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.
• (#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.”
• (#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.
• (#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.
• (#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.
• (#6) "You Could Go To The CEO, And He'd Say No"? Drafting The Email Now

  From Redditor u/Leviathan41911

  I bought a laptop from a large fortune 500 company. After about 2 years the hinges on the laptop broke and it was almost, but not quite, out of warranty. I called the service center and they refused to replace it. I called, got the run around, and each time they refused to fix it or even send me the part.

  Eventually I was speaking with a low level customer service manager and I told them I would keep trying to escalate this until someone honnered the warranty. Then he replied "You can escalate this all the way to the CEO and he wouldn't even do it." Well it was at that moment, it clicked.

  See, I used to work for this Computer company. I didn't know the CEO, Mr. Bell, but while I was employed there he would occasionally send mass emails out to the staff. The email was also a combination of initials and names, so it was easy to remember. Alright then, let's play. I hung up the phone and drafted an email to CEO of X Computers, just like the helpful customer service rep said I should do.. I wrote in the email about being a former employee, how the run around with customer service was awful, how I just wanted the part to fix my laptop.

  The next day I got a phone call from Mr. CEO's executive assistant. I spoke with her for about 15 minutes about everything that happened, she took my info and my computer service number and said she would forward it to the VP of customer service. I got an email the following day saying it part had shipped.
• (#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..
• (#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.
• (#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.
• (#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.
• (#12) Want American Food? I Can Give You American Food

  From Redditor u/watermelon545

  This happened about a year ago now when I was in high school. My calculus class was very chill. About 20 kids who were all friendly with each other, a laid back but enthusiastic teacher, and a light enough workload that we could afford to goof off in class but still learn and do well.

  At some point in the year I got really into cooking. It's my stress reliver. My family couldn't possibly eat the amount of food I was made so I started bringing it into school and "hosting" Friday parties in my calc class, with my teacher's approval of course. Now, I'm Vietnamese and I live in a predominately white town. This is only important because it meant that most kids from town only ate American or European foods, and weren't used to eating other ethnic foods.

  Last year around Lunar New Year, I wanted to bring in some Vietnamese foods to celebrate. It is a very important time of year for my family. I ended up making a bunch of Bánh Da Lợn, a steamed layer cake and a traditional Vietnamese dessert. Some of my friends from class found out I was going to bring in a traditional dish and brought in their own traditional dishes from their own cultures, whether they celebrated Lunar New year or not. We had different Indian, Korean, Filipino, and Spanish desserts. It was great and I was really excited that my friends wanted to celebrate with me.

  Apparently this was an issue for one girl in my class.

  I would say Bánh Da Lợn is an acquired taste, so when not a lot of people ate it I wasn't offended. I knew not everybody would like it. There was a lot of other food anyways. During our lunch period one of my friends (who wasn't in our class but knew I brought food in) overheard a girl from my class complaining about the food while on the lunch line. Apparently she was saying really negative things about how I "forced everyone to eat weird Chinese foods."

  Later that day I texted her just saying I heard she didn't like the food and wanted to know why. I don't really care when people don't like the food (I make it for myself and bring it in when I have extra anyways), but her calling it "weird Chinese foods" (when she knows I'm Vietnamese) didn't sit right with me.

  Welp, she texted back that it was rude of me to bring in weird ethnic foods that nobody would have liked except for me and said I should know better since most of the class was white.

  I told her that I bring in food to share because I feel like it and that I don't have an obligation to cater to her tastes. If she has an issue with it, she literally does not have to eat it, and other people can bring in food too so if she wanted to she could bring in something more to her tastes. After that she just told me that I shouldn't bring in ethnic and foreign foods and stick with American foods, "because we're in America." Excuse me??? Like??? How much you wanna bet if I brought in jambalaya, which originated in Louisiana, she would call it a "weird foreign food."

  Fine. She only wants to eat American foods? Then she can eat American foods.

  The next week I brought in a bunch of Oliebol, a Dutch doughnut, and started passing them out at the beginning of class. When I got to her desk I pulled out a loaf of Wonder Bread and plopped it on her desk, saying "Sorry but these are Dutch, too ethnic. Here you go, all American cuisine."

  Later she texted me asking wtf my problem was, so I told her that almost every single food I brought in this year was ethnic and that it pissed me off she only had an issue when it wasn't European. She's entitled to not liking Asian foods but if you're going to complain about it being ethnic, then you better have that same attitude when the ethnic food is white. And especially don't call another person's culture weird.

  She didn't complain about the food again.

  Also, before anyone comments: white bread isn't the only American cuisine out there. Here's a short list of what I've enjoyed making: tater tots, jambalaya, fried chicken, many types of pies, smores, and Philly Cheesesteaks. America is a very diverse place, and that's reflected in its food. Happy eating!
• (#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.
• (#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.
• (#15) Can Only Wear What You Tell Me? Got It

  From Redditor u/Intergalactic_Toast

  I was a one man army against school policy at my school. A lot of the policy was harmful towards poorer students / just did not make sense and my spectrum brain couldn't handle the stupidity... I was on a thread and recalled this story between me and one of the jerk teachers at school.

  One time I didnt want to go to school because my shoes had holes in them. My mum let me wear my trainers and sent me with a note, but she had bad handwriting so they thought I faked it. One of the teachers started quoting the dress code at me and threw away my note when I gave it to them.

  They brought some manky shoes from lost and found and tried to make me wear them, so I straight up told them to f*ck off. It pissed him off so he tried to grab my foot and force one on, so I screamed 'sirs a nonse sirs a nonse he's innapropiately touching me' and while the other students found it hilarious , he didn't so I got an in school suspesion.

  He ran the isolation wing, so I ended up going and sitting in this room with him and some others, but the ridiculousness of the whole thing made me competely disilusioned with his authority. Him throwing away my note and grabbing my foot made me fully convinced he didn't give a sh*t about the policy he was enforcing, so why should I ? Started swinging in my chair and singing loudly and he told me to stop, so I told him to f*ck off. He asked if I wanted to be sent home so I said no sh*t I wanted to be sent home, thats where all my games and sh*t were.

  He said I was there to learn the rules so sit down and shut up and I said if I was in there for breaking the rules, why the f*ck would I follow them now? He said that kind of talk would end up putting me in prison, so I said 'so would touching kids you f*cking nonse...' That was the last straw and he sent me home for the day.

  I spent the day brushing up on school policy. Turns out for a uniform violtion, you're supposed to get a warning. I came back the next day wearing the wrong jumper, he yelled at me, I showed him the policy, he warned me and said he didn't want to see any jumper or shoes that werent school uniform... So I came back next day wearing different trousers. He yelled at me again, so naturally I asked him to be specific about what he wanted me to wear. He said if it was in the school policy, I could wear it... Great. I started coming in in gym clothes and trainers.

  The same trainers from before. Turns out theres a whole seperate uniform for gym days, and most people change on the day, but there is no rule that says you have to or that you can't wear the uniform on other days. He tried to take me to see the head teacher when he saw me, thinking it was grounds for expulsion... but I was an otherwise good kid grades wise, so the head teacher asked why I wasn't complying. I said I was just simply confused about the policy.

  The head master took some time to explain it to me while I patiently waited for him to finish... Then I innocently enquired as to what the schools policy was around destruction of personal property or touching other students below the belt. Apparently it's absolutely not allowed ... Not even a note... Asked if the same rules applied to teachers, it did... So I turned round and asked the other teacher 'so why did you put your hands on me and try to physically force me to change, and why did you destroy my note?

  Head master looked at the teacher, teacher looked at me, then him, then me... Head master asked for the room so I stepped outside .. Don't really know what was said but there was about ten minuites of yelling and then I was invited back in. Headmaster asked for the full story so I gave it to him including my insubordination etc and the whole time the headmaster was shooting daggers at the other teacher.

  Turns out the teacher didn't have nearly as much authority as he claimed he did. When he sent students home, he had been altering their files the mark them as absent for the day and had been going behind the head masters back to dole out extra punishments. Nobody else had questioned his authority before because he was a bit of a jerk and I'd been the first one stubborn enough to call him on his bs.

  He didn't get fired but he got some kind of formal warning and I was allowed to keep wearing gym clothes as a special exception on mental health grounds... Looking back I'm fairly confident that it was so we wouldn't sue or report the teacher lol
• (#16) Want It Spicy? Copy That

  From Redditor u/SuperTommyD0g

  So I used to work as a waiter in an Indian restaurant. Every now and again we used to get a couple that would come in an always tried to impress each other with how spicy they can handle their curry. Today the girlfriend went for a Rogan Josh (not spicy) and the boyfriend went for a Jalrezi. They also ordered a pepsi max each. So I went back to the kitchen and 20 minutes later bought out the meals. 5 minutes later low and behold the girlfriend told me it wasn't spicy enough so I went back and go her a Madras (pretty spicy). I saw her try it and obviously struggle a little but she still said she wanted something hotter. So I went back told the chef and bought out a Vindaloo (the hottest curry you could get at the establishment). The second it touched her tongue she went wild. Shouting at me and demanding that I get her some water and then milk. When she finally calmed down they tried to leave but my manager stopped them and made them pay. All in all drinks the 4 curries and poppadoms it was around £70 - £80. They haven't been back since.

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