I flew home to North America from Europe yesterday, after spending a month abroad. By this particular leg of the journey I had been awake since 2am and had only had 3 hours of sleep the night before. Suffice to say I was cranky, but dealing with it. Our flight was 10.5 hours.
Anyways about 1/3 of the way in they serve lunch (dinner?). My partner and I had been snaking on Pringles from the big container and I stuck the container inside the cup holder on the tray and put my dinner tray next to it, with my glass of wine on the tray. The flight attendants politely reminded everybody to put their seats up for the comfort of other passengers and all was well.
Until the douche canoe in front of me decides to recline his chair into my lap, knocking the Pringles container off the tray and almost pouring the glass of wine into my lap. I was immediately pissed off so I pushed forward on the chair to prevent destruction of my tray/lap. He pushed back. I tapped on his shoulder and he says "what?" - I very politely asked him if he could keep his chair upright until the meal is finished. In response he pulled his torso forward and then rammed it back into the seat, slamming his chair all the way down and pissing me off beyond belief. I hit the call light but the FAs were serving the other 300 passengers (we were in the 2nd row so got our meal very quickly) and nobody came to tell him off.
What also pissed me off was that with his chair down he was still fucking sitting up and leaning forward over his tray! But when I picked the Pringles container up from the floor some inspiration came to me:
I used my neck pillow and slowly fed it underneath my tray and on top of my lap. With fucko sitting forward I was able to discretely push the seat up to get some slack and slid the Pringles container into the cup holder and wedged it underneath the ledge for the entertainment system. Then I put my feet flat on the floor, which moved his seat into about a 100 degree angle (by virtue of pushing the tray up which pushed the Pringles up and pushed the seat forward). With the bean bag neck pillow between my leg and the tray all I felt was a tiny bit of pressure.
We finished our meals and the FAs came to collect. Immediately buddy seems confused that his chair is now upright and keeps trying to put it back. He's pulling forward and ramming back, shifting, trying to apply gentle pressure, fucking around with the button on his chair and complaining to his girlfriend, who keeps looking back at me (unable to see the pringles container at her angle) and commenting "she's reading she isn't doing anything to it" as my smile is getting bigger and more filthy. This went on for 6 hours and on the (very full) Flight he spent a ton of time standing up in the aisle complaining his back was sore. He even swapped chairs with his girlfriend and my partner did the same thing on his own tray to prevent the guy from getting a good recline. I was a bit worried about the effect of the pressure on the tray/seat, but it held.
Anyways on descent the FAs asked everybody to put their seats upright and fold in their tray. He was again in front of me with his seat jammed and the Pringles container holding against a lot of pressure. Before he could move I quickly ripped out my neck pillow, causing him to fall back an inch and then I ripped out the container, making him fall back the entire way and scaring him in the process. I let out a loud "OOPS OMG THAT WAS STUCK THIS WHOLE TIME AND THIS POOOOOOOR MAN COULDN'T RECLINE HIS SEAT" and watched as he bitched to his gf about it.
The best kicker was that the door was behind us, so upon landing he shot daggers into my backside as we exited the plane before him.
Don't be rude/inconsiderate next time!
I take the same route every morning on my way to work. It doesn’t matter what time I leave my house, my fellow drivers lose their damn mind.
I’m a good driver. No accidents. No tickets. I’m not in a hurry; wherever I’m going will be there when I get there. I don’t road rage, getting angry only raises my blood pressure. Besides, I enjoy not dying in a fiery crash.
The freeway entrance ramp intersects with a traffic light. The oncoming traffic has two lanes, one lane turns right to get on the freeway and the second lane continues straight through the light. Every morning I wait at the light, waiting for a break in the traffic so I can turn left to get on the interstate. There are two lanes and more than enough room for everyone.
The right lane turned right and when the traffic driving straight through the light cleared, I turned left, staying in the left lane. The two lanes eventually merge into one before we get to the freeway.
Easy, right?
The other day a car refused to do the zipper. He damn near forced me off the road. Why? I don’t know. He took my presence in that lane as a personal affront to his manliness. Or her manliness. Whatever.
But this isn’t about him. Her. Them.
A few weeks ago I merged into the lane with plenty of space between me and the work truck behind me. There was easily an entire car-length between us. Until there wasn’t.
The work truck was suddenly on my ass, wailing on his horn. I got to the freeway, put on my signal and merged left. I couldn’t get in the center lane, so I carried on in the right lane. Cars were still in the entrance-ramp lane, so I made sure to make plenty of room for them to merge onto the freeway.
We’ve all got places to be, people!
I saw that the work truck had managed to merge into the freeway behind me a little ways back. Apparently, they got back into the entrance ramp which was going to end really quickly.
I still couldn’t get in the middle lane. But I saw what he was doing, so I slowed down. The entrance ramp had ended. He crossed the solid white lines, entered the emergency lane, and then almost clipped my car when he got in front of me.
Whatever. The guy was being an ass. I didn’t feel like getting upset over this guy and his aggressive display of penis-envy. I backed off and eventually got into the center lane. He took off and I lost track of him.
I made my way to the passing lane and was passing a line of semis who were in the center lane. The work truck somehow ended up behind me again. He crossed the double white lines of the HOV lane, cutting off a car in the process. (He had no HOV pass on his windshield and he was the sole occupant in his truck.)
At this point, traffic was starting to get heavy. There was an SUV in front of me. They braked, so I downshifted. There wasn’t very much room between us. The work truck didn’t care. He cut off the SUV to get to the center lane and braked hard so he could cut me off again, with a total disregard for the line of semis behind him.
What the dumbass didn’t realize is his employer’s information was plastered all over the vehicle. Because he was in front of me acting like a fool, I had time to memorize his license plate. When I got to work, I emailed his employer and promptly received a response. “His behavior is in no way reflective of our company’s values. We apologize and guarantee this will never happen again.” (Their emphasis, not mine.)
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When I was 17 I was hired on at a popular chain pizza restaurant. Very quickly it became apparent the place was being run into the ground. We had a GM and two Assistant Managers. Within about 3 months of me being hired both of the AMs were let go. One was caught dealing weed out of the back door and the other was an alky that would just skip shifts.
I was inexplicably promoted to fill one of the AM shifts, which was nuts. I was 17 and they gave me keys to the restaurant. After the two AMs were gone things went further downhill. The GM would regularly pass out beers to the closing staff even though most of us were underage. Seemed like a lot of fun to teenager me so I went with it.
The more comfortable the AM got with me and some of the other new hires, the weirder it got. GM was once convinced that her husband was cheating, so she would send our drivers to go snoop around her house.
One particular night during closing I was doing the books and I hear a loud bang come from our walk-in freezer. I leapt up and tore the door open thinking someone had fallen, but there was nothing in there. While I was holding the door looking in I hear another bang and a few racks of pizzas launched from the wall onto the floor.
The back door was right next to the freezer so I throw that open and see GM's husband is ramming his car into our walk-in freezer. GM comes flying outside screaming at him and they proceed to get into a huge argument over whether or not she's sleeping with Delivery Driver Dan.
So someone had enough of shenanigans and corporate came down for a surprise visit. GM was let go and as I was the only AM left, I became interim GM for the store. I opened & closed the restaurant every day for about three weeks. In that time we couldn't hire anyone additional so everyone was working FT+.
Corporate found a new GM and another AM. The new GM immediately hired on both of her kids and a few friends. Because of all the new hirees my staff was now getting hardly any hours. I was exhausted and done dealing with that place so I laid into her and told her she couldn't take my people's livelihood like that.
It was obvious she wasn't going to back down, so I handed her my keys and walked. With me leaving, there was nobody to train the new GM/AM on how to close the books, order supplies, etc. Pooched.
Later that day one of the drivers called me and told me that after hearing I had quit, two drivers and one server also walked off the job. The place closed down 4 months later.
One side note, I really liked the new AM they hired so on her shifts I would sneak in the back door and train her on how to do the books, making her look really good and the GM left to fend for herself.
tl;dr - All of management was shit, all fired except me, new GM is a dick so me and 3 others walk. Store closes a few months later.
TL;DR at the bottom.
Recently my partner and I moved into a new apartment with a little more space than our previous one. With the increased room to move around we decided to add a four-legged-friend to our home and adopted our Zoë.
Everything was fine for the first month as she acclimated to her new home and feline brothers. She came from an abusive home and as such is extremely shy. When we first got her she would barely want to go 20 feet from our building to pee and was slightly aggressive towards people and dogs we would run into along the way. With lots of treats and patience we have been able to work on this, but she is still really uncertain around other dogs, especially high-energy ones.
Last week I took her out for a daily pre-bed walk and we made it over to the far side of our complex with no incidents. She was in a great mood, trotting along, tail high and wagging, eager to explore new parts of the property. I decided to take her into the large empty field at the the edge of our complex and walk along some of the trails over there to get her a little more exercise.
About 5 minutes into the field, two large off-leash dogs came bounding towards us with no owners in sight. This obviously freaked my dog out, and I was forced to stand between her and two larger growling dogs. The owner finally made an appearance at this point, mumbling some half hearted apologies before dragging his dogs back to their apartment in the same complex as mine.
If this is where it ended, I wouldn’t be writing this. Unfortunately, over this past week My partner and I have had several similar encounters with these dogs in various parts of our apartment complex. We have tried telling the owner he needs to keep them on leash and we brought it up with our landlord who said she would “keep an eye out” for that behavior, but nothing much has come from that.
Yesterday morning I stumbled upon my petty revenge.
I get up every morning at 5:30 in order to get ready for work and have time to walk the dog. My goal every morning is to start our walk no later than 6 so I can get her a nice long walk and give her time to do her business before being left at home for most of the day.
I let her take the lead yesterday, following her on various paths around our complex until lo and behold, she decided to stop outside of our irresponsible neighbors apartment. I let her sniff around to find a spot, and in the process, she got close enough to the building to alert the two dogs inside.
Cue insanely loud barking. These dogs started to absolutely lose their mind about my dog doing her business right outside their window. We stayed for almost a minute before I saw the blinds move in one of the rooms and an angry face searching for the source of his dogs barking. I just smiled and started walking back towards my place.
I now have a new morning walk routine which conveniently passes by a certain apartment and will continue until my neighbor learns what a leash is.
TL;DR: My neighbor doesn’t know what leashes are and lets his dogs run around unsupervised. I’m going to let his dogs wake him up every morning at 6 until he stops.
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First time poster, sorry for formatting etc.
I was at a Little League baseball game and there was only one set of bleachers for both teams. A dad from the other team was talking with the parents on my sister's team. They got to the topic of marriage somehow and the guy said, "That's why we marry women, eh? Wash the dishes and clean the house." Immediately most of the people in our side of the bleachers shut up. I couldn't take any more of his sexist quips, so I walked off. A few minutes later, I came back and noticed his son's bag sitting under the bleachers. (I knew it was theirs because he had his last name emblazoned across both his jacket and the bag). A bag of sunflower seeds was tilted out, and he occasionally filled a little solo cup full from it. I discreetly swiped the sunflower seeds out of the bag and onto the wet, muddy floor. After a few minutes, he went back to his bag, only to find his precious sunflower seeds all over the grass. :)
TL;DR: Sexist dude gets his sunflower seeds spilled all over the grass.
Tldr at bottom.
I work in the oilfield and I unload big boxes of sand off of trucks. Each truck has 2 boxes and overall its 40-50 thousand pounds of sand. Usually trucks can pull up to the side of my work area and get unloaded and loaded no problem. At this particular jobsite they have to drive straight through the middle of my workspace which is a hassle cause they block me from getting to the boxes I need until I offload and reload them.
So this has been going on for a while and every driver has been told to keep moving until I honk at them. Literally FUCKING ZERO drivers follow this so they stop and I have to drive to where I can see them to motion that I need them to move forward. These drivers have been slapping their wheels and giving me dirty looks like it's so hard to move an extra 10-15 ft (2-3m?) Anyway this guy comes through, we'll call him 46 cause I dont know his name to be honest and he drove truck 46.
46 pulls pretty far forward like literally almost where I need him to be, but then stops before i honk like everyone else. I drive over to look at him and tell him to move forward, he flies off the handle. He starts throwing things and puts on his hard hat to come out of the truck to talk to me. 46 "I didnt hear you honk, the fuck you always need me to pull forward." M "Say that again real slow buddy." 46 "what?!" M "say what you said again dipshit, and listen to the words coming out of your mouth." 46 "You didnt honk jackass!" M "yeah, cause I need your stupid fucking ass to pull forward then I'll honk"
He starts getting more pissed saying I'm jerking him around but I physically cant access my boxes that I need so I tell him babies can follow directions better than him and he storms off saying hes going to call his boss. I know his boss, his boss grilled me hamburgers two nights ago and drank some beers. Said go right ahead buddy.
A few trucks later I've just said fuck it to the honking thing and I let people wait cause I cant reload them where they are at. Dudes boss shows up. Parks in a shit spot and waits for me to load him up, so I load him from what we are currently using, meaning it's going to take 40 minutes rather than 5 to load him. Eventually he asks me what's up, he thought there were empties. I tell him there are and hes blocking em, he apologizes and says you could asked me to move. I tell him I'm tired of drivers throwing bitch fits when I do (46 wasnt the only one) and tell him about 46.
He says "wow, 46 must be stressed, he needs some time off, you wont see him for a week bud, we good?" M "yeah we good."
That driver was sent home and missed out on a weeks worth of wages, around 6,300$$
TLDR: stupid driver gets road rage over being asked to move 15 feet, threatens to call his boss, my friend, on me. His boss shows up, apologizes and sends dickhead home for a week, costing dickhead around 6300$
I was driving back home from the gym when I noticed the car in front of me tailing the car in front of it really hard. Now, this was a one lane road and a lot of elderly people drive down this road so it get pretty slow, but this guy was literally 2 feet behind the poor car in front. This starts to slightly annoy me as I continue my drive home. A minute later, the window rolls down and an empty sprite bottle comes flying at me from the car that's being stupid.
This really pissed me off.
The road then splits into a two lane road, and the annoying driver tries to go around the car at the very front only to be blocked by traffic lights. Now, this road goes back to a one lane road a few block ahead, and people usually are nice enough to let cars on the right cut back in. At the red light before the road converges again, the annoying driver revs their engine as if to flaunt their ability to pass the car next to it.
When the light turns green, it was as if the car in front and I had the same plan in mind. The car originally being tailed drove just quick enough where the annoying driver couldn't pass them, and I drove just close enough to the car in front to prevent the annoying driver from cutting in. This left the annoying driver no choice but to merge into the lane behind me.
I made sure to drive 5 miles below the speed limit in the 3 blocks before I had to turn.
Another story reminded me of this that happened a year ago last summer. I tend to slow down when someone is tailgating me and I once had two young guys who wanted to race through the country lanes (one behind the other dangerously messing around). Unlucky for them, they ended up behind me as they drove at full speed toward me at the entrance of the lanes. Knowing what their intention was, I slowed down. They rode an inch from my bumper, swerved side to side, beeped incessantly, flipped me off as well as other hand gestures, because they reallllly wanted to race the lanes. I remained calm and unresponsive and just acted like I didn't see it. The more they did this however, the slower I would go (you have to be extra careful in the narrow lanes). Needless to say, they did not get to race the lanes that day and had to keep to a nice steady pace of about 20-30mph all the way through to the other end. They were pissed, but I didn't care because there was a school in those lanes and I could not let them race past it where children were coming out at home time.
I work at a restaurant that has a drive-through window to pick up your orders. The location of the window makes it so the customer can see into almost the entire store, making it possible for them to see employees inside (this is relevant). The drive-through also has a motion alarm that beeps so loud that it can easily be heard outside the window, especially if your car windows are rolled down.
It was an extremely busy day. All the workers inside were either taking orders on the phones, making food, or were clearly busy assisting other customers. I was on the phone when this woman in a mini-van pulls up to the drive-through window with her vehicle window rolled down and, with her mini-van STILL IN THE PROCESS of coming to a complete stop, started knocking rapidly on the store window with a sour expression on her face. I turned to look at her and smiled, indicating I had seen her and would be there as soon as I didn’t have a phone obviously held up to my ear. She threw her hands in the air and shrugged angrily with another nasty face as if to say, “Hurry up!”
I finished taking the order in the next minute or so and hung up. I went to assist her, as I was the first to be able to do so, and before I could ask “Hi, how’s it going?” she loudly stated her name at me. The whole direct interaction with her was quite unpleasant, and my social anxiety was starting to jam up my brain a little. When I had gone to prepare her salad (prepackaged salad goes into a bag with a fork and napkins), I was discombobulated enough that I put in the correct type of salad, I remembered her extra dressing packet, and I gave her napkins, but I had forgotten to put the fork in! As I was handing her the salad bag, I realized my mistake and this is the point where I would have readily admitted to her that I forgot a fork and would be right back to go grab her one. However, I had been mildly insulted that she was so incredibly impatient at the beginning of this experience, so I wished her a good day and otherwise kept my mouth shut.
In such a big rush to get your food you’ll treat me nasty? Too bad you’ll have to wait until you get home to eat your salad with your own fork.
This just happened. I live in Miami and was at the grocery store getting snacks for the Dolphins - Patriots game. I get in line to check out behind a girl who has very few items and the line seems to be moving nicely. The girl in front of me says something to a couple of girls in the line next to us and they leave their line and join her getting in front of me.
This is not the worst thing to happen in the world but many people in Miami have no respect for others and just refuse to follow the rules for anything.
I just told them they couldn't jump in line and they said "We're with her!"
Me: "You can't just get in two line and then jump from back and forth"
Girls: "What's the matter? You on your perioooood?"
Me: "Oh man, you are a bunch of nasty people. Nasty!"
<Bickering back and forth>
I took my cart to the next line and clipped her basket on the way and she yelled at me and asked her if she was OK and if she needed an ambulance. This just pissed her off even more.
Now there was silence as we all made our way through our respective checkout lines until the end. My checkout lady was looking at me and giggling while she furiously scanned my items and I made it out just before them. As I started to leave with my cart, one of the girls was at the end of her checkout bagging their items and I leaned in next to her and whispered: "Adios, Muchacha" and watched her wince and pull away.
About 1.5 years ago I was working at a retail cell phone store in a super slow location (I had been with the company for about 3 years at this time). It was me, two other sales reps and a manager. The two other reps did bare minimum and I was constantly having to pick up their slack to keep the store looking nice. The manager actually requested a demotion to transfer to a store closer to home because he had an hour commute to the store and wasn’t making enough to make it worth it.
Right when the manager was trying to transfer, a new District Manager took over our region. She put through my managers transfer and offered me the manager position of our store. I was stoked. She told me I would initially be on a trial period to see how I did, and then if I did well she would keep me as manager permanently instead of looking to hire someone else. I was fine with this since I had no manager experience and knew I would just need to prove myself. Once my two coworkers got word that I was offered the manager position they were pissed, they immediately told the DM they had second jobs and now were only available on the weekends, meaning I was the only employee left to work during the week. On top of this, I would come back from them working the weekend to the store being a disaster- the trash never being taken out, the demo phones not stored properly, and voicemails being left on the phone implying that the store wasn’t actually open during the times it was supposed to be. At this point the promotion wasn’t actually put through so I had no power to do anything about it, and I never saw them because they worked weekends and I worked weekdays.
With the other two reps only working weekends and me being the only rep during the week, that meant I was working open to close (9am-7pm) by myself with no breaks since I couldn’t close the store. The DM told me she was looking for replacements and a couple days a week had coverage from the store an hour away come help out but I was still mostly working alone with no breaks, and was still not in the system as a manager so I was getting annoyed.
After about a week of this the DM called me and told me that she had actually opened the manager position to outside hires and that I would be the interim manager and if I did well and they didn’t find anyone else to hire as the manager they would consider keeping me on. I was pissed. I had been given the promotion then essentially had it taken away. Up until this point I had been looking for a new job, I wasn’t very happy there even before this all started so I had been keeping my options. Pretty much the same day she told me I basically wasn’t getting the promotion I was called for an interview somewhere else.
The next week she called and told me even though I wasn’t getting the promotion, she still wanted me to do the manager duties since at this point there was no manager at the store. (She claimed I would receive manager pay for this but I highly doubted that would ever actually happen. And at this location manager pay was $4 an hour more than I was making but I wouldn’t be receiving my bonus as a sales rep or the managers bonus since I wasn’t actually a manager, so I would lose money by taking the manager pay). I told her no thank you, as I am no longer going to become the manager, I have no desire to have to learn and take on those new roles (it also would mean driving two hours away once a week for manager meetings). She then offered me the assistant manager position (a position that had never existed at this location but she was going to make exist because she needed someone to run the store until she could hire someone). This position would be $2 more an hour, and until they could hire a new manager, I would be required to handle the manager duties. I again said no thank you, I would just keep my current position and responsibilities. I could tell she was annoyed because she would now have to either come out herself, or get a manager from another location to come do manager duties at this location.
The next day I was called for a second interview at the new job I was looking into and ended up being offered the position. It just so happened it was a Friday and I didn’t work weekends so I waited until I was just about off for the day, sent in my two weeks notice, and then didn’t check any messages until my next work day. At this point she knew she was screwed because she had two reps that didn’t do their jobs well, no manager and the only rep that kept the store functioning was leaving so on top of needing to hire a manager, she now needed to find a replacement for me.
The next two weeks I got screwed over hard, I was scheduled by myself from open to close, got chewed out every day for not clocking out for a break because I couldn’t take one without closing the store, but I did get lots of overtime and the company had to pay lots of meal penalty fines for not giving me a way of properly taking my break.
On my last day, I somehow had a super busy day at the store and made a ton of money in profit. We had a district wide group me so everyone in our area got the alerts. She tried to call me out saying it was a shame I was leaving since I had such a good day. I called her back out saying it “would have been nice to have been given the opportunity to have more good days like that for myself and for the company but she fucked up by offering me the manager position and then taking it back. And also good luck to my shitty coworkers that did nothing but create more of a mess for me to deal with”
The best part, I had given my two weeks notice and the DM fucked something up so my final check didn’t arrive on my last day of work like it was supposed to. My DM kept trying to tell me it would just be direct deposited into my account but by law where I live the final check has to be a paper check, it can’t be a direct deposit. She couldn’t tell me whether it was going to the store or to my house, and the people in charge of paychecks just happened to be out of office for the weekend. I pulled up the state laws to know what my rights were since they weren’t giving me my final check and discovered that for every day I didn’t get my final check, they had to pay me. I ended up getting an extra three days pay because she didn’t know how to put the paperwork through properly.
And since she hadn’t found a new manager for the store, or a replacement for me by the time I left (no one was willing to transfer to my location because they would make less money) she had to pay some manager from a store 3 hours away to drive to my store to run it everyday. Screw that company.
ETA TLDR; District Manager offered me manager position, then took it away, then made me work days all alone. I immediately found new job and quit leaving them high and dry. They also had to pay me extra for messing up my final check.
Storys pretty cut and dry.
I had this general manager who would constantly be late to open the doors to my job at 8 am. Sometimes she'd get there at 8:10, sometimes 9:30 sometimes well passed 10, which was when our establishment opened.
I worked there for about 6 months so of course this got so fucking annoying, knowing that my time wasn't really respected but I'm a respectful young lady, I just don't say anything and enjoy my extra time off bc they pay everyone for the time that they are here (so if I'm here at 8 and the GM isn't, I still get paid for the time the GM wasnt here).
School is getting ready to start so I put in my two weeks notice like I'm supposed to and she keeps on seeing late and it keeps annoying everyone.
Finally on my second to last morning if work, she was late for about an hour and a half (9:30) so I fucking left.
She texts me "are you writing quitting or are you coming back?" (When she was late, people who skipped breakfast trying to be on time often went to get breakfast). I tell her "I'll be back tomorrow for my last day."
"Why aren't you coming back today? We need you"
"You don't act like you need me. You don't respect any one time. I should have gotten everyone to leave to teach you a lesson"
She proceeded to beg me to come back and finish the day (probs bc she would have been in the predicament of whether or not to pay me.)
I'm only half proud of myself for going back bc I'm super soft. But I inconvenienced her for a good 4 hours and got paid for 8!!! SO SUCK ON DAT
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As far as my Dad goes he's not a horrible person. Like most dads he likes making silly jokes. One of his favorites was asking for the red hunks whenever me or my mother puked either due to travelers sickness or whatever. Mostly trying to make us puke again.
Most of the time when either of us vomits we do it in the toilet. But as always we can hear my father loudly asking for the red hunks. Today I was not feeling well in the stomach area and ended up releasing the contents if my breakfast.
I had chorizo and egg tacos this morning and for those that don't know, chorizo is a pork sausage heavily seasoned with paprika, making everything red.
Thinking quickly I grabbed a bucket and made my way to the water closet. Upon hearing my retching my father asks once again about the red hunks. After voiding the contents of my gullet I present him with said bucket. I thrust it into his chest and release the package from my hands. Out of sheer reflex he catches it without spilling a drop.
As I walk away I calmly say "Here's your fucking red hunks. I'll save them for you from now on!"
I don't think hell be asking about any red hunks for a while.
Edit for clarification: My mother and myself do not vomit on a regular base. This has been a life long joke of my fathers since I was a child.
Some years ago, I worked at an electronics repair shop, and it was my job to handle the more complicated computer issues. One of my coworkers was a wildly immature dude, and I was the only woman who worked there. He would periodically make extremely sexist comments to me, including this one “prank” when he put my period on the shop calendar and told everyone that he wasn’t going to schedule himself on those days. (To clarify, he was theorizing that I was on my period because I guess he thought I was in a bad mood one day? He wasn’t actually aware when my period was because as it turns out, women can function and be good at their jobs despite having ovaries.) He would make really gross comments about female customers while watching them on the security cameras, and when I told him politely that I didn’t think that was appropriate workplace conversation, he told me that I probably shouldn’t work with guys if I had a problem with the way they talked when girls weren’t around. He was eventually promoted to assistant manager. Once he had some tiny amount of power over me, our already tense relationship began to deteriorate.
One week, he scheduled me for an extra shift that I almost never worked, and I completely forgot that I was supposed to be there. He called me 10 minutes after the shift started, realizing that I must have forgotten because I had never once been late. I apologized and said I was on my way and would be there soon. He told me not to bother coming in at all and hung up on me. When I got to work the next day, he had written me up for not coming to work, which included a whole rant full of hyperboles and exaggerated details. HR forced me to sign the paper even when I told them that the facts were incorrect.
A few weeks later, I messed up on a repair and the shop had to buy the client a new device. It sucked, but it happens... unfortunately there’s always going to be that 1 out of 1,000 times when you nick something on the board. It had happened to literally every one of my coworkers at least once. The assistant manager demanded my suspension because I had supposedly been negligent. I told them to make the suspension permanent.
The next day, I get a desperate call from the assistant manager saying that a client was in there with a warranty return due to a defective part and that none of them knew how to do the repair, and that the client was angry and threatening to leave a bad review. He begged me to come in and help. I was about to hang up on the guy, but decided that making them all feel extremely uncomfortable and regretful for having screwed over their only competent computer repair person sounded like a much more satisfying plan. I came in to do the repair and sat at the desk right in front of him with a smile on my face, relishing in the awkward while he tried to avoid making eye contact with me. For the first time, I had a very small amount of power over him knowing that I was there as a favor to him and that if I walked away he would be screwed, and I could tell that this minor shift in dynamic was driving him crazy. It felt great.
Edit: To those who asked, yes, I invoiced them for it, and the guy had to sign off on paying whatever I billed, which was over the rate I had been paid as an employee. I received a check in the mail without comment. In retrospect, I wish I had charged more.
Not usually a petty person but this one girl really ticks me off.
My apartment building has a laundry room for tenants to use so most units do not have their own washing machine. I try not to do my laundry on weekends as there are usually long que of every goddamn washing machines in the room (and we only have 5 washers and 5 dryers for three 27 floors blocks).
Anyways, I usually start the laundry and set my alarm to 10 minutes before it's done. I head back up to my unit to do else things and come back down to wait out final minutes. Did that too because I don't like to hold up the line or have someone takes out my clothes and dumps it on the floor.
It's weekends and the line is pretty long. When I got back down, my clothes were outside the machine, half washed. There are still soap suds on it. Obviously someone had turn the machine off halfway, get my clothes out (bitch, my laundry basket is right in front the machine, was it hard for you to get the clothes into the basket instead of puttin it on top of the machine?) and dump hers into it.
Asked the lady using the machine next to me and she said a girl turned the machine off halfway throughout washing. Since rinsing takes only a couple minutes (maximum 15 minutes),I stopped the machine, get mine done with the same machine and set hers back to washing...for 3 hours. One and a half hour of just washing before it rinse and spin to dry.
On top of that, I add in more detergent so there's no chance in hell you can stop the washing halfway with the overflowing soap bubbles.
When I got down to get my clothes from dryer half an hour after, that girl was standing in front of the washer with an angry AF face and was guarding the machine like its her most prized possession. Not only she could not stop the washing, the soap bubbles was overflowing out from the machine due to the huge amount of detergent I had put into her washing.
Seriously, don't cut the fucking line and interfere with my washing next time, shithead.
The best part is, she is not supposed to use the machine after me. She had jumped the line and stopped my washing halfway.
Edit: to those who commented that I am an asshole because I hold up everyone from doing their laundry, yeah I am. I thought this a sub for petty revenge, not calling out people to be a saint.
Most important is, nobody actually see the "real" revenge of me deliberately making her look like the asshole by 'hogging' the machine doing her laundry for 3 hours. (Thank you for the existence of half a bottle of detergent that just happened to be in her basket).
If you're looking for a saint with a petty revenge, this aint the thread to be y'all. At least I didnt bleach her clothes because I am polite that way but I still want her to look like a fucking asshole.
For the updates, our management just penalized her for hogging the machine for three hours (she has to pay a fine roughly about USD15 because apparently someone was really pissed at her) and also because her overflowing soap suds somehow clogged the machine filter/drainer or whatever.
So, just dont be an ass next time and people won't mess with you. This ain't the first time she did it too. Some tenants complained about her but no actions were taken. When I sabotaged her washing, a guy got really mad for her using the machine for 3 hours on normal washing and force one of the guards to act on it. Guard ended up reporting her to management.
The end. Again, there is no point being an ass when you live in a community ok?
TL; DR: My roommate [27M] has produced several frictions because of his bad habits. He was talked to a couple of days ago and personally I [21F] thought he would change. I washed and polished with sandpaper the accumulated black fat of the pots and pans that I lent him while he did not have his own. Now I went for tea and found my pots with fritters that he cooked, next, his own dirty pots of maybe when. I took out his food and put it in a tupperware and I wrote him a sticky note that says "Do not use my pots anymore, you have yours."
Maybe this goes away in a few more hours for TIFU, maybe it will just stay here, no idea, I do not care anymore.
I live in an apartment with my boyfriend [22M], our kitten [2M] and two roomates, Bob [21M] & Charles [27M], who rent the two remaining bedrooms.
The problem in particular is with Charles. Charles is a problematic guy, we have lived with him three months now and it has been a disaster. We wait for the end of the year to give him the notice of the end of the contract, because on this date it is difficult to find a new tenant and we all pay the same, therefore if one is missing one fourth of the monthly rent goes on us if we don't find another roomate. This is because Charles is too dirty, in the unhygienic way. Product of their actions surpassing the nerves of everyone, it was necessary to confront him so that it takes charge of his stuff (crockery, dirty clothes, personal hygiene, among others). As we had already spoken with him (it was one of the most uncomfortable situations in my life) I thought everything was going to change, at least gradually, so I equipped myself with deep cleansing material and started with the most urgent thing after Hurricane Carlos: The pots and pans.
Never in my life had I ever seen (nor crossed my mind) so much scorched fat where you cook your food. It cost me so much work that I finally had to use sandpaper for wood against that black grease. My arm still hurts actually.
So, now I went to heat some water to prepare tea in the kitchen and I find my pots with fried food. Seriously Charles??
When Charles arrived, we agreed to lend him our utensils (not just kitchen stuff) until he had his own. And guess what? Next to my dirty pots he just used, are his own pots unwashed from maybe 2 or 3 days. I took his food and emptied it to his tupperware. Above them I stuck a pink post it that says: "Do not use my pots anymore please, you have yours."
Sorry, this is the most aggressive thing I've done on purpose that I know and remember. It's just that I did not even give myself the right to be frustrated. Sorry not sorry Carlos 😔
When I went to my friends birthday party, I brought along my soul silver Pokemon game. I was about, 10, so the game meant a lot to me. We were all having a fun night, playing our Pokemon games and whatever, until we all got so tired that we went to bed.
Fast forward to the morning and my game, along with all the other Pokemon games, are missing. Ok, so we had a late night. Maybe we put them somewhere and forgot. So we're looking around, no Luck. So, we look again. Still no luck. Keep In mind that it has been 2 HOURS that we have been looking for these.
Later that day, My mom (who came to pick me up) has the clever idea to check everyone's bags. We had checked all the bags, no luck. Until the kid brought in his bag. . My mom asks to see his bag. He said, no he didn't steal it. We finally persuade him, and sure enough, in a secretish looking pocket,he has all of our games.
When we get back to school, we were all talking about how it happened, and what he stole. I talked about it near him, and he couldn't even respond bc of how he would get responded to. I'm Normally a nice person, but ain't nobody gonna touch my sacred 1in. by 1in. black square pixel filled bundle of joy. (Otherwise known as Pokemon Soul Silver). He moved later that year and I never saw him again.
Before I start, I'm on mobile, my apologies for formatting. TLDR at the bottom.
Back story: I moved into a rented house with my sister(20) and my boyfriend(20) a month and a half ago. We are young, but everything was going well until my boyfriend, a week after moving in, decides we shouldn't be together. Together for 4 months at this point. We were best friends for about 3 years before we got together.
So after a long day at work, I come home. He pulls up 10 minutes after me, and out steps his ex girlfriend. I don't say anything, but observe the mess he has made in the kitchen after I cleaned it that morning. They go upstairs but my t-shirt, a folded towel and a roll of pvc is on the stairs. He tells her to "mind the crap". I call my sister, who is at her boyfriends for the night. I'm angry. He hasn't asked anyone if she can come round, it's now 11:30pm. There have been problems leading up to this, his constant mess, refusal to help out, he is rude towards us, he believes that I should bow to his every conversational request. I do not.
We agree that she will send him a message regarding his ex girlfriend staying over. But I'm still angry. So I move everything that belongs to my sister and I out of the living room and dining room. And I empty the drawer of dirty socks over his and her shoes. He used to work at a fish market, and so these socks have rotting fish water soaked into them, I've asked several times for them to be moved. So now, I move them. I move his iron, left out, his ironing board, also left out, to the front door. I leave the back door unlocked for good measure. (We have no back access to our garden, and we are surrounded by houses and fences, there is no way anyone is jumping a 7 foot wall just to get into our back doors, he hates this, believes it should be locked even when we're awake and in the house).
Come morning, he is threatening to move out, telling me I've had too much to drink all the time (I'm not a drinker, my job involves driving around), but this is his way of gaslighting me. He gets really angry about nothing in particular. I've cleaned the house at 4am and moved all coats/bags/etc back into my room. In the course of things, he gets angry because there's an empty can of orange in the bin, he has no leg to stand on.
I furnished our house, bar a tumble dryer and washing machine. So when our first 6 months comes under review he's out.
TLDR; ex boyfriend brings his ex girlfriend home and whines about a relatively clean house, I throw his rotting fish socks on their shoes.
Starting my day the way I always do : Ride up to the city center and get a takeaway coffee before going to my office.
In Morocco, street cafés are pretty much the most abundant form of business, so I'm not a regular on any of them and the quality/price is pretty much the same. Also, apart from the big franchises, you actually get to consume what you order before paying.
I walk into this pretty busy, big, and fancy café, order my coffee, wait for it to get done, and then hand a 100 DH (Moroccan currency 100 DH = 10.61 USD) bill to pay for my 14 DH coffee (which comes with free bottled water). The Barista looks at my bill, and refuses to take it.
"Why are you giving me a 100 DH bill ? I'm not taking it. Go get some change somewhere." In a very patronizing and pretty rude tone. Sounded like "Go fetch".
It was way past 9AM so the café already got enough money from past costumers to give me back my change.
I answer :
"Ok, you wait right there. Just allow me to..."
I take a quick sip from the coffee, crack open the fresh bottled water, take a sip from it, and tell him that I'll be right back with the change.
I walk out, walk a few meters, get in another café, which serves me my coffee and accepts my 100 DH bill. It was also 1 DH cheaper.
The invoice was already issued so that Barista was gonna have to pay it from his own pocket.
Most satisfying coffee of my life.
EDIT : Before accusing me of being a terrible customer : 100 DH is not a big bill. This is the first time in my 25 years I get refused payement over 100 DH. 9 AM, coffee opens at 5, starts getting busy at 7. They have enough money and change in the till. Moroccan baristas sometimes treat you like you owe them something, very disrespectful.
I worked as a bartender at a seafood chain. We always had an issue keeping bartenders for an assortment of weird reasons, so myself and another guy worked behind the bar about 40-45 hours a week. Not too long ago, I went back to school full time, just in time for them to hire a new guy to take my hours.
J, as he'll go by, was a shit bartender, a serial liar, and an egomaniac. Imagine all the worst things that could possibly go wrong behind a bar, and make it an everyday thing. This guy accomplished maintaining an environment of shit and abject laziness for all two to three months we worked together. I was working WAY less, but every shift I came in after him, nothing was prepared. Glasses were dirty (but put away???), no fruit was cut or mixes made, and whole kegs were empty. It sucked working there as I was doing twice the work I was slated for EVERY shift. None of the managers really ever did anything about him either. He was a warm body, and that's really all they needed.
Soon enough, I put in my two weeks and had two shifts left. It was a Sunday morning where he'd closed the night before and lo and behold, everything is a catastrophic mess. I gave up. Didn't do anything my entire shift except for takeout orders. Left the bar the way he left it the night before and waited for him to come in for the night shift.
He's 30 minutes late, and as I'm ready to clock out one of the managers asks me why I haven't done anything.
"J did jack shit last night, when are you going to tell him to do his fucking job."
So, J finally shows up, sees that nothing is done, flips shit and walks out of the restaurant. I clock out and start driving home.
Both of us were terminated. It felt great.
tl;dr: shit Employee makes working a living hell, spend what became my last day ruining his shift and subsequently getting him fired by doing... nothing.
Hi. I'll preface with: ltl, ftp, mobile. With that out of the way:
Participants: * $me = yours truly * $SF = not directly my boss, but a high ranking guy in my division * $sadm = system admin for a software we use (in-house developed)
So we use this in-house developed software to check user status and detect potential issues with their data. I am responsible for the status of my branch (about 400 users). We currently have about 40 users with some issue in their data and the software was reporting that figure correctly. Until one Wednesday morning, it suddenly isn't anymore. We're at zero issues. Normally, this would be amazing, but I know there's something wrong because we did not tackle this particular issue yet, so there's no way it got fixed overnight out of the blue.
So I sent an e-mail about the issue to $sadm. We communicate semi-regularly and he's based overseas, so I know he takes a couple hours to respond. Next day, I check my mail. Nothing. I check the software. Nothing. I think maybe he's a bit busy with something and he'll get back to me later on.
Friday comes along and I'm still in the dark. People start asking what's up with the software. I send a follow-up email, asking for a status update. By the end of the day, nothing has been done. Monday comes around, I expectantly log in to see if there was weekend maintenance done. Nothing.
I contact my sister branches to see if they're experiencing similar issues, but they report business as usual. So I send yet another mail asking for an update, an acknowledgement or any sign of life, really. Dead silence.
Wednesday comes around again and I still haven't heard a thing. People are starting to get angry. Naturally, things get out of my power scope and I need to escalate the matter. So I forward the chain of requests and supplications to $SF.
$SF does the management thing and forwards the chain back to $sadm saying: "Hi, $sadm. Could you please assist $me in the issue below? Thanks.".
I roll my eyes when I see this, but say nothing, fully expecting nothing to come out of this. Lo and behold, 5 minutes later $sadm answers: "Yeah, I have a fix going live today, check if it's fixed tomorrow. Sorry for no answer, am busy."
So I take a deep breath, letting all my frustration go and type up my answer. Now, I couldn't let this go by unscathed, but I need to be civil, for the sake of my job. So I devised a way to let $sadm know I was pissed with him.
Normally all my replies end with "Best regards, $me". So for my answer regarding the fix, I refused to send my "Best", and only sent my regards. That should show him!
The story started about 6 hours ago and it ended about an hour ago. I finally decided to put laundry cause I'm running out of clothes, and so I did. Important to note that I live in a dormitory and my floor has about 40 people in total, 3 laundry machines and 1 dryer. Because the apartments and the bedrooms are small, there's an extra laundry room in the hall which everyone has access to.
Like I was saying, I put my clothes in the laundry machine, went out for a walk till they were done, then I came back and put everything in the dryer. Normally I just hang my clothes and let them dry out by themselves, but since my room doesn't have a lot of space and I had a big pile of dirty clothes, I decided to use the dryer instead. So, I put my clothes in the dryer, went to grab dinner until they were done and then I came back, full of excitement and curiosity as to whether this dryer is worth it or not. And I was pretty fucking excited until I walked in the laundry room and saw all my clothes on the floor while the dryer was in use. As you can imagine, my body is oozing with adrenaline and my blood starts boiling. Who can be so trashy that they cannot wait for 15 fucking minutes until the thing is done and I come get my clothes?! My first (and continuous) thought was to wait until that little motherfucker showed up so I could beat his sorry ass.
And so I started waiting, pacing up and down the hallway. And I waited, and I waited, and I waited, still pacing throughout this whole time. (For perspective, I spent the entire day until this point with my cousin and her health app on her iPhone showed she walked 3.3 kilometers. Mine showed 7.9). I waited for this little shit for 1.5 hour, his clothes were already done and he was nowhere to be seen. Ironic. At this point it was getting a bit late and I got bored of just pacing up and down the hall, but at the same time I couldn't wait in my room cause I wouldn't be able to see/hear the guy coming in.
So I thought fuck it. I opened the dryer, took out his clothes and piled them up, then I took about a third of them and threw them out of the 10th floor window. The funny thing is that there's a small (2 floors maybe) building right below that window, so now some of his clothes are stuck on the roof of said building.
BUT WAIT, there's more! I placed the remaining pile of clothes on top of a small drain in the laundry room and wouldn't you guess it, I took a piss on them. At the time of writing this post, this guy still hasn't shown up yet and his freshly washed, freshly dried clothes (or what's left of them) are soaking in my capuccino filled piss.
In the end, I'm quite happy about how I handled this cause A) I avoided any legal troubles by kicking his ass (or me getting my ass handed to me in the end lol) and B) He will now think twice before he decides to just take out people's freshly washed clothes and throw them on the floor cause he's an impatient little bitch. Get fucked.
PS Don't know if this breaks the no vandalism rule bit, but like they say you fight fire with fire. Or piss.
I posted here before about dealing with my bosses and here I am again. Same old bosses.
This was a couple of months ago. The mall I work at closes at 9 on most days but you typically have 30 minutes to finish closing and leave. It was a slow day for us and around 8:15 we start to close since our boss gave us permission to do so. I work at a nail shop where my co-worker and I are assigned to do pedicures and manicures only so we don't deal with acrylics, that's left to our bosses.
A lady comes in and she wants a pedicure. My co-worker refuses to do it because we already cleaned up and put everything away, but my guy boss insists saying that it's still early and that we close at 9:30. She still refuses so I go ahead and do it instead (here we take turns and it was her turn so that's she was asked to do it). I didn't want to do it either because I was already looking forward to leaving and didn't want to deal with it but whatever. Work is work.
While I'm finishing up it's almost 9 and she mentions that she also needs her nails done. My lady boss says she wouldn't have time. We wouldn't have time?? What?? So I turned around and tell her that "Yes we do, we close at 9:30 remember?" Now this sets them off and they start talking shit but it's in their language (Vietnamese) and I honestly don't care. When I finish her feet I get my stuff and go because I have nothing to do anymore and my co-worker and I say goodbye. The angry look on their faces was so priceless.
Today, I was running an errand in my car. I had to drive past two schools and was driving 28 (in the 25mph). There was a little car behind me riding my tail but I take my time driving because kids. As so as we got to where the road widened to two lanes, they zipped by me. At this point, I was going 43 in a 35mph zone but apparently, that wasn't fast enough. No big deal.
But, then I see her turn into a side street that goes to the back parking lot of a popular coffee shop. The same one I just mobile ordered my coffee from. She is at the back of the drive thru line when I pull in to get my order. I park, walk in, grab my stuff and walk out. At this point, she is at the front of the line at the drive through window. She has to drive past where I'm parked to leave so I decide to time my backing out to perfectly block her from driving by but it still looks coincidental. I take my time driving because coffee shop pedestrians. I pull to the next intersection in the parking lot and take my time turning right because traffic. She turns left to go around to the back way so I continue onto the main street and then a quick right down the side road, literally driving past her again as she waits to pull out. At this point, she knows I've been messing with her and have caused her to end up behind me 3 times. Needless to say, she is super animated.
Maybe next time, slow down in a school zone or, hell, mobile order your caffeine and take your commute down a notch.
So I throw out my back helping my brother move and need some therapy for about 30 days. The chiropractor I go to issues me a plastic card, which holds my personal info so that when I "check in" all the information pulls up on the docs screen. About 25 visits go nicely. Somehow, someway, I lose this ID. I show up first time without it. Kindly apologize for losing my ID. She's way more annoyed than she should be, the type that wears their thoughts and emotions on their sleeve. Gives me lots of attitude,
After a long deep sigh and eyes rolling (I'm really taken back by her shitty behavior)
"Sir, I need $10".
for what?
*now smiling* "Its company policy to charge $10 for a replacement card"
I didnt' bring any cash today
*smile vanished* "I'll check you in TODAY but bring cash next visit PLEASE" *types my name in computer and all is well, (I see first hand that bypassing the card was actually effortless and takes about 5 seconds\*)
Day 2 without ID
I check in, same bitch behind the counter, she looks up and seems to recognize me, I cut her off-
"looked around for my ID at home and couldn't find it, could you check me in again?"
"That'll be $10 for your replacement card sir"
"damn I forgot my money"
*She's seething pissed, but I don't give a frenchman's fuck, her attitude is has been awful from the start and I've decided to make it my personal mission to finish out the next 2 remaining days at this place without spending $10 on a worthless replacement card, which I personally know costs only 40 cents each to buy blank mag swipe cards from being in the point of sale business* I also now realize she has no power here and has to move me forward anyway, regardless of what she says because the Doc isn't going to turn down my money.
Day 3 without ID
I walk in the door, we make eye contact, never have I seen her get out of her chair faster, shes pokes her head out the little window as I'm hanging up my coat and says -
"I really hope you brought the $10 today because you're not getting service without it"
"yea yea don't worry, I got it, just check me in like you been doing and I'll pay you when I cash out with my co-pay after the treatment."
*she glares at me, closes the window, looks over to the other girl in the office behind her and and has lots of energy in her words that I can't hear but it's obviously about me
I finish my fucking treatment, come back, hand her the $20 for my co-pay and start pretending to search my wallet
Shes starting to breathe heavy, anticipating Im about to fuck her over again, and shes right.
I pat my pockets, hold open my wallet, "Damn, looks like I only brought enough for the copay"
"SIR, THAT CREDIT CARD IN YOUR WALLET WILL BE GOOD ENOUGH"
"Oh I never use my credit card unless its an emergency, sorry maybe next time!" (I can't help but grin while finishing this statement) Her eyes are fire, she spent the last 20 minutes thinking she won our little game, and I just flipped the tables at the last second, and there's not a damn thing she can do about it.
I turn around and head out the door, while her eyes are burning holes in my back, door closes and I'm cackling and laughing my ass off all the way to my car. My back felt GREAT that day, it was my final visit. They can shove their $10 "policy" up their asses.
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