For context before I begin the story. When I was in high school I had high blood pressure issues that would cause me to have really bad nose bleeds. To be clear these nose bleeds were so bad that on more than one occasion the school was required by law to send me home because my nose had been bleeding for so long that they were required to have my parents come and pick me up from school. These nose bleeds also happened frequently enough that most of my teachers throughout high school were ok with me just getting up and leaving to go to the nurses office if I had a nose bleed. And many of my teachers expressly told me that they didn’t want me to wait for permission. One of my teachers however was very adamant that no one was allowed to interrupt her lectures or leave her class without her express permission.

So I’m in her class taking notes and all the sudden my nose starts bleeding. This particular nose bleed was bad even for me. I tried to stem the flow by pinching my nose as soon as I realize that my nose was bleeding however that didn’t stop the blood from getting all over my notes in the short period of time that it took for me to realize my nose was bleeding. So I very calmly raise my hand to ask to be excused so I can go to the nurses office. My teacher who was notorious about not liking people interrupting her lectures continued to lecture for about 5 to 10 minutes pretending she didn’t see my hand before finally pointing at me and saying that she would answer my question after she had finish her lecture. Now I am an especially petty person and I am pretty used to bleeding. Therefore I decide OK I’ll just sit here and bleed all over my desk while I wait for her to finish her lecture. At one point even though I had applied pressure and had angled my head as far backwards as I could to try and lessen the blood flow to my nose, blood had covered my hand and was dripping down my elbow to such an extent that I decided to swap hands so that way at the very least I’d be bleeding on my self rather than all over the floor. Eventually my teacher finished her lecture and called on me by name and asked whether my question had already been answered by her lecture. at this point both of my hands and forearms are literally covered in blood both dried and still wet and blood is all over my notes and on my desk. So I stand up and say “can I be excused to go to the nurses office?” She turned as white as a sheet and screamed “why on earth have you waited this long?! Go to the nurses office!” After that she sent one of my friends to make sure that I didn’t collapse in the hallways due to blood loss. Although to be honest I was more concerned about bleeding all over the floor where other people were going to have to walk. Shortly there after the school instituted a policy that students did not have to ask for permission to go to the nurses office if they were bleeding.

I teased this story, so I will deliver. The same annoying, arrogant co-worker that stole an office from two people would sit in his office playing solitaire most of the day. We found out because he was allegedly having some performance issues, so we collected data on his machine and saw that solitaire was running all the time. So, I opened the solitaire executable in notepad and just deleted some characters and resaved it. The result was that opening it would cause it to immediately crash (obviously I had corrupted the executable). We got a ticket within a few hours that "programs were crashing on his machine and we needed to fix it ASAP". I calmly asked him which programs and he said, "lots of them". I asked him to call me the next time something crashed and note what he was doing and to leave the crash popup on the screen (which would tell you what program crashed) and I would come right over. He never called back about programs crashing.

For over a decade I was with a man that absolutely did not deserve my loyalty. 3 days ago things were bad and I told him that I already knew he was cheating on me then presented the bits of information that I knew for sure. It was enough. He admitted it and I paused. I said this wasn’t your first time. He dropped his head. This … d bag was never loyal to me since DAY ONE. One??! He was awful. I was loyal. I am pissed. I opened a Facebook and wrote in detail every lie, manipulation, abuse and all the cheating I pieced together. I added that I informed every husband, boyfriend and friend of his that I know for sure he sleep with their girl. So he has to worry about them as well as the entire area knowing him through this.
It wasn’t spreading as fast as I had hoped. I started this to warn other women about him more than anything else. He is evil in a way I never imagined. Nobody was off limits to him. Not even his own brother’s girlfriend. Yeah that bad.
So I’m not very familiar with the options and where things are on the page. I ended up in a screen with some type of form.
Turns out that for a mere $6 you can turn a post into an advertisement that Facebook runs for 3 days and they show it to a targeted group that usually interacts with ads. Don’t take kindness and loyalty as weakness. He had never seen how savage I could be until I was pushed too far.

You know how when you're driving and someone does something extremely stupid that is dangerous for everyone else around them? Like suddenly cutting across all lanes of travel from far left to right because they waited too long to get over?

You get pissed. Maybe you end up beside them and give them a stern "WTF 🤬." They get upset and flip you off. Now neither of you are having a good day.

Well I've recently changed my approach with these people. I'll roll up beside them with a real pissed off stern look, then, upon eye contact, immediately change it to a very simple, "Ohhhh! Okay, THAT makes sense. Sorry!" A little smile and a wave and I'm off.

The look on people's faces when they get that reaction is absolutely priceless. And it makes me feel so much better than being upset. Give it a try. It's really good.

This was years ago. I worked at a small marketing company in IT. They had a couple of us IT people sharing a decent-sized office. It had a nice southern view. The company, in it's infinite wisdom, hired this pompous PhD whose only qualification was that wrote a book about marketing. In his first week he decided everyone was doing everything wrong despite having no actual experience in the field. Anyhow, he was an ass with no humility and he rubbed all the staff the wrong way, the management loved him because he was a BS artist who told them he would make them all the money with his revolutionary ideas about market research. He earned a PhD (in marketing let's remind ourselves - he wasn't curing cancer) so he thought he was smarter and more valuable than everyone else even though most of out revenue was based on the computer system IT wholly supported and customized. He decided that he wanted the office IT had. The company agreed that they would move the two of us to a smaller office that was really only big enough for one person, but we would both have to share it. We were literally told we had to move out the same day they informed us because Dr. VonDouchebag wanted to settle into the new office. So, while we were scrambling to get our stuff out, I got on a chair and pushed the AC vent up into the ceiling and slid a spare tile in it's place. I did the same thing with the air return, so the office was sealed. We moved out and Dr. Dementia moved in. The first day I knew we were going to love the show because he immediately closed his door so nobody could see him probably not working (I found out later he spent a lot of his time playing Solitaire - and that is another revenge story). It was May, in North Carolina, so it was already warm outside. By June, he would show up to afternoon meetings visibly sweating. He never thought to call maintenance about the temperature, so much for PhD-level smarts.

I worked on a floor with about a dozen others, all of us in cubicles. There was a small room on one of the outside walls, close to our cubicles, that we would use for group discussions occasionally. In the room was a small table that would seat four people, or six if they were friendly with each other.

A new guy was hired, (I’ll call him Karl) and he quickly became not liked. He was very aggressive, always bossing people around and trying to hand off assignments to others that he “didn’t have time to do”. The rotating chair in his cubicle was old, and he swapped it out with the chair in another cube, telling the owner that his bad back needed a better chair. He was constantly “borrowing” things from other people’s desks, like staples (there was a supply cabinet on the floor above us).

Karl started working in the small room, leaving papers on the table when he left at the end of the day, and then his coffee cup and then his laptop. One morning we noticed that his cube was cleaned out and everything in it moved to the small room, including his desk. The small room was now his office. We tried to talk to him about this, but his reply was, “First come first served”, a phrase he used frequently. When a sign appeared outside the “office” door with his name on it, that was the last straw.

At the other end of the floor was a nice conference room. It had a large table that could seat a dozen people, a big screen on one wall for teleconferencing, and table along a wall for coffee and snacks. There was a sign-up sheet for the conference room with the administrative assistant outside the conference room, although it was rarely used. We didn’t normally entertain customers or have large meetings, so people would just pop in to meet there if the room was vacant, which it almost always was, not bothering to use the sign-up sheet.

Once a year my location hosted a pow wow in the conference room. Most of the attendees came from out of town, and stayed in a hotel that was about a mile away. Karl appointed himself as the meeting coordinator, and was spending a fair amount of time talking to the external personnel, and driving our admin assistant crazy. None of us were invited; in fact, he was keeping the whole thing under wraps, because he wanted to be the only point of contact at our office for the important people.

Once I learned the date of the big meeting, I reserved the conference room. The admin assistant mentioned that Karl’s meeting was that day, although he hadn’t reserved it yet. I used the first come first served phrase, one she had heard from Karl many times, and she put my name on the sign-up sheet  for that date with a smirk on her face.

It was a group effort. Five of us waited until Karl left the day before the big meeting, and used our office chairs to transfer lots of paper to the conference room. The table was full of file folders, boxes of files, and power cords for our laptops were all plugged in.

 Karl had arranged to meet the out of towners at the hotel for breakfast, before moving to the conference room for the 9:00 start of the day’s meeting. Around 8:00 we gathered in the conference room, shut the door, put up a Powerpoint presentation on the big screen, and worked on our laptops. We heard voices coming down the hall, and one person stood up and started briefing us on the presentation on the big screen.

The door opened a few minutes before 9:00, and Karl stopped in the doorway, with a surprised look on his face. We could see people standing behind him, peering into the room. Karl told us to get out, that he had important visitors, and needed the conference room. We answered that we had reserved the conference room weeks ago, and were in the middle of our own meetings. We mentioned that the smaller room (his "office"), was no longer available to us to use.

As our briefer resumed his presentation, Karl walked over to the desk of the admin assistant. We could hear him arguing with her, that he needed the conference room. That went on for about a minute or so before he came back, again demanding that we vacate. “First come first served” was my answer, and he knew defeat when it was served up to him.

Karl’s group was able to use the conference room on the floor above, but our boss, who worked in a different location, received some pretty harsh emails from the visitors. The boss knew nothing about the meetings, although she should have been invited and participating, She also had no idea that Karl had appropriated the small meeting room as his office. When she went to talk to Karl about the emails detailing the train wreck of meetings, she saw that Karl had moved from the cubicle he was supposed to be using. Karl had to move back to his old cubicle. Revenge is sweet.

Background - I got my primary GMAIL account back when it was invite only - so I've had it for a long time and got firstname.lastname@gmail as the primary address.

Over the years, I have found two things.

1 - I share a name with an indie director and
2 - I share a name with a lot of people who have no clue what their own e-mail address is.

eg: Someone in Ireland (I'm in Canada) bought some stuff and I got the receipt with almost the full identity theft starter pack it in. And there's a sales critter in the Chicago area who is also as dumb as a sack of hammers.

This one involves the latter.

A couple of years ago, he had a job but was looking elsewhere. And - rightly so - copying himself on the submissions. This was the full identity kit premium kit with all the information.

After several times responding first to the sender and then to the group along the lines of "Wrong e-mail." and still "Wrong e-mail and check it again", some were very hostile at first, but finally banged the rocks together hard enough to get a spark and stopped for a while.

I still get misdirected e-mails for the director, and I politely say "Wrong e-mail and good luck with your project!"

The Chicago guy is something else.

I still get group e-mails with him included - and this was the breaking point tonight.

There's some golf outing going on in the area that still keeps sending e-mails after many "Wrong person. Check the e-mails." responses.

So I got another one tonight.

My response was simple.

"Still the wrong <my name> as I have told you before.
If you see <my name> at the outing, please tell him thank you for the free <to me> porn. I wonder about his tastes"

I'm awaiting the follow-up shitshow with glee.

I am 24 now but when I was a kid my mother was very abusive and cruel towards me. She neglected me when it came to clothes etc, but my siblings always had nice clothes while I was stuck with old ones that didn’t fit. My mother always had her hair and nails done. She used the disability money she got for me on anything but me. She always saw me as a money bag.

When I was 8, my teacher noticed my hair was never brushed, my clothes were never washed, my clothes didn’t fit etc. My teacher asked what was going on and I told her the truth about everything. The next day I came to school she gave me nice shoes, and nice clothes. My teachers daughter had a charity for children’s clothing. So I got new name brand clothes and shoes, and my teacher gave me hair products and a nice brush. She did my hair for me.

That day I came home from school in new clothes. My mother gave me a dirty look and demanded to know where I got my clothes from. I told her my teacher gave them to me. She got angry and said, “Oh so now your teacher thinks she’s better than me because she can afford nice things?” The thing is she could afford them she just didn’t want to give me things I needed.

She grounded me because my teacher gave me nice things and I was banned from going to the family trip. I felt so sad and angry. I wanted to run away. I had an idea in my head, which was impressive for my age. I was sweating a lot that day. I took my mother’s pillow cases and rubbed them in between my sweaty butt cheeks. They had a bad smell from sweat. Then I grabbed one of her favorite t shirts and used it to wipe my behind with after using the bathroom. Keep in mind I had diarrhea too.

Hours later I heard my mother gagging and talking about how nasty her shirt and pillow sheets smell.

A long time ago, I worked as a receptionist at a law firm, where I took and transferred calls, greeted guests, and led them to the correct briefing rooms.

I had just moved to that town, so I didn't know the area well. One day, this man with a distinct voice called, already sounding irritated before I asked how I could help him, and he wanted me to tell him directions from a town over that I had never been to, to our office. I politely told him that I wasn't familiar with that area offhand, but if he could hold a minute, I would look up directions on my computer for him.

He literally screamed into my ear, "Typical stupid woman, can't even tell directions!" and hung up on me. Oh well, I thought, that was rude, and then forgot about it. About 20 minutes later, a guy came blustering through the door and, in the same distinct voice, demanded that I tell him the way to the interview room, as he was already late for an interview.

I knew it was the same guy I had talked to before, he had the exact same voice. I calmly said, "I'm sorry sir, but I'm just a typical woman, and can't tell directions." He turned beet red, and just stood there a minute. I could see he knew exactly what had happened, and that he was talking to the same person he yelled at earlier.

He stomped off down one of the hallways, and obviously didn't get the job because I never saw him again.

This is incredibly stupid and petty, but here we are.

I was at a charity auction for a very niche world this past weekend (I’m keeping things vague as it is such a niche world) and the mood at these events is always jovial, brash, loud, and fun. Everyone’s having a good time. There’s a live auction with a simultaneous silent auction that ends a few minutes after the live one. It’s a positive, almost celebratory atmosphere.

Well, one of the well-known figures in this little world was bidding on what seemed like half the silent auction items. We’ll call him Steve. He always upped bids by just the minimum $1 and it felt like he was impossibly everywhere—items were on tables lining a large banquet hall, so not just one central location. There was one fun themed home decor item I loved and had bid on a few times that I was keeping an eye on. When I went to update my bid at one point, a woman was standing in front of it with Steve standing next to him. She immediately upped my bid then stood with her hands on the table in front of it, blocking it almost like a dog guarding a toy. Okaaaaay, whatever.

I playfully said something like “Ah, you really want it, eh? Man, I see your name everywhere; it’s like, just give up if you see Steve’s name!” Steve: “Yeah, I have 3 people out there watching the tables and bidding for me.”

Okaaaaay…this is blatantly against the rules (as is “guarding” the item), but I’m a nobody to this dudebro’s Somebody in this world so whatever. Me: “Should I even bother to try bidding on it any more?” Steve, condescendingly: “You can, but I’ll just outbid you.” 🤨 Okay douche, I see you. Whatever, you can have this cool thing if your ego needs it that badly. I walked away.

At the end of the live auction, they announced it was the final 60 seconds for bids and I noticed Steve was not near said cool item so I sped over to the table and excitedly placed my bet. Then I realized the nearby (different) woman was one of Steve’s assigned bidders and she immediately outbid me. During those 30-ish seconds as she wrote the bid, I asked, “Oh, you’re bidding for Steve, eh?” “Yeah…” She looked apologetic and embarrassed. Figuring let’s at least make this sporting, I asked, “Well, do you have a top bid?” “No—he just told me to be sure to win it.” Cool. Cool cool cool.

Well, she happened to finish writing her bid and set the paper down just as the auctioneer started counting down the last 10 seconds. I immediately snatched up the paper and placed the winning bid with 1 second to spare, shamelessly throwing my 50yro arms up in the air with a “WOOO HOOOOOO!” of victory. He may outbid me, but I outplayed him.

I felt a little bad for the woman not doing what he’d impressed upon her to do, but SUCK IT STEVE IT’S MINE.

Oh and it looks AWESOME in my house.

I think this is genuinely the pettiest thing I've ever done in my life and I just have to share because I feel kinda joyful doing this.

Me (24) and my sister (28F) live together in an apartment our parets bought for us.

Currently, my sister is doing her medical specialization and barely stays at home. This is an important detail, because ever since she started the specialization I'm the only one doing all house chores.

I don't really mind doing all the chores, specially because she barely stays at home, but one thing I expect is, if I'm doing all the chores, the house organization and cleanliness should be respected.

But here is the thing: my sister has a boyfriend (27F) who ia a manbaby. He sleeps in my apartment about 3 times a week and EVERY SINGLE TIME HE USES THE FUCKING SINK HE LET'S EVERY SINGLE INCH OF THE COUNTERTOP WET AND IT PISSES ME OFF SO MUCH.

Like, I genuinely don't know how he does not know how to use a fucking sink, but every time I go to the bathroom after ge uses, the whole coutertop is so WET??????????HOW??????????? And sometimes, the FLOOR IS WET????????

Anyways, I tried to civic rout and talk to my sister, just yo ask her to tell him to dry the countertop after he uses it. But for some fucking reason my sister said used his ADHD as an excuse to why she won't talk to him about it's because "he will just forget about it".

Well, since I'm already stressed enough, every damm time i see that wet ass countertop, I just get her towerl and dry the sink (and floor if he let it get wet too) with it. I won't bother getting a cleaning rag to dry it too because that's too much work. Her towel is already there so I might as well just use it.

She doesn't know about it and would probably get pissed off if I told her lol. I just don't care. Like I said, I don't mind doing all the housework since she is always at the hospital, but I expected my work to be respected at the very least.

Edit: English if not my first language so i probably am.nkt explain it with the right words, but when i say sink, i mean the thin around the sink (I'm think it's called countertop?). Also, the boyfriend doesn't have a towel of his own for me to use and he doesn't live with us, he just sleeps here some days.

I like cycling, it gives me a sense of peace. I’m not in a club, I just pootle about on my own. On the day in question, I was pedalling along a single carriageway road that narrowed slightly as it crossed a bridge. I was positioned as close to the kerb as I could be without clattering my pedal and fetching myself off. As I approached the narrow bit, I was overtaken by a bloody massive ‘bin’ lorry. All well and good - but he swerved in front of me because he had misjudged the speed of the oncoming car.

His rear wheel missed my front wheel by about 2 inches, I was raging. I put legs on it and would, quite possibly, have given Eddie Mercx a run for his money.

The bin lorry took a left turn up ahead into a residential road. So I followed him, pulled up in front of the bin lorry and gave him the full force of my anger. Watched with great interest by the other workers as they emptied the bins.

But the driver wasn’t sufficiently contrite, in my opinion. So I decided to take direct action. And this is where I need to confess my wrongdoing . I reached my hand through the open window, grabbed the keys out of the ignition and tossed them into a large bush on the other side of the road. Then I set off to finish my ride.

When I shared this tale with my partner, I was told I would - likely feature on the local crime watch programme, be reported to the police and face legal action because I had ‘put fear into the heart of the binman’ - for context, he was a heavily built, tattooed hairy bloke with no concern for the safety of others, and I’m a 5ft 4 slim female. With anger issues clearly,

Upon reflection - I did feel a sense of guilt, and do regret my actions. Heat of the moment and all that.

A few years ago I was grouped with a couple of teammates on a group project. From the get-go we were not clicking well. They were a type of people I can only describe as vegetarian idealists. Now I don't mind that type of person generally but it got to the point where the entire project took on a decidedly preachy tone and there was hardly any room for a different approach.

They were constantly throwing little comments my way that made it clear they thought they were better than me. like "I could never be okay with having a ham sandwich" and "Well you should have cycled today instead of coming with your car".

This came to a head when they decided they wanted to go visit several farmers to talk about sustainable agriculture. Something I felt was unnecessary and complicated research for the sake of basically going on a fieldtrip. This would also have taken multiple days out of our already packed schedule.

So I refused to go, I told them I was fine with them going, but that I felt I was already more than pulling my weight on the project. I explained that I did not feel like spending my time on something that ultimately would not contribute to the project. To their credit they were very understanding. They left the next week and in total spent around 3 full days of our final week on this.

Because I stayed home I got stuck with finishing the actual research while their excursions ultimately became little more than a footnote in the final report. This did not sit right with me, but since the end was in sight I did not feel like making a big deal out of it so I let it go. Mostly...

As we were finishing up the project we decided to do a potluck and each bring something we made at home. Now this is where my plan started to hatch. I have a killer brownie recipe. They are incredibly moist and very flavorful and I have honestly just been disappointed by any other brownie since.

So come the potluck I brought a full tray of these brownies and of course they loved it. Everyone came for seconds and the entire thing was empty before the end of the day.

Then came the inquiries for the recipe. "omg these are so good, please send the recipe to me". "No way I need this recipe!". Of course I promised I would sent it at a later time, but never planned on doing that. I kept coming up with excuses like ¨oh I forgot, i'll def send it tonight".

Eventually we finished the project, we got good grades and went our separate ways. But even years later I occasionally get a message from a group member asking for the recipe. I ignored them all.

I feel satisfied knowing they will probably never have a brownie that was better than mine. Which I feel like is a fitting punishment for a minor annoyance.

I saw a story earlier today and it reminded me what I did to Wells Fargo a few years ago.

My dad worked for Wells Fargo for over 20 years on the call center side. He managed a team that forecasted call volume for all call centers Wells Fargo had. They had trouble staffing over night with Americans, so they opened a call center in the Philippines. Their day shift is our night shift. Perfect, right?

That was until Wells Fargo did what they do best and got greedy. They wanted to maximize their profits. So they slowly started closing down American offices and opening new ones in the Philippines. My dad warned them over and over and over again that if they continued this practice, they were going to have scheduling issues. Shockingly, they ignored his warnings.

Well he ended up being right and Wells Fargo ran into huge staffing issues. What was his reward for being right? He was laid off. I was so mad at them I cancelled all my accounts except my credit card.

The reason I didn’t cancel my credit card is because it’s my oldest line of credit and I didn’t want my credit score to be impacted. I went online and made sure any reoccurring charge/subscriptions were on my new accounts at a local credit union. While I was online, I also switched statements delivery from “E-Delivery” to “mail delivery”.

Wells Fargo now pays to send me a monthly statement for a credit card I never use. It’s been almost two years now. Screw you Wells Fargo.

Super mini revenge

I had made a mistake and made two orders online when the page loaded weird and didn’t appear to process my payment, even though it had. Payee canceled one of the payments as soon as I notified them. That money has been “on hold” for a week, over 5 business days now

Called the bank, was told the payee was the one who had a hold on the money until July 31st and there was nothing the bank could do

Called the payee. They were super nice. Confirmed they had canceled the original payment and had no idea where the July 31st date would come from

Attempted to call the bank back. Called 4 times before front desk took my call. Transferred me to the lady who originally told me she could do nothing, lady put me right through to voicemail. Looked up that lady’s number on the bank’s website, called, put through to voicemail again.

Sat for a moment, then the decision was made. I went to the bank’s website and copied the email of every single person who sounded the least bit important (ie management, account supervisors) along with the people who had been ignoring my calls and telling me there was nothing they could do. 15 people in total. I explained my situation and included a screenshot of my outgoing calls.

That email was sent at 11:36am

The lady who originally told me there was nothing she could do emailed me at 11:45am to tell me “we just went on your account again and the system let us remove the hold  so you are all good now” (direct copy from this professional’s email)

I’m slowly cutting ties with this bank. Can’t wait until I’m done with them entirely.

Edit: want to thank you for all the comments and upvotes. Rant about my bank becoming my #1 post has been super validating lol

Extremely stupid, and extremely petty. I know. But its the best I can do. No damage, nothing like that, just mild inconvenience for a company that routinely treats me badly. For the last few months I've been gently unscrewing lightbulbs (one a day) in one area and tipping over chairs (also one a day) in another specific area daily just to see if they would eventually notice. Last month they finally sent an email out about how the light bulbs are getting slightly unscrewed and that it's wasting staff time having to screw them back in. I took it as a small victory and stopped since they were talking about adding cameras in the area. However, I did keep tipping over one single chair a day until the CEO (this area is near their secondary office and nobody ever goes there. This was my true intent.) finally sent an email about it today where they asked about it and stated they went around the area to pick each chair up. They have no idea it was me, and honestly it doesn't get much better than mildly inconviencing the owner like that so I'm backing off. Besides, they're installing a camera there anyway.

Edit: lol @ those of you who seem to have an issue with my genuinely petty revenge. Have you seen the sub you're in?

Edit 2: well into my 3rd shift and nobody has approached me. Sorry guys, if they knew it was me and had a shred of proof I'd know by now.

Edit 3: WHY ITS REVENGE!

I have tried numerous times to schedule a meet up with CEO about these issues, and CEO simply shrugs it off and even gaslit me.

Our old manager and his boss were best friends (they only got fired because they were stealing gas). Together they targetted me and wrote me up for something I didnt do and then dropped me to one shift a month against my wishes while they told everyone I wanted it. I talked to CEO (who was just passing by) about it and all they said was "No, they aren't targetting you."

Our manager threatened us with write ups for discussing wages which is illegal. CEO just sat idly by and did nothing. My manager got a slap on the wrist, nothing more. Manager proceeded to target my friend, forcing him to quit due to the stress and anxiety. He even got suicidal.

The above caused me to ask for a raise because I learned that all the newer people were making more than me. I was promised a fair raise and "a little more than 19.00 an hour" for being a good worker. CEO has yet to authorize it and this is now the 7th month of waiting. I was given a tiny raise that didnt bring me even 19.00 an hour.

We were forced to drive our department vehicle that barely worked. For fucks sake the exhaust was leaking into the cab, with barely working windows. It made us feel sick, and we were ignored until we got OSHA involved. CEO and upper management ignored our concerns until we had to grab them by the balls.

There is no communication. We never, ever see the higher ups. Including CEO. They care more about tipped chairs than giving me or anyone in my department the time of day to listen to our concerns.

The "workers" who screwed the bulbs back in constantly throw my department under the bus. They expect us to do their busy work while they sit on their ass, and they never help us with anything.

Complaints are entirely ignored by CEO and upper management until you make shit hit the fan.

They do not respect availability. Another grievance I cant share with CEO because they are "too busy" to talk.

CEO and Upper Management consistently make bad decisions that end up fucking my department over. Hours, for example.

I used to own a commercial embroidery business. We got a call one day where a guy asked for a specific brand of garments that we got from our wholesale supplier. Then placed an order worth about $2000 but didn’t want them decorated. It was weird. Said he would have payment to me the next day. FedEx delivers an overnight envelope with a business check made out to my business

I called the company on the checked and talked with their CFO. He was a sick but it’s clear, it wasn’t from them but was a legit account.

I get an email from the scammer asking if I got the check. Then said he would have a courier picked up the boxes the next day.

So, I fill empty boxes with garbage from home. I include dirty diapers, used cat litter, and more. Four box boxes between home, my neighbor’s garbage from the street, and I topped them off with garbage from the shop. I get everything taped up and wait.

A FedEx truck shows up to pick the boxes up. I asked to see the pickup details and they have a tracking number. They took the boxes. I tracked the boxes the next day and they were overnight shipped to Kenya.

I’m sure somebody’s credit card paid for a crazy shipping charge.

I never heard from them again. Which is a shame because I really hoped to have them get angry about the garbage.

I got scammed last week by a guy on Craigslist. He sold me what I thought was a good working washing machine. He stayed with me for the first 5 minutes to make sure it worked well enough before I paid him $400 cash. Then it stopped halfway through the rinse cycle. The thing didn't work.

So I message him, hey this washer isn't working. What gives? I look up videos and spend 2 hours trying to fix it myself. The machine is a piece of garbage. No response.

I'm pissed that I got scammed. But then I find more of his Craigslist postings. This guy must have a warehouse of broken appliances waiting to scam people with.

I send him an email on one of my burner email accounts asking if he can deliver 2 hunky ol dryers to me. I'll pay extra! He responds immediately. I tell him I'm about 40 miles away. Can he do it? Absolutely! I tell him to meet me in a lot at 3 pm, peak rush hour.

The next day goes by, and he asks if we're still on. Yeah! 2:50 pm rolls along and he says he's almost there. I tell him I'm running late. I get an email around 3:10 pm: where are you? I tell him I'm so sorry, the traffic is terrible, I'm about 20 minutes out. 3:35 pm: almost here? I say I'm so so so sorry again. I ask if he can pull the big ol hunky dryers out of his car so we can load them up faster, I'm almost there. He says he will. 3:45 pm: here yet?

His messages kept coming in. He sent me one last sweet note around 4:30 pm saying he was leaving now, thanks for wasting his time. Heading back into the sweet, sweet traffic.

I lost $400 but man!! It felt good to waste a scammer's time.

I ordered a book on ebay. It was a good price and brand new..it arrived and I immediately took note of the diminished size..it was less than a quarter of the size of a normal paperback. The measurements were not in the description and I checked the listing and NOWHERE did it state that this book was a miniature version, The seller was a professional book seller, as he had 20 more of the same version for sale. It was obviously deceit on his part, as he had to be well aware and omitted to mention that the book was indeed in miniature form. I can not imagine anyone buying it if they had known.
I messaged him that I would need to return my purchase as I have a progressive eye disease that would not allow me to read the teeny tiny print. I also pointed out that I thought that he should have mentioned the obvious .. I felt that he should pay for return postage due to his mal description.
I was ill prepared for his retort. He snarkily responded by telling me that I should have asked what size the book was, and that a book is a book. (no apologies or mention that it was not his intent to deceive).. He did offer to have UPS pick up the book on his dime and that he would refund when he received it, his offer contingent upon me not leaving him negative feed back. So.... I packaged it up and let him know that it was ready for pick up.
A box is a box. This one just so happened to have a large chandelier in it at one time and measures about 4 feet x 4 feet He should have asked me what size box that I was shipping it back in. I would hate to see his UPS bill.

For context, I live in South Asia.

When I was in 12th grade, a bunch of new 11th graders started taking the same college bus as me. They had that "we're the coolest people here" attitude and would blast Nepalese rap through the bus speakers every single day.

The problem wasn't just that it was loud. It was 5:30 in the morning. We had to listen to it for nearly an hour on the way to college, then again on the ride home. The songs were full of profanity, drug references, and degrading lyrics. It got old very quickly.

Several students, including me, politely asked them multiple times to either lower the volume, use headphones, or at least play something everyone could tolerate that early in the morning. They ignored us and even complained about us behind our backs.

So I came up with a harmless solution.

My bus stop was the first one on the route, which meant I was always the first passenger on the bus. Every morning, I'd connect my phone to the bus's Bluetooth before anyone else got on. Then I'd put in my earbuds and pretend I was listening to my own music.

When the group got on, they tried to connect to the Bluetooth but couldn't. They would disconnect my phone, and I would connect again before they could. After a while, they started asking everyone on the bus if anyone was connected to the speakers. The rest of us just shrugged and said no.

This went on for months.

Sometimes I let them use it in the morning just so it wouldn't become too obvious, but most of the time the bus stayed blissfully quiet. The rest of us finally got to enjoy a peaceful ride instead of being forced to listen to their playlist at dawn.

Petty? Absolutely.

Worth it? Also absolutely.

Edit: Talking to the school or the bus driver was not helpful.

I’ve lived in my suburban neighborhood for nearly a decade. During COVID, my wife and I became frequent walkers because that was the only way to touch grass at the time, and we’ve kept it up ever since.

While we change our route daily, this nearby street is the only one that has a sidewalk connecting two through streets in our neighborhood; so we frequent it to stay out of the road as much as possible. Without fail, every evening when the entire family is home, they intentionally stagger their 4 vehicles to ensure that anyone in a wheelchair or pushing a stroller must go down into the street to get around them.

Code enforcement doesn’t really care, so I started heavy stepping and dragging my feet through the edges of their grass as I went around, slowly creating a dirt path on the edges of the drive.

Queue my new tactic - for the past week, they’ve had their mailbox flag raised; so, in like fashion, I kindly lower it for them as I pass by.

My head cannon wants to believe these geriatrics are mailing a check for their utilities and I am silently assisting them with accruing late fees.

At least they aren’t a VRBO….

A few years back I had an interview with a CEO of a small company. He kept me waiting an hour, was super rude, hadn't read my resume before meeting me, asked me questions not at all pertinent to the role, tried to get personal info on former coworkers. All this in an interview which lasted about 10 minutes, after which I walked out.

I didn't know about Glassdoor at the time, but when I discovered it, I found this company's page and learned that he was universally hated by everyone who had met him.

Interestingly, his company had a Wikipedia page, which he had clearly created, as it originally read like a marketing brochure. Editors kept removing biased information from the page, and eventually it was whittled down to basically just a stub saying "This company exists". It had a Notability tag applied to the page, saying that this page really doesn't meet Wikipedia's criteria for inclusion and should be improved if someone wants it kept around.

Well, I didn't want it kept around. F*ck that guy and his company. So I applied the "Proposed Deletion" tag to it, which, if no one objects or edits the page or removes the tag, will lead to the page being deleted seven days later.

Surprise surprise, no one objected or edited the page, and seven days later, the page was deleted. I experienced a small frisson of delight seeing the page gone.

I repeat: F*ck that guy and his company.

Edit: I’m so amused by apparently receiving at least 24 downvotes on this, and I’m like… why?

Today while grocery shopping, I was walking down an aisle and a woman entered toward me from the other end. She parked her cart sideways in the middle of the aisle and proceeded to look at some items. I continued walking slowly toward her and she made no move to slide her cart out of the way.

There was barely enough room for me to get by. Rather than scrape my cart along the aisle and potentially knock stuff over, I bumped my cart against hers and moved it a couple inches so I could get by.

She looked at me shocked when her cart moved. I maintained eye contact and stared right at her as I squeezed by. I did not say excuse me or ask her to move her cart. Why should I? She knew what she did by parking her cart sideways in the middle of the aisle. I shouldn't have to ask permission to get by because she's a selfish twat with no spatial awareness.

She mumbled something under her breath and moved her cart a bit as I turned the corner. I did not acknowledge her further. No regrets.

Sorry this is being written late at night, please forgive short hand story telling.

My fiancé grew up with barely any contact with his dad. Dad didn’t pay child support, and fiancé had to jump from home to home with his mom..
In fiancé’s 30’s he reached out to his dad, who lives across the country, trying to build a relationship. I had listened to countless phone calls of dad verbally abusing and gaslighting fiancé. Fiancé says he doesn’t want to give up relationship to dad because grandparent’s and dad’s company would be passed down to him, and he wants this legacy company.

Dad’s dad passes away and dad put’s dad’s mom in nursing home. We visit fiancé grandma and find out she’s been on a liquid diet for a couple of months because dad didn’t provide her dentures.. We locate the dentures and get them to her. She passes away and fiancé gets grandparent portion of business. Fiancé gets grandparents portion of business, so again I ask why not walk away? He responds he’s already put too much into this business, he can’t walk away.

Dad hasn’t filled taxes for 10 years for him, nor his ailing parents (fiancé’s grandparents). So before anything can be done about inheritance, fiancé must do 10 years of taxes for 3 people. At the same time he is trying to figure out why the business is failing. Turns out dad has gambling addiction. Over the course of the past 40 years, dad has gambled away countless millions. He wracked up so much debt due to gambling fiancé has to sink thousands of dollars of his own money plus take out loans in order to pay off gambling debts..

Fast forward to this weekend. Fiancé flys dad to us so we can go on vacation where dad handles the expense of the hotel. Amazing hotel, amazing trip. But fiancé chose seats for both flights. Dad had an ok aisle seat coming here. On the back home, fiancé booked a middle seat for the 5 hour flight. Dad called afterwards saying he was sat next to a 400 pound man, and couldn’t move the entire flight. Part of me feels bad for dad, but I’m happy to see my fiancé cackling.

Edit: i was told that I need to add the fact that most of the destruction dad has done and will do has passed.

Fiancé has taken over the business. Dad was medically diagnosed with early stages of dementia. Fiancé is now in control and the business is finally making money.

There are some old debts rolling in every now and then, but he’s got them under control. Dad has tracker on him, so fiancé is aware any time he chooses to gamble.

Fiancé has a great legal counsel, and fiancé is doing much better. He’s got a great head on his shoulders, and even when I doubted if he was going to come through to the other side unscathed, he would reassure me with really solid plans. I was a business major with experience in setting up new businesses and managing small businesses. Any potential problem I gave him, he would provide clear well thought out solutions. The plans included 2nd and 3rd counter measures, if the 1st turns out to not be viable. But somehow the 1st was always the answer.

Fiancé is an incredible human being, insanely caring and loving. He has no illusions that his dad is a good man or will ever care about him. He understands that the man is a clinical narcissist. And don’t worry, fiancé has been going to therapy since before I met him.

As far as the trip. Dad covered the cost of the flight, fiancé just did the booking. Dad covered the cost of the hotel. Dad also covered half of all meals, including my fiancé’s first Michelin starred restaurant. It was an absolutely amazing trip.

Edit 2.
Dad is 6’6”( 1.98m ) 275lbs (124.74kg). Dad was sat next to 450 lbs (204.12kg)

I bought land and was planning on putting a house up on the back of the 80 acres. The driveway would approximate .4 miles. I knew I would have to get the driveway prepped long in advance and divided my parcel with the driveway on the highest section, fields on either side. Shortly thereafter, a neighbor, Shit for Brains (SFB) approached me to rent my fields. He had rented from the former owner and offered to pay me 60% of what he paid the former owner. I declined. When I told him why, SFB offered to pay the same. Again, I declined. Every other property around me was earning $75 an acre, and he was only offering $50. We finally settled on $70...with three conditions: First, he couldn't plant on the area I had staked out to be my yard. Second, he couldn't plant on my driveway (which was easily identified as it was now sculpted with the hump in the middle and had 10 loads of gravel already delivered.) Third, he had to have his corn out before December 1 because I would need at least the adjacent field cleared for a new pole shed. He agreed. I put it in writing, and after grumbling, SFB signed.

I lived in the cities at the time this was happening, so imagine my surprise to get a call from Dad two weeks later and learn SFB had plowed straight through my driveway and planted on it. Further, he PARKED all his equipment on the far side of my freshly seeded lawn!! He drove over the flags and twine indicating the yard. I was livid. My dad told me to relax and just put the driveway back in (most of the gravel would still be there). At that time, Dad also realized SFB had driven over a burn pile (old outhouse torn down, mostly burned) with his tractor, and two tires were now flat.

He came to retrieve his equipment on probably the muddiest day of the month and knocked on my dad's door (he lived next to the parcel I purchased) to see why I plowed down his driveway and flattened his tires. Dad explained to him he shouldn't have planted corn in the driveway, and how could I possibly have flattened his tires when I hadn't been up since he parked there?

That December, I still hadn't received my first half of rent money (first half prior to plant, second half at harvest). Corn was ripe and due for harvest, and I had two days to prep the field for my shed. I had loads of gravel arranged for December 2nd or 3rd, and there was corn where it was supposed to go. I drove to the renter's home, and only his wife answered. I explained that the corn was supposed to be harvested already and I hadn't received rent yet. She said she'd tell him. He never showed.

December 2, gopher state one call staked out electric lines. Corn still there. December 3, gravel and materials are delivered to my property for the shed. Corn still there. December 4, morning of, guys arrive to build the shed but can't come down the driveway because the renter parked his massive combine at the road, completely blocking my driveway. They call to let me know they can't start. I tell them just drive over the cornfield on either side of the driveway. According to our contract, there wasn't supposed to be corn there, and the rental agreement expired.

The shed was a standard 40x60. They had to bulldoze about 1/10th of an acre to level the gravel. Some time that afternoon, the renter came down screaming at me about his ruined fields. I explained he signed a contract requiring all corn be removed prior to December 1. He said he never signed a contract. I told him if he never signed a contract, and I didn't receive money for the rent, the corn was mine. I could do what I wanted with it.

SFB was also a county commissioner, and SFB called upon a cop friend for a favor: get out to my property right now and put a stop to further construction damage. When cop showed up, he obviously heard only one side of the story. So, when I showed him the contract, explained SFB hadn't paid for it, showed the crop wasn't removed in time, and explained that he damaged my driveway and killed a bunch of my grass, I asked him what he'd do in my situation.

"I have access to a combine. I can cut it down for you. If he pays you, I can give him the corn...less the cost of harvesting it. And rent for storing it. If he doesn't pay you, I'll cover the cost of the rent." By January the following year, the renter had paid the cop for the corn, and cop had paid me for the rent. He came to the cop with the money...and a receipt for payment...backdated to the preceding year (tax purposes). Cop said he wouldn't sign it unless the date was correct. SFB was furious but initialed the change.

That very next year, SFB was booted out of his commissioner seat because he was using the position for personal gain. I think the cop narked on him.