still a few small boxes left and I didn’t go through the kitchen because I didn’t know what my new roommate had. My ex helped me move, and everything was going very well and we were being cordial.

  Well, last night, my ex asked me to come over to pick up a few of the small boxes that were in the closet, and to say hi to his dog who was sad that I was gone. So I go over there...I play with his dog. Everything is good. Then I asked him if he minded if I took the dish brush because my new house didn’t have one. I asked because I bought this dish brush just a couple weeks ago, and I even splurged on a nicer one (like $5 lol).

  Side note: I am the only person in our relationship who ever bought household items like this. I just moved into a new place where the rent is higher. I’ve had to pay for a moving truck, and all the other little things associated with moving somewhere new. The last thing I want to do is go to the store and drop another $50 or so buying a bunch of little things I literally just bought a couple weeks ago.

  Apparently asking for the dish brush triggered him, and he made the ridiculous dictate (at 8 pm on Wednesday, mind you) that I could take anything I that’s mine TONIGHT, but anything that was there when I left THAT NIGHT would be his property now.

  I, annoyed, said no, that I don’t agree to this. I immediately said the dish brush was not a big deal. I told him that I did not come prepared (with boxes, bags, etc) to get everything I wanted from the kitchen. I said I could do this tomorrow or any other day of his choosing. I begged him to compromise. I told him I wouldn’t take the dish brush or anything that he said he wanted. However, he only tripled down, and refused to budge from his ridiculous demand.

  So I became very irate. I told him that if he was going to make me move all my dishes out in plastic trash bags tonight, that I was going to take every last thing that was mine. Again, I am the only person who ever bought anything like pots, spices, utensils, cleaning supplies, etc. I was planning on leaving most of it with him because my new roommate already has a lot of this stuff, but I decided that if he was going to make such a ridiculous rule, then I would take it all. I took the dish brush, the sponges (used and unused), all my spices, the soap, the utensils, all the pots, the Tupperware, the toothpicks, the toilet paper, the pillows, the wall hooks, the coat hangers...I even took the light bulbs. I took it ALL!

  Did I yell? Yes. Was I petty? Absolutely. But I think it is quite petty to make a demand on the spot, that everything I don’t take tonight becomes his when this was not the pretense under which I came over, and I was obviously not prepared.
• (#2) Can Break Dress Code For School Uniforms? Alright Bet

  From Redditor u/TexasFordTough

  Waaaaay back in 2013 I was a sophomore in highschool, and there was a tradition that on fridays, the cheerleaders, football players (without their pads of course) band members, and the other groups performing wore their uniforms to class. This wasn’t a written tradition, and only the cheerleaders and dance team’s uniforms broke “dress code”, nobody really batted an eye to it.

  I wasn’t a skirt person, but I liked dresses once and a while (once IN a while sorry). As one can tell by my user, I grew up in Texas, and it’s still significantly hot in August/September. So one time while wearing a casual sun dress in September, I was pulled out of class and reprimanded because the end of my dress was 4 inches above the knee, when the dress code said no shorter than 2. I pointed out the cheerleaders and dance teams uniforms every Friday and how they reached mid thigh at their longest, but was told that was okay because “students can wear official school uniforms”. And was sent home to change.

  Clearly, somehow someone had forgotten I was on the golf team. Immediately my mind was turning to the next Friday.

  The school had recently upgraded the golf team uniforms the year prior, and the girls team uniforms consisted of a short sleeve collared polo shirt, and a skort. If you don’t know what a skort is, it’s essentially a skirt and short shorts combined. It looks like a skirt, but they essentially act like built in bike shorts, and these f*ckers were SHORT, I’d argue shorter than the average cheerleader skirt.

  So that next Friday (about 3 days later) to my parents surprise, I was ready to go that morning in my golf uniform, as compared to taking a bag to keep the clothes in to change into after school. But I just said “Fridays, we can wear our uniforms to class”, and they accepted without question and took me to school.

  Well by second period, I was sent to the office yet again and the first thing the assistant principal asked me was why I would “deliberately disobey her right after our last conversation” and threatened in school suspension, I’ll never get anywhere in life by not listening, yada yada yada.

  When I finally had a chance to get a word in, I said “but this is my school golf uniform” and I pointed to our schools logo that was sewn into my polo shirt. “You said students can wear official school uniforms to class, why are the cheerleader uniforms okay and mine isn’t? This isn’t even a skirt, it’s a skort, it has pants!”

  I still remember how pissed off she was. She stared me down for what seemed like a millennia. Then she snapped and told me to get out of her office, and go sit in the lobby area. That I knew what she meant and she would be calling my parents about this blatant disrespect. So I waited and played on my iPod and chatted with the nice secretary, trying to keep myself distracted, because in reality I had been really trying not to cry. I had massive anxiety when it came to authority, but I still had my naive sense of injustice, and I didn’t just want to let this go.

  After about 20 minutes, she popped her head out and in a very monotone voice, told me I could go back to class and to let teachers know I had gotten permission from the front office to wear my uniform. Then she went back in and closed the door before I could even think to respond. I spent the rest of my day dealing with teachers questioning me about my outfit and 1 or 2 calling the front office to double check my claim that I had in fact gotten permission, and went to practice after school as normal before being carpooled back home.

  My dad met me at the front door with a small smirk and I asked him what in the world happened because I knew he was the go-to contact for my school, so I knew she called him. He explained that when she called and tried to get him to come to the school and get me and talked about punishments for my insubordination, he immediately began to argue with her and admitted he raised his voice quite a bit, asking why I wasn’t allowed to wear my sport uniform that the school provided to me as a dress requirement at my golf practice, and mentioned taking this all the way to the school board and resolving this “obvious favoritism”.

  He then asked me not to do that again, but that he was proud of me, and told me “I know I had told you never to start a fight, but to always fight back, I always thought physically, but you d*mn sure took the advice.”

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