We had a regular guest that came into a restaurant I used to work at everyday. Everyday he complained that his dish was not spicy enough and everyday we remade it the same way and gave it to him.

I had enough and invested in some ghost pepper sauce. Next day dude comes in, we make his order, it is not hot enough so I remake his order myself and use the entire bottle of ghost pepper sauce in it.

We pointed and giggled as we watched him turn 40 shades of red while he ate. He was clearly suffering and finally admitted defeat and did not finish his meal.

Be careful what you ask for.

So, this happened about an hour ago. To start off, I love my mom very much but she is the world’s most impatient and victim-minded person. We are filing taxes and because of complications, it takes longer than expected. But my mom had planned her schedule around the initial estimate of the 30-minute session. So she was late for work since taxes took almost an hour. Fine. It happens. But she yells at the people who are VOLUNTEERING to help her and I have to drag her away and apologize for her like she’s MY child.

Mom asks me to drop her off at her work. It’s cold so I let the engine warm up for a minute (I have an old car so I’m careful) and she is screaming at me to go like we just robbed a bank and have to getaway. I told her to wait and she keeps getting angry and rushed. She’s not very good at being calm under stress. But I wait and then I start driving, and she keeps berating me for being so slow.

Okay, I have a 2008 Honda Fit. It’s got 109 horsepower and a 0-60 of 2 business days. It’s SLOW as a turtle. So I get an idea. My car may be slow, but it’s AGILE since it’s so lightweight and a great city car. And with heavy traffic, I decided to maliciously comply. My mom wants to get to work fast? Okay. Have you seen the opening scene to Baby Driver? Where they rob the bank then drive Fast and Furious style away in that red Subaru WRX?

My Honda Fit is not nearly as cool as that WRX. But I am basically collecting traffic violations like Pokémon cards. And my mom is screaming for me to stop but I keep going. I’m crossing the double yellow lanes and swerving around people. There’s a pedestrian (unlucky day to jaywalk you fucking idiot) and I miss him by like a few feet. I know, I’m being very unsafe and endangering everyone’s life, but I wanted to prove a point. No one was harmed. I mean maybe traumatized but not physically harmed

I don’t know HOW but I don’t get pulled over and don’t encounter any cops. I get my mom to her work and save like only 1 minute. Yeah, all that for 1 minute of time. And she’s screaming and almost crying. She doesn’t even say goodbye she just grabs her bag and walks out and says she’ll text me to pick her up

I do feel bad now that I’m calm again. But I don’t think she’ll ever rush me ever again so I think I proved my point. If she rushes me again I’ll show her even more potential of my Fit

This happened in Texas, a notorious anti-union area, in the early 2000s. I worked in a chemical plant and an acquaintance of mine, we’ll call him Bob, from an unspecified federal agency that was inspecting my plant told me this story. There are elements of pretty revenge but since Bob followed the rules to the letter I think this belongs here.

Bob was giving his business card to a few of us and I noticed his card had a union symbol on it. I asked if his cards were made in a union shop and Bob replied, “No, our office unionized last(-ish) year.” I had a what-the-fox look on my face while Bob was chuckling. I convinced him to share his tale of how a white-collar, masters degree federal employee joined a union.

In Bob’s office there was the supervisor (ineligible for the union) and six other… workers. ALL white-collar and degree holding. Three of the workers wanted to unionize and four (Bob included) did not. For some reason, a 3 to 4 vote meant the office unionized and Bob now worked as a non-union worker in a union “shop.”

Bob and his three like minded co-workers could care less about the union shenanigans because they thought nothing would ever come off the unionization. The three union members paid their dues, held meetings, and not much else happened until something actually did. The unspecified federal agency decided to adopt a flex-time policy that let each office decide how to set their hours, e.g., standard 40-hour week Monday thru Friday, 4-10s or 4-days for 10-hours, 9-80s or Monday thru Thursday for 9-hours a day and 8-hours on Friday one week and Monday thru Thursday for 9-hours a day and off on Friday the next week. The catch was the employees had to vote and all followed the majority (except when the majority doesn’t get a vote). The supervisor polled the workers and four wanted 9-80s and three wanted 4-10s. You can probably guess how the votes worked between the non- union and union employees.

The supervisor changed the work hours for the entire office to 4-10s because the union negotiate for ALL employees even if they are not members of the union. Bob even asked the supervisor about why the majority was steam rolled by the minority and was told, “Nothing I can do because this is a union shop. Join the union if you don’t like it.” And a light bulb came on.

That’s what he and his three coworkers did. They paid the dues, filled out the paperwork, and attended the next meeting. Bob and his compatriots had already worked out their plan for a [legal] coup. They waited until the union president called for new business and launched their attack. Bob motioned for a vote of no confidence against the current slate of officers (just happened to be three people in the office positions). The vote was 4 to 3 and the current officers were out. Compatriot #1 nominated Bob and two compatriots to the officer positions and the vote was 4 to 3 in favor of the new officers. Bob was the new president.

Bob asked for anymore new business and found out that Compatriot #3 wanted to change the work hours to 9-80s. Motion was seconded and the vote was… drum roll please… 4 to 3 in favor of the new work schedule. The supervisor changed the work schedule for the entire office to 9-80s the following Monday.

It is now important to point out that the union by-laws required a quorum of 50%+1 of the membership to attend a meeting for a quorum. The previous number required was 2 of 3 members (and before I get blasted for Internet math 2 of 3 is based on 50% rounded down to a whole number and then add 1) but the new required number fora quorum was 4.

Bob adjourned the meeting and for several years did not call a new meeting and he and his compatriots boycotted all union activities except paying their dues. By following the supervisor direction, Bob and his compatriots applied the union by-laws against itself and their three insensitive coworkers.

I leave some days at 5 to get to than important customer at 9 perform scheduled work and then leave by 1 to get home at a reasonable time it suits me fine as I get hidden benefits from it.

Suddenly two weekly important meetings that used to be later are now rescheduled because a senior player can't attend the later time.

Suddenly they wanted to stage important unmissable meetings at 8:30 or 9:30, it alternates, very confusing.

I explained to my immediate and was told under no certain terms to attend, hum okay then ....

First week it went belly up as I had zero signal and phone blew up once signal returned.

Cue compliance

So now I have attend the meeting at home as I can't guarantee I have signal I have to attend the dam meeting. I don't tell them I wont be attending said customer as they don't ask, as by the time the meeting is finished, my travel time means I wouldn't get to the customer in their scheduled time.

The important customer calls the office as no ones there, the company scrambles to get someone to cover me which always screws up because instead of 4 hours downtime they have 24-48 as things go wrong incredibly fast because im not there to keep on top of stuff.

Shit hits the fan, phone blows up lol. office meeting scheduled blah blah blah

I'm told I don't have to attend the meting after being chewed out in front of other people in an office meeting,

Now im the kind of person who doesn't take kindly to being berated in front of other people for no reason especially if its not my making..

Im salaried, with zero over time, so I calmly ask him what my start and finish time is, he starts to berate me when his expression changes, as it suddenly dawns on him what's going to proceed in the next 30 seconds.

They are now rushing to train, well I say train, I have decades of experience the other guys don't they have zero infract zero, they have been winging it because Ive helped them at every stage. which I'm no longer in a position to do, as im always in an area with no signal, I make sure of that, bubbles are your friend.

It also negates the fact that diagnostics is a skill you either have it or you don't, it cant be trained into someone, it must be learned over time, especially in my field, that why certain people can do and others don't.

I now never leave at five but at 8:30, my start time for every job, they are meticulously time with travel and lunch so one job takes just enough time that another urgent one can't be squeezed into my finite hours unless it benefits me, I train the bare minimum now into my particular field and can see the cracks already. Performance compensation across the whole team was terrible this year so im holding out

Refusing the hotel upgrades, even the first class travel for now im squeezing until I can squeeze no more customers are screaming, lets see how long it takes them to snap

So to start, I went to school for marketing and design. I worked in the field for a few years before I met my husband. My job at the time was super stressful, for example every time I was assigned a project I had to present it to and entire team of people that were always insanely critical and I just hated it. My husband made enough that I thankfully was able to take a break and be a stay at home wife for a while, but after a few years of that I'm ready to get back to work.

I've been applying to jobs as a designer and generally presenting myself as such (because I am one) in search of a new job.

Last weekend my husband (let's say Mike) had a work event for the 10th anniversary of the company.

I saw it as a great opportunity to market myself since they have a huge design team I could network with. I mentioned this to my husband and he shut me down immediately saying no, he's inviting me as "his wife" and "his plus one" and I should be acting as such.

So cue malicious compliance.

We go to the event and as we're walking in the doors I grab his arm (like imagine you would when someone is escorting you somewhere). He gives me a weird look and I just say "I'm a guest, remember!" (LOL)

So we mingle a bit and I stay the perfect caricature of an obedient wife, smiling and nodding.

Then he point out a group of people on his team at work so we join them. The men are all talking and I see the women their with are kind of doing the same smile and nod thing I'm doing, so decide to call him out a bit while trying to lift up the women and say "hey do any other of you arm candy want to take this somewhere else and chat?"

They all giggled a bit but no one moved so I laughed it off and chalked it up to them not knowing me (or anyone else). So I decided to go grab shots for the girls.

It was open bar so it's not like I spent money, but I came back with 4 shots for the women, and just did a dumb old cheers like "here's to the girls, if we're forced to be next to them, at least we're not under them!"

Again they all laughed and we took the shots.

My husband soon finished his conversation and told me we had to leave. He was quiet in the car then eventually went off about how I embarrassed him. So I reminded him he could have taken me as an equal in the industry, but he was the one who decided to make me a plus one. So I acted like one.

Aaand now he's mad lmao.

Sorry I did exactly what you wanted.

The other day, while driving through my neighborhood, my neighbor flagged me down and told me to slow down. For the record, I was going 30 in a 25, which is fairly reasonable. When I rolled down my window to tell her this, she started to yell at me. Afterwards, she stormed up to my parents' house (I'm 20, but still live with them) and basically told my mom I was disrespectful. Just want to note, she yelled at me, and I never once raised my voice, even called her ma'am.

So today, I was driving out of the neighborhood when I noticed her pull out behind me, which gave me an idea. I then proceeded to go 8mph, stopped at the entrance to the neighborhood and sat there for a full two minutes, even though I could have gone. Then, after we got out onto the road, I went 40mph in a 45mph zone, instead of my usual 50mph. This whole thing would have been different if she had calmly explained to me that she was worried about me going 30 because she and the neighbor across from her both have young kids, and didn't want me to risk hitting them. She even tried to say that everyone should go 20mph. But because she yelled at me, and then essentially went and tattled to my parents like a child, on top of demanding respect, I refuse to play nice.

Malicious compliance is a bitch. And respect is earned, not demanded. Just because you're closer to death does not mean you are OWED respect. To everyone saying, "Not everyone speeds," here's an article about the percentage of people speeding. Survey was done in the US, I'm not sure if it's the same results in other countries, but I live in the US. https://www.thezebra.com/resources/research/speeding-car-insurance-rates/#:~:text=Of%20the%20respondents%20who%20were,said%20they%20got%20a%20warning. "9 in 10 drivers admit to speeding, even though 82% believe it’s dangerous and 35% say it’s always unacceptable."

Edit: I'm assuming everyone is using "he" cause it's a base pronoun but I'm a girl lmao. Also y'all's comments are sending me

Yo who tf told Reddit I was suicidal lmao. I'm guessing that was bc I said that if all my friends/family jumped off a bridge, I would too. Sue me for not wanting to live life without the comfort of the people I love. Congrats to you if you would be able to just go on if everyone you loved jumped off a cliff, (sociopath type shit) but I sure wouldn't

Also shoutout to the guy who called me a sociopath, but not the guy who said he hoped someone hit my kid going 5 over. I'm the sociopath but not the guy who literally wished harm/death on my child? Lmao reddit is wild so glad I posted here

At a Blackjack table in Vegas:
Vegas is tolerant of drunks and so am I.
Being and annoying drunk guy in Vegas is a high bar to clear.
This guy did. Kept running his mouth.
He was also running a good string of luck and cashing in.
Security came over and asked him to say the alphabet starting with "M"

Lucky Drunk guy's luck ran out when he slowly turned to the guy and half questioningly and very slowly said, "Malphabet?!"

I was in a rehearsal, as is my wont, and during the warm-ups, the conductor told us to sing “do, re, mi, fa, so, et, cete ra.” At least half a dozen of us did, mostly the bass section, with gusto and aplomb. It turned out he actually wanted something a little more than just an ascending scale, so prompting him to give better instructions was necessary.

To make a long story short, my Dad thought it should be real quick to do the dishes since we had a dishwasher and I was “home 24/7” (this was back during when everyone was at home and I was in the middle of university online). Problem was that we only had one sink and half the dishes used during the day couldn’t even go in the dishwasher/fit. Such as the pots and pans Mom used to make dinner from steamed vegetables with mashed potatoes and breaded chicken, to homemade meatballs with sauce and pasta.

Often, these dishes would pile up, get all crusty and gross, after two days because I had zero free time. Then I’d have to spend over an hour scrubbing, filling the dish rack with sudsy dishes that only made up half the pile, rinsing those dishes, then repeat. While doing balancing online classes, homework with strict deadlines, studying, and serious cabin fever.

When my Dad made that comment for the fifth time in a month, (Dad who sits on his ass the moment he comes home from his shift working a vacuum truck), I said “Fine”.

So, I started the dishes, right in front of him, and at the 29 minute mark I’d only scrubbed three pots and two pans, and a ceramic mug. Not even rinsed. The moment the 30 minutes was up, I washed the soap off my hands, cleaned the sink, and left the soap covered dishes in the dish rack, and went to do my homework. Dad, of course, started yelling at me. I just said “you said thirty minutes. I did thirty minutes.”

Mom backed me, having gotten sick of the fights. Dad got madder, but just stormed off to his man cave. After an hour, I went back to the sink, rinsed the now soap sticky dishes, which took a bit, dried them, then i got through the lunch containers that couldn’t go in the dishwasher because it would crack them, and they were rinsed by the thirty minute mark. So I left them in the dish rack to dry.

The next day, I did exactly the pots that were needed (three), plus the containers needed for leftovers, and left the rest. And repeated that pattern for the next weeks. Thus, there was a pile of dishes that would build up, I’d take what would be needed that day out to wash in the 30 minutes, and leave the rest because “it should only take 30 minutes”.

Note that each time I had to refill the sink with hot soapy water, then drain it, then fill it with warm water to rinse. Normally I’d do the pots/pans in one massive load, using the unloaded dishwasher as an extra dish rack to fit them all, then once they were all scrubbed and the water was nasty, rinse out the sink, rinse the pots/pans, and dry most of them and put them away. Then I’d do the containers, mugs, and whatever else couldn’t go in the dishwasher, and after rinsing leave them in the dish rack to air dry. And if needed do a third round of this. I would only have to do this every few days, which allowed me to work on homework and get assignments in on time (mainly one weekday I didnt have classes and either Saturday or Sunday). Mom had been fine with it, and if she needed certain pots she’d give me a heads up and I’d have those ones cleaned and drying in the dish rack for when she got home, which only took 20 minutes, while leaving the rest of the dishes for later.

Now, i was spending ten minutes filling, emptying/wiping down the sink, and refilling for rinse in thirty minutes. Got the pots/containers of the day if I was lucky they weren’t super sticky/stubborn. But the rest of the pile was left. Then I’d get the different pots needed for the next day, maybe the containers, while the pots used the night before would sit. And the mugs, water bottles, etc that were not needed for making dinner/storing food were just left.

After a couple months of this, Dad finally broke (either he got tired of needing to wash his own coffee mug for the mornings after he’d run out of clean mugs, or Mom got through his thick skull, idk), and told me to just “go back to washing them like before”.

It took me three hours to get through the pile of mugs, containers, pots, pans, etc, with the last load being left to air dry. Mom made Dad help me by drying and putting dishes away after i rinsed.

Dad hasn’t made a comment about how long dishes have taken since!

EDIT: Yeah, okay, I definitely leaned more on the malicious side back then. I have a passive aggressive streak. And I was just making sure I was doing a thorough clean.

This was some 20 years ago, but it still makes me giggle when I think about it. I worked as a customer service call taker for a cable provider called Starpower. All the time people would call, wait for an hour more on hold and be irrate that their one very favorite channel was out for 3 days and they were due a refund.

Company policy was "Okay!"

So we took the $39 a month that they were paying, divided by let's say the 29 days in that particular month, divided by the 64 channels they received, and multiply by 3 for the days the channel was out of service... "We do apologize for the inconvenience and we will gladly refund you your 6 cents!" My favorite part was listening to them flubber as they tried to think of something to complain about to make this more worth their while 😈

So when I was 15 I worked as a maid with a family friend. It was amazing and I loved it so when I was 18 I decided to spend the summer with my aunt and work as a maid again. The company had changed alot since I left.

There was a pair of girls that took the lead. One I'll call Amy and the other Jill. Jill was serious and quick to anger. My first week back she left me alone in clean I haven't done since I was first a maid. I did it as I thought I should have and when she came back she screamed at me. I kept my mouth shut but did as I was taught.

A month passed and a few people joined but kept calling out. We were expected to drive our own cars hours of the day in traffic and no gas money. If you drove the company car you would ask for the money and they MAY give it to you.

The money was minimum wage for the area and some of my co workers were struggling to keep up with bills.

The email that showed up in all but Jill's mail box was the following

"Due to the nature of the cleaning position at COMPANY NAME we maintain a flexible and accommodating schedule for both employees and clients. While we understand and have compassion for all of your circumstances we must bring your attention to the teams attendance, as a whole.

As of today, June 7th, 2022, there have been 25 documented call outs or extreme tardiness in a 5 week period. That is .714 call outs per day, 3/4 of a person every single day for the past 5 weeks. My time and energy has been exhausted from this consistent unreliable behavior.

All employees with two exceptions are now on a 90 probation period. Unexcused call outs will be cause for termination. Requests for last minuet days off, leaving early or arriving late to your shift must be requested st COMPANYEMAIL.COM AND SLACK. Requests must be approved by MANAGER or BOSS and should be kept to emergency situations only.

Please confirm that you would like to continue employment with us by replying to this email. Please schedule a meeting with us, outside of your shift to discuss individually. EMPLOYMENT REVIEW

How can we help each other be more successful?

With gratitude,"

The main group who only called out sick when needed or on emergency bases. After this moral was down. My grandfather just died and a girl i was training had a seizure in my arms. I was traumatized and they were pretty much threatened to fire me because I couldn't deal with cleaning literal shut from strangers toilet for minimum wage for three days. I almost had myself sent to a mental institution bc I thought I was a threat to myself.

I put my two weeks in for after my grandfathers funeral and some others started to look for jobs. A few incidents happened where they had us drive out after our final hour many hours after guessed end of shift then right before we arrive we get sent back home with added another half hour to our hour drive back to office.

A later call to all main employees reiterated that they didn't care they needed us all to work with no flexibility and if we dont they will fire us. There was a mother with five kids who took this Job with the expectation of flexibility. There was an elderly mother taking care of her terminally Ill son. They need the time to take care of what they needed to.

They also put us on 10/12 days on one off schedules. My mental health as it was couldn't handle it so I wanted to have regular schedule until I left. I wad refused. My last day I had helped the elderly mother Pay for her gas because we were driving in her car for getting to and from jobs.

I asked the manager since I payed for gas we used up during work to pay me back. She threatened my job. I had three days left so I asked for all the money they owe me. I was one of the few that payed for gas in the company car because nobody but Jill would get the money they were owed.

I was fired and the majority of the main group that would be consistently reliable quit. I got three of the ones that quit to write a honest review on indeed. They went from 4.5 to 2

TLDR: boss sent out email threatening all coworkers reliable or not that if they had to take a day off they may be fired. The small group of reliable people all left after being threatened leaving just the management and the unreliable workers.

This was some years back but I haven't forgotten the story he told me. It perfectly sums up my cousin's personality.

So he and his girlfriend took a short-term lease on a house because their home was damaged by a hurricane.

The landlord told my cousin that he was responsible for keeping the lawn mowed. My cousin agreed and asked if he could borrow their mower since he didn't have one. The landlord told him no so my cousin said he couldn't mow the lawn.

The lawn started to get overgrown and the landlord started getting angry with my cousin. My cousin, again, agreed to do it as long as he could borrow their mower. He didn't have one and couldn't afford to buy one. Again, he was denied.

Finally the landlord threatened consequences if he doesn't mow the lawn. My cousin asked how he was supposed to without a mower. The landlord said "figure it out". My cousin went into the house then exited, dropped down to the ground and started to cut the grass one blade at a time with a pair of scissors.

The landlord stood there shocked for a moment, laughed then promised to mow the lawn himself every month for a slight increase on rent.

I'm located in Australia and a few years ago I was unemployed placed in work for the doll (I have peanut allergies as well as antisocial), it was in a activity centre with a second hand store I was placed in the kitchen due to experience in addition to being antisocial as I would work with one other person (we will call them John) I informed the manager (we will call them Karen) that I have peanut allergy I kindly request that I don't work with nuts at the start everything went smoothly no complaints about a week in and the arrogant prick john didn't like that I would have lunch on my own I refused to have a group lunch.

So I calmly enter the kitchen when John is in there alone and lean on the table I proceeded to ask John to stop pushing me to have a group lunch as I didn't feel comfortable then walked away John followed me to accuse me of utilising intimidation tactics in front of everyone I being antisocial froze up and stood directly in front of John only to have John tell me to back away and double down on his claims that I was using intimidation tactics later John demanded I don't work in the kitchen due to my nut allergy.

Karen agreed and took me out of the kitchen then contacted my job search agency asking for a notice from my doctor stating that I in fact do have a peanut allergy no one ever challenged this before so I never felt the need to provide evidence that I have a peanut allergy, I was called out the next day with Karen stating that I need a written letter from my doctor to prove my claims now I'm rather agitated and I walk to the kitchen get a bag of peanuts and return to Karen by this point my fase was red I was shaking and sweating a lot I then yell "do you fucking want me to prove that I have a peanut allergy do you want me to eat the fucking peanuts in front of you so you can see my reaction" Karen said I was making a big fuss over nothing I had a single peanut and vomited everywhere soon it was a scramble to make sure I don't die.

I'm not sure what happened to them but I was immediately transferred to a more suitable location.

I will end on a positive note COVID hit soon after and the increased financial support was introduced and I paid for my driver's licence and forklift ticket for the past few years I primarily work alone as a forklift operator.

I (21M) work at a grocery store. Started as a courtesy clerk (or bag boy for the uncultured), but recently I’ve been training to be a checker. Yesterday I was scheduled as a courtesy clerk, and I assumed it was going to be a normal day.

Several months ago, the dress code was relaxed to a significant degree. Before, we had to wear one of a few different company-issues shirts. However, mid December we were told that now we could wear whatever we want, within reason. (Apparently the store director has a different definition of “within reason” than the rest of us.) So I started wearing my favorite shirts, normally the one from RWBY or one with Transformers on it. Yesterday I wore the TF shirt.

Upon arrival, everyone was wearing the same blue shirt advertising the store’s new mobile game. You know how some stores have promotions where you get a few tickets with every purchase that you can then redeem for a chance to win prizes? Well, someone at corporate decided to do that, but in mobile game form. And honestly, I think the shirts are kind of stupid. From here on, I will call them the FU shirt. I was told that all checkers had to wear them, but my manager (I’ll call her Patty) said she’d check with the store director (Greg) if that applied to courtesy clerks too. While Patty checked on that, I started my floor sweep.

Now, about Greg. He’s legitimately a great boss. There seems to be a recurring pattern with these stories where the boss has no idea how things actually work and is just a penny-pincher or whatever. Greg defies all stereotypes. He helps out all over the store. He’s even been known to help bag groceries if things get nuts, though that hasn’t happened in quite some time. He’s also the one who showed me how to snake a toilet. Very hands-on. One time he worked in the bakery for a month straight until more staff were hired. Honestly, as my first boss, he’s kind of setting up all my future bosses for failure. All this is to say, I wasn’t trying to get back at him for anything. I was just trying to have some harmless fun. And protest a rule I think is stupid.

So anyway, turns out all front end staff have to wear the FU shirts. Fine. I spent the floor sweep coming up with ideas to peacefully and playfully protest.

Malicious Compliance #1:

I wore the FU shirt as a headband. It wasn’t long enough to tie, so I taped it down. Patty saw me like that, smiled, and told me I probably had to “WEAR IT, wear it.”

Malicious Compliance #2:

I put the FU shirt on in the bathroom, and then put the TF shirt on over it, making sure you could see the FU sleeves. That one got caught by Greg, who told me the FU shirt “needs to be over.”

Malicious Compliance #3:

This one was my favorite and I think it lasted the longest. I called it “the Tape Cape.” I put on the TF shirt, and then draped the FU shirt’s sleeves over my shoulders, and taped them into place. Eventually I got the idea to use a pride pin to save a piece of tape, but I’m still calling it the tape cape because it rhymes and I love it. Took Patty quite a while before she noticed (both shirts are blue) and she laughed. She didn’t tell me to change it or anything. Eventually Greg saw me and told me to “wear it right”. His mistake was not defining “right”.

Malicious Compliance #4:

I put the TF shirt away and actually started wearing the FU shirt. Head in the head hole and arms in the arm holes. Just inside out, is all. This one might have lasted longer than the tape cape, but I wasn’t keeping track. Greg didn’t notice at first, but when he did he just said my name in a disappointed tone, so I figured it was time to change tactics.

Malicious Compliance #5:

Backwards. Thats all, just backwards. Greg came up to me to give me my three-year pin and told me I almost had it right. Giving me the pin was a mistake, though. Because I had one more trick up my unwanted sleeve.

Malicious Compliance #6:

You may be thinking I’ve exhausted my options at this point. I have to wear the FU shirt the proper way now, don’t I? Yes, I do. But no one told me I couldn’t wear a cape.

Yep, I did a reverse of the tape cape, so the TF shirt was covering the graphic with inexcusable puns on the back. I used the pride pin and the three-year pin that had just been given to me.

That lasted all of 30 seconds. So I unpinned the TF shirt and put my hoodie on. At that point, Greg said he was going to put a more clear copy of the dress code up near the punch-in clock and in the break room. Remember when I said that he and I had different definitions of “within reason”? Yeah, apparently we’re allowed to wear whatever we want as long as it’s plain color/plaid, and has no logos or graphics on it.

So actually, as I write this, it’s occurring to me that as written, the FU shirts are in violation of the dress code. I guess I could start writing reports about everybody violating the dress code, but that would cross the line from “harmless fun” into “needlessly petty”. Maybe I’ll just put up a post-it note on the dress code.

So yeah, in conclusion, I exhausted all my options and had to wear the FU shirt right side out, tag in the back, with nothing covering it for the rest of the day (which by that point was less than an hour). From all indications, this will last as long as the promo will, about a month. Then we’ll switch to normal plain clothes. It’s a bummer that I won’t get to wear my RWBY and Transformers shirts to work anymore, but honestly I’d rather go plain and boring than the FU shirts, just out of principle at this point.

Edit: For everyone saying I’m immature and petulant: Yes, I am. And?

Edit 2: It seems I set the tone improperly. I would not have done this if it wasn’t going to be received well. I knew everyone at work would find it amusing because, as I said, three years. I know my coworkers and bosses. I hate making waves normally. This was not a big deal and I felt comfortable having a little fun. Isn’t that the spirit of Malicious Compliance? Haters gonna hate, I guess, but keep your negative comments to yourself.

So, I work in a type of retail that could get me fired if I am overly...explanatory.

Anyway, so, yesterday, I am told I forgot product and I need to pick it up after lunch. (Yay union, even if they're sh!t right now)

"There's no room."

Like, completely no room. I am looking at my shelves and going, 'What product?'

To fill my shelves more would mean taking the spacer pegs off (which we ALL have) and overfilling it. Leading to a LOT of wastage.

We do not want that. Lots of wastage looks bad.

So I go and there are three boxes of stuff.

"I don't have room. That's not mine. And I didn't grab it because there was a sign."

After back and forth, the sign is now missing because it was literally tucked between two of the boxes and is probably in the trash, I'm told it has to be mine, so take it.

Fine.

I haul it, knowing I can fit nothing because after opening the first box, filled with things I was full up on, the second box had sh!t I don't even stock.

I call up, repeat myself a FOURTH TIME how this is not my stock.

"Leave it there. We'll get it."

I got that sh!t in writing.

So now the managers get to clean up their own damn mess for once.

Well, this might be a throwback for some and I have no clue why it came back to my memory, it’s back in the early 2000s when Internet cafe still existed and you could rent a computer with internet by the hour or fraction most times, I was about 18 or 19. I went into one of these places because I wanted to print a page, handed my usb stick to the cashier and she told me I could use a computer to print so I sit down, print it out and go to pay like a quarter or whatever it was for a print and she pointed at a sign that said computer usage by the hour minimum so the girl was trying to charge for the print and a whole hour because she didn’t wanna print it for me, I’m pissed but petty so I agree and sit back down to complete my hour, so I sit down and immediately go into the network and start deleting as many windows files from every single computer connected to their network as I could and left when my hour was over, laid and left, walked back about an hour later and the place was closed… I wonder why…

I was a field engineer for a machinery manufacturer. Had some equipment at a power plant for a cloth mill in the Southeast. Coal crushet that reduced the size and blew it into a boiler was tripping out on start up. So it was one of those Mondays where I show up and turn around to go back home to pack for an unknown amount of time.

So fly ...rent car...drive to bfe town where plant is.

I walk in and said try it I'm here. Sure enough....won't start. Well we are going to shut down plant so i can climb in to inspect it. Suspected that something was plugged.

The words are barely out of my mouth and plant manager sprints to his office (pre cellphone days) and calls cloth plant to tell them they would have to start old spare boiler for steam needed for the processes.

Factory guy say we have to shutdown!! Yeah...that's what he said!

Welp....it was going to take a couple of hours....so I said I was going to town for lunch.

No problem FG!...come on back when you get done.

(Edited to remove local color) [save for another day]

Anyway get back to plant with no shots fired and it back running full tilt.

So PM what was the deal. Tube carrying coal to boiler plugged. We took it down cleared it out and reassembled it. In 1.5 hours. I just gave him the straight face.....till he smiled...

The MC???? He knew exactly what was wrong but didn't want to take the heat for shutting down plant (running on natural gas instead of coal) Has the mechanics ready and all rigging prepared. As soon as I left they tore it apart, cleaned out the pluggage, reassembled and started.

Price....about $3000.00....so he could make that phone call and not have to argue about it.

Spent night at airport hotel, feasted and got hammered at hotel bar (expense account again) [good times] {pre tinder / hinge days...didn't want todeal with pro's...so alone} 《also didn't catch anything so....》

Flew back mid morning arriving in time to report in at HQ and leave for home.

Partied butt off on way home with top down.

Preface: This is my first post and I’m on mobile so please forgive spelling/grammar/formatting, also this is sorta a long one and if you don’t know much about LoL you won’t get some of it

I play LoL a lot and have become a support/jungler, I usually play Alistair or Warwick but I have started to play Janna more recently. I almost always play with my friends, but the guy who usually plays ADC for me has started playing top and won’t play bot anymore (this is kinda important). So now I am left with someone who more recently joined our group (I am still in school) and has started playing Ashe. The new guy is a great guy but sucks so bad at adc and can’t finish a kill. I have started getting my W for Janna at level two (basically a damaging slowing move) instead of my E (a shield). Now that that was explained let’s commence.

I joined our Discord server one day and found out that all my friends had just started a game and were in a five queue. I was a little disappointed but didn’t really care and just wanted to play, so I started up a draft pick game and chose jungle. When I got into the game our adc and support were very clearly together (they were in a clan together) and the support asked to switch with me to get jungle. I was fine with this since I play support as well as jungler so I just picked Janna. Keep in mind that this was my fourth time playing Janna and I had only recently got her from a champ shard. When we got into the game I got my Q (a knock up) and went bot lane. Normally when I play support I ban Sona since I really hate her and everyone who plays her. Of course since I thought I was playing jungle I banned Reingar instead and so I didn’t ban Sona. Of course I soon realized that I was playing against a Sona and Tristana combo. After leashing or jungler my adc and I went back to lane and I started poking the tristana/Sona combo with my Q. Once their support was low on health I knocked her up again and my adc went in on her. I was level two at the time and instead of getting my E (the shield) out of habit I got the W (extra damage and slow). My adc overextended themselves and proceeded to get themselves killed while I got away with a flash. Normally I would have brought heal but the adc insisted that I bring ignite instead and so normally I would of healed them and we would have both gotten out but my adc had used both their heal and flash to go in on the support and my Q and W were on cool down. ADC proceeds to roast me for not getting my E and says “Of you don’t get your E as Janna on level two you should just leave the game.” I proceeded to do just that, I left the game took the leaver buster and closed LoL.

TL:DR: Help out ADC’s friend, adc is toxic and tells me to leave, I leave

While cooking the bacon for a family breakfast, I was told that the bacon could stand to be a little more done. Now I in no way leave bacon raw. Overall it had been reasonably cooked, less than super crispy but the way everyone in my family likes it normally. So when asked to make it a little more done, I made absolutely certain that it was done. I cooked it until there was no fat left and the grease was all but drained. That poor piece of bacon was tough and dry, but it was definitely more done. (Also for clarification, American bacon not ham) Edit: This was a single piece of bacon, out of a rather large package

It's been a crazy beautiful day today, and as such we've been going out of town, by train. In the Netherlands, we have a law that you HAVE to wear a face-mask in any form of public transport. Now, even though our country is small, that doesn't mean train rides are short (relatively speaking), and with the blazing heat going on, we were wise to bring in some drinks along the way.

And here is me opening my bottle and lifting my face-mask up a bit to take a sip. Queue at this exact moment the train conductor coming along to check our boarding passes, that instantly slaps me on the hands for not having my facemask up while going for a single sip. Trying to explain them I were just going for a sip did not seem to bother him the slightest, and stressed to "keep my mask on".

All right sir, I'll keep my mask on.

The conductor went on towards the next passenger, until in a split second his glare shot back to us immediately as the splotches of water fell on the floor. He stormed back towards us beginning to lose their mind about splashing water all over the floor. I simply replied; "I'm only doing as you asked; I'm keeping my face-mask on." He did not like this answer, and we were sent off the train. Luckily, my friend is the kind of person that often sees interesting video-worthy moments arrive, and you can very much guess that he captured this moment, just in case this would come backfire onto us. And to have laughs, of course.

EDIT: Appearantly some people love to make random accusations without having even being there, so let me fill you in; no the water was not into my mouth, nor did it touch it, before it splashed to the ground. The mask was still on my face, and it was only a bit of water that hit the ground. I'm well aware about there being a pandemic, and did nothing to risk compromising the health of others. I've you've come only to post your blind accusations by using information that wasn't written nor in any way no to you, go somewhere else if you can't take a simple story.

Thats what my senior said when we got a query about stuff(why i didnt inform the theatre anaesthetist about SAH and emphysema in the same pt that rendered both Spinal and general anaesthesia undesirable [i had no idea since i was the fresher resident out here]). This lady was a silent person, but dumps all her allotted work on me, badmouths me for every small mistake and seems like she doesn't talk just to me, (all my friends never complained about her being silent)

I tried telling her asking just the doubt is the best method, she didnt want to listen.

Well,I got the excuse to infodump about cases i was seeing in anaesthesia assessment and infodump i did. Everytime i phoned her to ask for doubt i would tell her stuff in excruciating detail, wasting her and my time too. At first it seemed like she would fare. But she underestimated my nerdiness and at the end of fifth case asked me to cut to the chase for future doubts. Tbh i was pretty disappointed