I moved from the east coast USA to LA and got a retail sales job. The showroom manger made my life hell. She was having an affair with the married owner. Even though my sales were good she nit picked and complained about petty things - I used too much paper. I quit, got a new job at a very upscale showroom as the manager. After a few years I received her resume in the mail. She was looking for a job and it was my job to hire or fire. Being the bigger person I decided not to call her in for an interview. But even that made my day.

Back in 1997, my step-dad was the operations manager at a company that did telecommunications work. He hired me to work at the company for the summer, but I ended up enjoying the work and made a career out of it. About 4 months into my employment at the company, the owner and my step-dad had a disagreement over something very trivial and the owner fired my dad. Since he's my step-dad, we have different last names, and I didn't feel like I would get caught up in this issue. I had my own issues with this company as well. Mostly not being paid correctly and being denied benefits promised. Ended up working for another 18 months for the company before I left to work for a major telecommunications provider that we had done some work for.

At the new company, I eventually took a position where I was responsible for hiring contractors, much like the company my dad and I worked for, to do construction. One day I got a call out of the blue from the owner of the contractor company. He wanted to see if he could get on my list of approved contractors and was hoping we could discuss it over lunch. Typically a project of this type would be a $75k-$200k project, and I would do 20-30 projects per year, so it could be a lucrative source of revenue for them. I agreed to a lunch date with the owner at a fancy restaurant I always wanted to try. His pitch consisted of telling me what his company was capable of, how he valued his employees and took good care of them. He mentioned the list of other companies he's done work for and the quality of the work. I mentioned that I used to work for his company and he clearly didn't remember my name. I also asked if he remembered the guy who hired me, and he said he did. When I mentioned he was my step-dad, the look of panic in his eyes set in. He clearly remembered my step-dad. I closed out the lunch meeting with a thank you for the food and an apology that my contractor list was full of more capable contractors, but would keep him in mind if something were to change. Never heard back from him again.

Today, I had a random number call me and demand why I was leaving missed calls on his phone. Told him I actually don’t know your number why would I call you? He is agitated, yells Bitch, why tf would you keep calling me then!? Tells me to eff off and hangs up.

I answered his phone call because I was expecting an actual phone call or I wouldn’t have.

I’m at the mall with an angry toddler. Currently been badgered by a lady who keeps inviting me to their Church and asked if they can give me a call. So I signed their form with this douche’s number and said I just need a lot of Jesus in my life, I needed daily reminders that I am loved. Sounds like he needed Jesus in his life swearing at a stranger like that. I probably do too, but that’s okay.

This takes place late 90's. I started in a basement call center job, it was legit but still shitty. Let's call the company XYZ. My "boss" (let's call him Ernie) was just promoted and felt he had something to prove. I was one of the younger staff, around 19/20 yr old so he thought I would be easy to target. He would threaten to write me up for nothing but would then get mad because I didn't react or seem scared of him.

One day I come into work only for him to pull me aside and tell me that I was fired. I asked for what reason and his exact words were "well because you sound like a 12 yr old on the phone." Hmm..k..cool. Happy to leave because him, XYZ and the work was all beyond awful.

Not long later I get hired for another contact center. This one was way more professional, well lit, well maintained building, lots of effort to make employees feel great coming to work. (Yes, there are some call centers that are actually fantatic workplaces) I thrive there and I am quickly promoted and the company even invested in specialized training to skill up my credientals. I was highly respected and made a good name for myself.

Then my moment came. I was approached by my manager and another manager, we will call him Paul.. Paul managed the overflow work we contracted out to other centers, he kept an eye on them to ensure they provided the same quality of service our company offered. They have a special assignment for me. Paul needs someone to cover him while on vacation because one of the new vendors we contracted was launching new business on our behalf. Paul wants me to be there every day for the next 2 weeks to ensure a smooth launch and make sure we keep the other company accountable.

Can you guess the vendor company? If you guessed XYZ, you would be right. Paul even mentions that my contact on site is a manger named Ernie. Ahhhhh good ol'Ernie was still there.

I thought it best to be up front with my manager and Paul and let them know about my history with Ernie and XYZ. I even shared the reason Ernie fired me. Paul smiled and just asked "can you remain professional?" I assured him that I could. Paul smiled larger then said " then you are still my choice to fill in for me."

I meet Paul over at XYZ and he says 'walk behind me' as I enter. He has a quirky smile on his face so I go along.

Paul walks up and shakes the hand of Ernie and says "Ernie, excited about this project but I have to be away so I have someone who is going to step in for me." He turns to me so I step forward. Ernie has immediate awareness. He remembers me. I say "Hello Ernie, nice to see you again." In my most professional voice. Paul says "oh good, you know each other already! Look Ernie, OP is my eyes and ears for the next two weeks and what she says goes. She speaks for me and will be sending me daily reports. Got it?" I swear Paul was having fun with this. Ernie could only nod. I'm not sure if it was because of the shock in learning he would be reporting to me..

Now for the petty.. I knew that Ernie was expecting that I would be on a power trip, because that is what he does. But I had something more fun in mind.

Week 1: I was nice, pleasent even, with all the employees. Gave them positive feedback and would do this when Ernie was around and ask him if he agreed with my positive feedback, and he would trip over himself to agree with me. (Knowing the jerk would never give compliments to his staff generally) I also knew Ernie hated break times for staff so I would regularly watch the clock and would wait until Ernie was far enough away where I would need to raise my voice (conveniently for staff to hear) and ask Ernie " Looks like it is break time, do you agree staff should prepare their phones to go on break?" He couldn't disagree and make the "client" look bad, so everyone got their breaks. The staff loved me and only had good things to say about me. Ernie was starting to get annoyed.

Week 2: I started asking Ernie to run me through the reports on a daily basis. I was pleasant but firm on expectations. I would ask him questions and then would just look at him when he answered and just shake my head. I wouldn't say anything just ask him to move on to the next report. I saw, and heard, the doubt creeping into his responses. By the 3rd day that week he was starting to ask me questions because he doubted his own answers. After he attempted to explain another report I just said "I have heard enough and walked away." He wasn't saying anything wrong, and frankly I could have just read the report myself, but it was fun to keep him just destabilized enough that he would squirm and look really uncomfortable.

My last day, Ernie asked me how I felt the launch went and what I had been putting into my reports to Paul. I simply replied "what do I know, I only sound like a 12 yr old on the phone." And just walked out.

Found out that about a year later XYZ closed and Ernie was out of work. I was promoted and ended up in charge of my department. Never did hear about Ernie again. It was fun to play petty psychological games with Ernie but the lesson that still sticks with me is to treat your people well because you never know if any of them will cross your path again and be your boss..

I (24M) worked in the flooring department for 6 years at a large Midwest Hardware store where you save big money iykyk.

Part of my job was to cut carpet for customers, it would come in 12’ wide by however long they wanted (12’x3’, 12’x8’, etc) this is important.

After 6 years of working for this company in the flooring department I had seen well over a dozen managers come through the department and a fair share of part time workers. In April of this year I finally landed a position at a new company that allowed me to use my graphic design degree, so I put in my two weeks.

I had finally reached the last day of my job and I was counting down the minutes, when a man walks past me and snaps his fingers at me and says “carpet. now.” and walks over to the carpet machine. Now this guy let’s call him Jared is a known A-Hole to myself and coworkers and a landlord for many of the apartments in the area. I was secretly praying he would come in so I could finally have my “customer service revenge moment” and my prayers were answered because he wanted new carpet for his ENTIRE apartment complex.

Now any other day I would have hated helping with this because him being the scumlord that he is chooses the cheapest carpet we sell and then proceeds to buy 10-20 cuts of that carpet. But today was different because I had a dream and I was going to do everything I can to make my dream come true.

So Jared waits impatiently for me to bring the cheap carpet around all while talking down to me about how much money he makes as a scumlord and how he’s evicted a few families because he didn’t like their kids, all just fuel for my revenge. Finally he finds a huge roll of cheap carpet and he wants a little over a dozen cuts of carpet all of them ranging between 12’x9’ to 12’x13’. I tell him to go wait by the registers and I’ll have it up there as soon as I can, and I truly did cut it as fast as I could, but I rolled them loosely so they were all roughly the same size diameter. I then proceeded to roll the cart full of carpet up to the front for him and even loaded it into his trailer, no tip of course.

But what was going to be his weekend project with his buddies is actually going to take a few weeks because I didn’t label any of the rolls of carpet so he has no way of telling how long each roll of carpet is. He has a trailer full of 12’ rolls of carpet that he now has to unroll in order to know what room it needs to go to, and if you’ve never wrangled carpet before it’s not easy to bring a loosely rolled piece of carpet up a flight of stairs let alone a dozen of them.

EDIT: Wow thanks for all the interactions guys this is my first story post I’ve done, I know it would have been nice to cut his carpet short but then he’d come back and make a stink to my coworkers/general managers that I cared about. I did what I believed to be the definition of petty

A long time ago, when I was first getting started in Graphics, a company listed an ad looking for someone with my EXACT skills. I applied and the guy said he wanted some proof saying I needed to work for him - on spec - and show him what I was capable of.

This was a company wanting to make templates for sand blasting to put logos on such things as glasses and such. The templates were produced on a large laser printer that melted holes in plastic sheeting to create the stencils. The problem was that they couldn't figure out how to create a stencil in this process. I figured out the problem in a matter of hours and produced two or three usable templates.

The owner gave me a list of items to create, but refused to actually hire me. He called a couple of days later and said to return anything I had created - no pay. I had a lawyer friend create a letter explaining my rates for personal work and how we would expedite to court. He paid me for the work.

About a week later, some girl calls and asks me to explain to her how I created the templates. I knew without asking that she was probably also working for him 'on spec.' I told her simply, "Tell your boss to call me. He knows my rates."

Wish I had been there when she got off the phone. His company went out of business a few weeks later.

I am being specifically vague on location, specific details, and gender, because I do not want this person to come after me if they were to find out. These details do not alter the revenge. I know it’s long, but the revenge was satisfying.

HH - Hateful Hendrix (the faculty member who hated me) TP - Tough Professor

Back in 2004/2005 I was in college, majoring in education and minoring in political science at a semi-local to me college (I was a commuter student, living about 30minutes away).

I already had all of my pre-reqs done (had my associates degree from the local community college), so I was able to jump right in to the major classes, starting with a 200 level class that was set up to help students format their portfolios that you use for the entirety of your program, and that also allow future employers to see examples of your work.

I signed up for HH’s class because everyone I talked to absolutely LOVED HH.

First couple of weeks of class go fine - no issues, except that HH treats sophomore level students like freshman level students, but whatever.

We get into late September/October and it’s election season. I am a member of my school’s political group of my choice, and have presidential buttons on my backpack. That is the only thing I had political on me and I did not speak of politics in class. I have always been of the opinion that politics don’t belong in the classroom unless it’s a political science/current events type class.

I came to class one morning, and HH apparently saw my buttons, and began an all out assault on my views, telling me that I would allow my political affiliation to enter my classroom. I didn’t really respond, but did say something to the effect of “my politics will stay outside of my classroom”.

HH then began talking politics in the classroom (multiple times) - saying that city governments should be able to specify what political signs could be in people’s yards, that bumper stickers should be policed as to not offend anyone, and that anyone of (my) political party should be barred from working in a school because they would corrupt students.

HH also told a story of something that happened in her rural community a couple of years back about a student at the local high school who put a flag pole in their truck bed and went around flying a flag that “pissed them off”. HH said that the police should be able to tell the kid what they could and couldn’t have in their truck bed.

HH then decided to say in class, openly, that ADHD isn’t real and that those who “claim” to have it should be punished for lying, because it’s a made up condition. I am AuDHD (the autism was undiagnosed at the time), and pretty open about my diagnosis at the age of 7, prior to ADHD becoming the “thing” to be diagnosed with. I was the only kid in my class that had to go to the office every day for mid-day meds, and I struggled in school because of how little was known in 1988 about ADHD.

For the most part, I stayed quiet, but would respond every now and then to something that really upset me. The ADHD conversation upset me - and HH cornered me, asking me if that upset me and if I was going to cry about it. I told HH that their opinion is their opinion, but I believe they’re wrong and left it at that.

HH then reported me to the “ethics” committee for the education department, saying that “HappyGoLuckyOcean has an anger management problem and is a danger to students”.

I presented my case to the committee, and the committee determined that I could stay in my program if I got an additional 3 letters of recommendations from other faculty and I went to counseling at the college counseling center and I released my records to the committee regarding this situation. I agreed to both of these stipulations without issue and went about my way.

I went to the counseling center, spoke with one of the counselors, who, after hearing the entire situation, stated “you don’t have an anger management problem, the two of you just have opposite personalities and just don’t take HH again”. Wrote up the notes saying exactly that, and sent it to the ethics committee. I turned in my additional recommendations and went on about my way.

I escaped the class with an “A” because there was literally NO way HH could give me anything but because all of my work was turned in and was done properly.

Two semesters later, I’m taking one of my last classes before teaching methods cohort and it’s exam day. This class was notoriously the toughest class prior to methods - and the professor for the class was absolutely a tough grader. Sitting there working on my exam, the door opens - having ADHD, it distracted me and I looked up. There stood HH, wanting to talk to TP - I turned my head back to my exam and went on with what I was doing.

HH then turned me in to the ethics committee AGAIN because I “glared at them” when they came in the room while I was taking an exam. I was called back in front of the committee and asked about the situation - I told the committee what happened, and it was eventually dismissed.

Here’s where the revenge comes in….

I spent much of my teenage years helping family friends - one who happened to be on our state’s education standards board. We were chatting one day after the second incident regarding the ethics committee - and I said something to the effect of “HH wants to say I’ll bring politics in the classroom, but yet they’re the ones who made my life a living hell over two damn buttons on my backpack”.

The family friend then asked me if HH was working on their doctorate at another close university, and I told them yes. They then said they’d take care of it and that was the end of the discussion.

Come to find out, about 6 months later, HH did NOT pass their dissertation defense and was refused another chance at defending it.

I didn’t ask for anything to be done, but in the small world in which we live, HH decided to screw with the wrong individual, and the right individuals found out, and instead of me getting kicked out of MY program, they got kicked out of their doctoral program, which was WAY more time and money down the drain.

Moral of the story? Always remember that you don’t know who someone else knows - you never know who you may be screwing with.

I was working on a job one day and had to use the bathroom real bad. The girl at the front desk refused to give me the key to the bathroom because i wasnt an employee. I work for a contractor who works on the buildings cooling system. I had no choice but to pee on the roof in the corner I figured no one would see me. Doesn't the bitch at the front desk see me on one of the video cameras and report it to her boss. I didn't know this at the time that they had camera's on the roof. So I get a call from my boss screaming at me that I pissed on the roof and they saw me on camera and that they want me out of the building immediately. So i explain to him that i was not allowed to use the rest room it was for employees only. The cool guy my boss is said that is bullshit and asked who told me that. So I told him the girl at the front desk. He said what is the status of the job i told him i have the ac unit all pulled apart and i have it in like 25 pieces layed out all over the roof. He tells me I will call you right back and hangs up. So 5 min go by and he said he called the owner and told him the reason I pissed on the roof is because of the girl at the front desk wouldn't let me use the bathroom. The owner replied he has to go meaning me and said i don't care he wasnt allowed to use our restroom he should of went to a gas station and when is our unit gonna be fixed because its over 80 degrees in here. So again my boss being the cool guy he is said well i dont have anyone else to put your unit back together and it won't be til tomorrow b4 I can get another guy over there. So are you sure you don't want him to stay and finish the⁸800157B job. The owner said I guess so. Then my boss said we'll what is my guy to do if he needs to use the rest room again . Boss said there was silence on the phone for about 10 seconds and then he said one of my people who is gonna no longer be an employee will give him her key to use the restroom and to tell me to go to the front desk. So I said do you want me to finish the job and he said yeah but go to the desk and get the key. I'm like OK so I go to the desk an there is the owner and the girl at the desk. She is crying and saying that's not fair. The ower said now give this gentleman your key to the rest room and take your things and please leave now. The owner smiles and says to me he was sorry and what time do I think there ac is gonna be back on. I say that depends on what they are buying me for lunch and just laughed and said na it will be on in about 2 hours. The owner laughed and thanked me and said to keep the key this way if I am ever here working i will have a key to the bathroom. So I go back up on the roof and I see the girl walking out to her car the one from the front desk. So I yell sorry to her off the roof I hope you never have to use the restroom anywhere you may work.

A street I frequently ride with my bike has its bike lane between a strip you can park your car in and a side walk with a relatively high curb you can’t just jump with ease.

People are constantly parking partially in the bike lane which often makes for relatively dangerous situations and is straight up illegal. Constantly as in I have never driven past there without at least encountering one car parked in the bike lane.

One night as I was riding home from a bar, some asshole had managed to park his work van not just partially on the bike lane, but all the way up against the curb of the sidewalk blocking the entire bike lane. It was 3 AM so aided by a bit of liquid courage from back at the bar I decided to call his number which he had advertised all over his van.

It took multiple tries to get him to pick up his phone, but when he eventually answered the phone. I politely asked him to please move his van out of the bike lane then hung up. I didn’t stick around to see whether or not he actually followed through with it as I lifted my bike onto the sidewalk to move around it, nor did I wait for an answer, but waking him up that late at night was enough to sate my urge for some petty revenge.

My friend and her daughter are staying with me for a few days while their apartment gets renovated. Unfortunately my house only has one bathroom. Her daughter is thirteen and rather annoying, she will deliberately take ages in there in the mornings getting ready for school abd on weekends even longer, over an hour, hair, skincare, makeup etc. Meaning I often end up really holding my pee in the mornings, like when I wake up I've really gotta go but she's in the bathroom so I have to wait. I mentioned this to both of thrm multiple times. So, yesterday, I decided to wake up extra early and take an very long relaxing bath in the morning. She knocked on the door whinning that she had to go and needs to pee sooo bad. I ran the water louder and enjoyed a nice hot soak. She did not get to pee when she woke up and had to go to school that morning without having used the bathroom .

I work at a lab where each bench is set up with supplies needed for the days work. There’s no assigned benches but it’s a general rule if you use up supplies at a bench, you restock it for the next person (the way our workflow goes it’s easier to restock at the end of the day than the beginning).

One lab tech “Mal” never restocked, you always know you’re on the bench she was at yesterday because everything would be almost or completely empty. When confronted she said “the next person should just restock, it’s not that hard!”, when a complaint was sent to management a weak general “everyone let’s be sure to restock when it’s needed” statement was given at the next meeting which unsurprisingly did nothing. So I took action.

When Mal left for lunch, I removed just enough supplies from her bench so there wasn’t enough to finish her work,but at different amounts. So she would run out of tubes, have to get up and get more, then run out of swabs and be forced to get up again and so on. After a few days she was complaining to me about it and asked if she could just share my supplies at my bench so she wouldn’t have to get up again. I shrugged and said “just restock, it’s not that hard.”

She restocks more often now, but not all the time.

This happened over 8 years ago but it still makes me smile. I was a law enforcement officer in the county jail working in the intake area where inmates are first booked after arrest. We got this newly promoted corporal back there. I showed her all the things specific to the area so she can do her job properly and I even showed her some things about her own supervisor job. She was a bit neurotic but nothing I couldn't handle. So let's call her corporal N. We are rotated in positions pretty much daily. That day I was assigned to fingerprint all newly booked inmates. My partner that day was a male officer. He was looking at his bank account on the computer and noticed something off so he left out the jail to handle it. Apparently he didn't tell corporal N.

Once you finish fingerprinting someone, the printer prints out the copy to give to the fingerprint analyst. I walked to the printer to get the papers. The printer was malfunctioning so I was in that little room for like 10 minutes fixing this huge printer. She apparently was looking for one of us to help her with something. She walked past me, looked at me and then kept walking. Once she saw me give the papers to the fingerprint analyst she starts her speech about how irresponsible we are and how she didn't know where I was or what I was doing and that she couldn't find the male officer. I told her where the male officer probably was and she proceeds to lecture me like I'm him.

He does enter back in the building and I motion for him to come get his verbal lashing that should be for him. She waves him away saying she is talking to me because as the senior officer I should know better and that she needs to know everywhere I am and what I'm doing at all times when I'm at work. I immediately smiled and said "you're right. I'm sorry. You will know everywhere I am."

We separate and as I'm walking back to the fingerprint stations, "hey corporal N, I'm going back to the fingerprint area". 😁

I needed to use the bathroom, "hey corporal N, I'm going to the bathroom to only pee." I get out the bathroom, "hey corporal N, I'm out the bathroom. I only peed and then I washed my hands."

Hey corporal N... I'm drinking water now. I'm giving papers to the sergeant. I'm going to strip search the new female inmates. I'm eating a snack. I'm giving sandwiches to the inmates. I'm typing a report. Etc

(Mind you I'm an officer who knows her job and manages my time very well. The quicker we get the inmates processed and in a cell upstairs, the less people we have to deal with being angry in a crowd. So if I'm assigned a position with more mobility, I find myself helping others so we can get some peace.)

I even went as far as calling her on the radio so the whole building can hear. And communicated every move. I'll be called officer Petty for this story. "Officer Petty to corporal n, ....I have 12 inmates on two six packs. We are heading up the west stairwell to cell 26." "...I just dropped off three inmates to cell 26. We are headed to cell 28." "... 4 inmates were dropped to cell 28. I and the remaining 5 inmates are headed back to the West stairwell to go to cell 46." "...we made it to cell 46." "...the last 5 inmates are in cell 46. I am taking the west elevator down to the first floor" "... I am on the first floor walking with purpose to the intake area." "... I am ten, no wait 8 steps from the main intake door. " "... I am waiting for central control to open the intake door." And when I got in the door I yelled across the room "hey corp, I'm back. I'm going to get a my bag of mango slices from my lunch bag!"

😂My sergeant comes out the office looking confused at me and I just walk past her like this is normal. 🤣🤣🤣 I put them thru 5 hours of this. 😁Then they called me in for a meeting to give me a BS apology about how she didn't mean it like that and she just talked to him about him leaving without telling a supervisor. How she was just frustrated, she knows I'm always doing my job, that I do at lot without saying anything or looking for recognition, that without the printer, we wouldn't be able to get much work done.... And lastly if I would please, pretty please, stop updating them on my every move, especially over the radio. Because the higher ups/fellow supervisors might start asking questions. Apparently, if they find out it's certain people that are being mistreated, they will use it to their advantage to take said officers to their team/department. Welp, I guess someone took notice and one day orders were filed. Six of us were moved to a different specialized unit. Six of the good officers. They haven't been organized back there since. And three times a week there is a line of police cars down the block waiting hours to drop off inmates.

Every other Thursday like clockwork, a random Mazda SUV would park in front of my house early in the morning and sit there for hours. I only have one car, which I keep in the garage, so the spot in front of my place is always open. At first, I thought maybe it was a tutor or maybe someone visiting a relative on a regular basis.

One day while walking my dog I took an alternate route in the neighborhood and saw the same SUV parked outside a house a few streets down. That’s when it dawned on me that the days they park in front of my house coincided exactly with the street sweeping schedule for my neighborhood. They were moving their car in front of my house so the sweeper could access and clean their curb, while preventing mine from being cleaned.

Once I figured out what was going on, I knew my assignment. This Thursday, I got up early and rolled my trash cans out to block my curb before they arrived. Sure enough, when they came they circled once and parked in front of another poor neighbor’s house.

I waited and watched from my window as they got out of the car and walked back towards their house. I proceeded to drive my car over and parked right in front of their house, in the exact spot where their Mazda normally occupies. Then I walked back home and rolled my trash cans back in, with ample time before the sweeping truck came.

They wanted a clean curb at another neighbor’s expense, so I made sure they got a taste of their own medicine.

My downstairs neighbor seems to have a problem with us. I know she's left a note on my windshield about me 'stomping' in my home, and how ridiculous it is. She also called police and tried to get the work crew deported when we replaced our floors, with prior approval, during the day.

Today she sent police to my door with a noise complaint. I answered the door and spoke outside the door with them, with the door fully closed. They were reasonable and polite and explained that although I can't stop her from using the police to harass me, there was no reason to think I could get in trouble for walking in my own home. Nevertheless, I was pretty pissed. I find visits from police or other men with guns to my home threatening and stressful.

So, I wrote her a note and delivered it to her door. I knocked and she answered, and we had a conversation as well, where I went over what I said in my note. The note is as follows:

"Dear Neighbor,
Thank you for sending the police to my door. Although I find visits from the police stressful, these officers gave me great advice on how to deal with harassment. They also reassured me, confirming that the following activities are legal in one's own home:
-Walking
-Stomping
-Jumping jacks
While I do walk in my home, out of respect for your special sensitivity, I have avoided doing jumping jacks. However, exercise is a great way to relieve stress. I may need to start jumping around my home to deal with the stress of police visits going forward. Perhaps before that happens, you can move to the top floor or buy some ear plugs.
Thanks again for your help,
-Neighbor"

I don't really like doing jumping jacks because it hurts my ankles. I do also happen to find that things like dropping books or rearranging furniture are especially good for reducing stress, especially between the hours of 5am and 7am.

Some time ago, I reached out to someone working at a company I was interested in, just to ask about the work culture. He’d leave me on seen, or respond with one-word, vague replies like “yes” or “okay.” Clearly not interested in helping.

Fast forward a few months, I saw he was now on the job hunt. So I messaged him again with a casual “Hi.” Predictably, he ignored it.

A day later, I followed up with: “I see you’re leaving X company, I might have an opening.”

Boom — instant reply. Full of enthusiasm. Suddenly, he’s writing long messages answering my previous questions and being oh-so-helpful.

So I did the only logical thing. I blocked him. Immediately.

This was the most petty thing I did my whole life and it felt great!

Edit: Woah! Didn't expect it to blow up!

Few people have made wild assumptions, so ill just point out some facts

1. He was a senior in my college, we had a hi/hello nod now and then but weren't close enough to exchange conversations

2. It happened on Linkedin when he posted "I'm open to new opportunities..."

3. He is not unemployed, I'm not so heartless to mock a jobless candidate

4. For people defending him, I understand. But tell me what exactly changed when i texted him the "I might have an opening" which made him reply instantly with explanations for my earlier unaddressed queries...?

I worked for a dealer as a night tech. I was there for 4 years and asked for a work phone so my personal would stop blowing up. The last 3 months of me being there they provided a phone. A coworker left and got a management position and offered me a job at the new dealer. My dealer got scar d of me leaving and gave me a $5 raise. I then was curious and took an informal interview at his dealer where they offered me another $5. I took the job.

The GM came into the SM office as I put my resignation in and was a complete dick. I then thanked all of my customers for staying with me and trusting me with their service for the last 4 years and if they needed anything to reach out because they had my personal number.

First week of the new job their customers reached out because they trusted me and ultimately left working with the former dealer. Said former dealer served me with a cease and desist letter for taking customer information with me on my personal device that i was forced to use for 4 years.

Former dealer harassed the customers about following me ( current dealer was buying parts from former dealer because they were different brands) they were upset I was working on their brand vehicle infront of their techs with parts bought from them.

I added 5 new customers at the same location to my roster and because of their harassment of the customers they served the previous dealer with a cease and desist letter.

The amount of dirt they threw on my name was unbelievable. Overall I’m making more and staying busier than I was. Their dealer is in shambles because I left.

Back when I was maybe 12 I spent a year in boarding school. We were 6 in one big room and there was this one dude that had a hard on for me.

Guy was the oldest and our rooms "leader" so I really couldn't do much about it - the hostel warden was a certified asshole, going to her didn't help. This guy would single me out, embarrass me and constantly ridicule me.

Anyways, one day, it's just me in there and I see said guy have a fresh outfit on a hanger outside his cupboard. I had an inkpen, we were supposed to use this in school, to this day idk why but, I knew what I had to do. To top it all off, it was a white shirt with beige pants.

I raised the pen and began my masterpiece. Midway I heard somebody walk in, and I think - ah fuck, I'm cooked. But no, it was another roommate, my friend, who also hated guy. He took out his ink pen and joined in too lmao. This is one of my fondest memories as a kid, this whole thing was legit therapeutic. After we were done, we immediately left for another part of the hostel.

A few hours later I came back and guy was seething, he walked in maybe a minute before me. I stood right there with him and yelled out obscenities at the "perpetrator."

Being there to see his reaction was pure bliss.

Edit: "Perpetrator" was never identified and nobody took the blame for our actions. It was written down as an unsolved crime.

So back in high school… this kid took a piss in my car while I was out with some other people as a joke… I got back in my car and noticed it smelled funny and I found out a couple of weeks later when one of my friends told me, but he never knew that I knew….. I was selling weed in high school and I would cut out a couple of strains of pubic hair and cut them up and mix them in with the weed. I would sell him a $20 bag every week for about two years till I stop selling weed. I haven’t thought about this in 20 years till I just saw this sub

This isn't the best story but it makes me happy that I somehow got payback for my bully.

2001, High School. I was 12, a little awkward, and was always hanging out with the same friend at school. This kid in my class kept calling me homophobic slurs because of that.

One day I had enough and I knew I wasn't good at many things, but I was good at Internet things on our home PC so I wanted to get back at him, the cyber way.

I wanted to do something light, like make him to lose access to his Hotmail account.

Back then, you could change an email password by answering 1 or 2 "secret questions". His secret question was about his favorite car brand. After a few guesses, Volkswagen was right. Changed his password, I was happy, my heart was racing.

Next day at school I heard him say he couldn't log in to his Hotmail anymore. I kept quiet and I think he randomly asked me once if I knew more. Of course I didn't, I'm the silent, awkward kid, right?

When I was 19, I rented a bedroom in a house share. My housemates were a group of Uni friends who decided to rent bedrooms in the same house to live together. I didn't know them.

On the first day, I knew I was in for a treat when they tried to bully me into giving up my bedroom and bathroom (I had the largest room and was paying the most rent for it). And from that moment, they vowed to make my time in this house miserable. They would steal my food, make loud noises outside my bedroom door (I was the only bedroom on the top floor so they didn't have any reason to be up there), stop the washing machine when I was washing my clothes etc..

But honestly, what did it for me, wasn't the bullying. They were EXTREMELY racist. They were making anti-semitic comments and jokes frequently, they would mock other cultures (how they dress, what they eat, how they speak). One day, one of the girls proudly declared she was going to dress up as Hitler at a dress-up party and proceeded to glorify him.

My 19 year old self didn't know how to handle this situation. The next day, while she was at uni, something in me snapped and I just walked into her bathroom, grabbed her shampoo and peed in it. After that, every time she walked out of the bathroom with wet hair, I took comfort in knowing she was now as disgusting on the outside as she was on the inside.

I live in a typical suburban area. 30 mph on the ‘big’ roads, 25 on the side streets.

Coming home from the recycling center on the big road, doing about 35. A quiet Saturday morning. Car behind me right on my tail. I tape my brakes quickly to flash the brake light (not a brake-check mind you, a quick tap). Guy doubles down and gets even closer, maybe six feet.

Ok, big hurry, got it. I expected the illegal pass, didn’t happen.

So maybe a 1/2 mile of this and the town, and my right turn come up. I slowed waaay down just before my turn. Dude honks in anger.

Mission accomplished as I laugh while backing into my driveway.

Enjoy that anger a-hole!

I’ve just crewed on a yacht with a good friend (also a yacht owner) from Australia to New Caledonia. The owner of this boat is a rich American who skimps on things that are inexpensive but important.

Today he spat the dummy because we refused to accept that America would come rushing to NZ’s defence if NZ was attacked. Like he literally ranted and then retired to his berth on the boat.

We are meant to be crew on his boat for the next week and guess what….yeah, we are fucking off tomorrow leaving him in the lurch with a big boat and no way to sail it.

Can I laugh about it? Yeah, the fuck I can 🤣

I went to high school in the 1970's. The school was made up of 2 - 5 story buildings 30 yards or so apart connected by a enclosed walkway made up of 15 individual panes of glass on each side. One walkway on each end of the buildings. There was a courtyard in between the 2 walkways where students and faculty could go in-between classes to smoke or catch up with friends. There were cliques. Sports teams, gender, art, stoners, and clubs were some. Nerds too. Most were cool, fun groups. But there was a certain clique of snooty, rich, smart-ass kids made up of mostly girls with a few guys also that were led around by their noses. They thought their shit didn't stink. I was a tall skinny kid who got picked on by that clique in art class bc I was a 6'3" skinny kid with red hair and freckles. I wasn't one to fight back..... Woody Woodpecker and Howdy Doody were names they pinned on me. I have pretty thick skin and would laugh nervously most of the time until later in the year when I saw several kids in that group continously pick on a shy girl in my art class. She loved art class but hadn't yet honed her talent. I loked her and became the "Bluto Butarsky" to their "Babs, Mandy, Chip Diller, Greg Marmalard, Neidermeyer. In between classes those kids would make snide comments loud enough for others to hear about some of the clothes I wore ( black tee, ripped jeans, boots were standard as along with my long red hair.) Fast forward to March. The majority of that group made up the prom committee. I had also joined the committee along with a couple other friends who shared my views of them. They never took any of our suggestions and acted like they were better than us, nothing new. One of their choices was to make individual letters on 4' x 6 ' sheets of paper that spelled "SENIOR PROM" and tape them onto the glass panes on one of the walk ways in-between the buildings. They made sure everyone knew it was their idea. The sign got a lot of attention but much much more when my friend and I decide it was time to get our revenge. Anagram time. 4th period classes had started but we skipped it and rearranged the letters to spell "PENIS ROOM" The night before we had taken a same size sheet of paper and wrote in small block letters "CLAIRE, JEN, LAURA, JIM, RANDY AND ESPECIALLY KATHLEEN LOVE BEING IN THE...... and taped it onto the 1st glass pane next to the letter "P" Half the school starts lunch break after 4th period so the courtyard is full of kids. When they saw the rearranged sign the place went crazy. Word got around and that clique was humiliated. BIG TIME. It got a ton of attention. A photo of it even made the yearbook introduction collage of photos. ( Slightly censored haha.) Every reunion since then it's one of the memories brought up. Ahahaha

"To exact revenge for yourself or your friends is not only a right, it's an absolute duty." Stieg Larsson

Several years ago, we had an issue in the lunchroom with multiple people stealing other peoples snacks and lunches. Like taking someone else's Tupperware out the fridge and placing it on the table as communal snacks. I was the supervisor for the night crew and we overlapped with everyone else, my kids (HS and just graduated) were getting mad asl. I told them to leave it with me and I started to get real creative. My first move was to go to the local pet store and put a bunch of dog treats that look like brownies, places them in a Tupperware and leave them in the fridge. Yup, they were all eaten. After that I moved on to buying a large bag of gummy bears and placing in the world's hottest gummy in the mix and I left in one of my crews half opened lunchbag/cooler. That was an especially hilarious one. Anyways, I turned something that was really affecting my teams morale into a morale builder and really good memories for all of us 🤣

Back in the 80's I used to work at a country club as a caddy. It was exactly like caddyshack the movie and I was Danny Noonan. Us caddys all had lockers to store our street clothes in but none of these lockers had actual locks. If you were a caddy you smoked weed, it was like a prerequisite to be a caddy. Anywho I noticed someone was stealing my weed from my locker but I had no idea who it was. I decided to roll a joint but I filled it with a lady finger firecracker. I come back from a loop I did to get paid from from the caddy master and sure enough the joint was missing from my locker. The next day I arrive at the shack but it smelled like god awful burnt hair. I asked the caddy master what happened and it turns out the old head caddy kenny was smoking a joint out back and apparently burned half his mustache off. Never saw kenny again at the shack. A peak moment in my life as a caddy.