Boss said I wasn’t using enough Wet Floor signs while mopping

So I had worked really hard to get a job I loved and I was great at and paid decent. My team loved me and everything was going great. I made the stupid decision to change departments. It was the same job but this department paid 5% more. I went to my first meeting in the new job and knew I had made a mistake. The operations manager made Somone cry, there were only 5 of us in the meeting and he was picking on a junior manager who has made a small mistake on the wording in a presentation he was doing. The rest of the team were great. While I was their I was the lead for a big project that lasted for 2 years. I managed everything and was the go to person. On the final meeting with the director my boss took over and took credit for all my hard work. So I left the department and started to work somewhere else in the same company. About 6 months later Boss rings me in a Panic and explains he has a big interview but can't find the project pack. I say I'll send it across. I dig out the pack but put in a roles and responsibilities page before I send it across. I had my name as lead on pretty much everything. I get a call later on from a old Coworker who said Boss had gone to his interview explained he ran this project did XY and Z and then went to go through the pack which had the responsibilities and he looked like an Idiot. Which rattled him and impacted the rest of his I interview. Boss was fuming but my Co-worker had backed me up. Boss didn't end up getting the promotion and I like to think I played a small part of that.

I was an intern at a local wedding magazine during college. Small office of three interns who put the mag together, with an editor who will always be the most incompetent person I’ve ever worked with. And I’ve worked in food service! Anyway, after months of petty bulls**t, my car broke down over Thanksgiving. I called the editor, letting her know just in case I was ever late showing up, as I planned to take the bus/bum rides. Her response? “Oh, your car broke down? You are no longer needed as an intern.” Click. B**ch, you did not just hang up on me! I was mad, but I took that call as a blessing in disguise and decided to forget about it. We weren’t getting paid as interns, so who cares? Two months later, a Saturday, I’m relaxing at home when I get a call. Guess who? “Hey OP! Listen, I’m sorry about that call during Thanksgiving break, my phone dropped it. We’re trying to get this month’s edition printed, and I can’t keep up with all the mail, the ads and the phone calls. It’s crazy here, and the other girls quit, can you believe that?? When will you be back in the office??” Readers, it’s been four years since that Saturday, but even now I can still feel that incredible sense of petty joy. “You said I was no longer needed as an intern two months ago. I have already accepted a position elsewhere. My new boss doesn’t call me on weekends and actually pays me. Lose my number.” Click.

We recently launched a project to a select group of beta testers. Late on a Sunday evening (I'm not paid to be on call or work on weekends), I get an email from the boss, cc'ing everyone involved in the project, that the entire site is down, please can I get it sorted urgently, as this makes the company look bad. Complete with screenshot of the problem. I'm really glad for the screenshot. I didn't even need to open my laptop to see what the problem was. I'm mildly peeved at the tone of the email and I don't think including everyone plus the janitor was really necessary. So I reply-all to all, saying that the reason the boss is getting that error is because he has typed the wrong website into his browser. I get a sheepish mail from him the next day saying that no, it was actually one of the beta testers that had sent him the message about the website not working and screenshot, and he had just forwarded it, and wasn't he glad it wasn't actually a problem. Suuuuurrrre, buddy. Very petty, but I got a kick out of it.

About 15 years ago I worked as a bartender at a bowling alley/casino. My boss was a mean lady and I'm nice and want to get along. It was difficult seeing morale drop on the team from the garbage she would say or do. It got to a point where I started closing the bar and setting things up for the next day. I would pre-make the coffee and she always asked to make one a little different because it was for her. From that day on if she was ever rude to us I would make her coffee with decaf for the next day. I lost track of how many times I did this, I think it was nearly every shift there towards the end. I still giggle about this

I work with a big company that lets me work 4 - 10 hour shifts a week and have Fridays off. Occasionally at the beginning of this I would get a text on a Friday from my boss. Or a text when I’m off on vacation. These annoyed the hell out of me. Nothing about my job has that level of urgency. The biggest annoyance to me was when I had the day off so I could move out of my house (just across town) and he texts me that morning. I certainly ignored it. Then he calls me. I ignore it. He calls me again a few minutes later and I answer it. What he wanted to talk about was something that “could wait until Monday” but he called me anyways. So I decided to start handling things with a little pettiness. Anytime you want to text or call me on a day off, that’s fine. But I won’t respond until after 6pm and I will always ask a question with it which makes him work when he isn’t working. After a few tries of this, he figured it out (subconsciously or consciously) and never texts me when I’m off anymore.

So I worked at a gas station. I was hired as a regular employee and given the manager position after he found out my mom used to be a few years prior to my working there and I knew the ins and outs of the store. I was the manager for 2 years and my boss hired a guy 2x my age who did not like having a young female boss. He was trying to tell people he was the manager, that he was gonna take my job and hire whomever he pleased. I reported it to the owner. Owner didn't do much. Well a few months in we got into a fight (employee and I) and he threatened me with violence and My boss took the guy's side! The employee threatened to beat my a*s...And I told my boss, I wanted to fire him and hire someone else. He spoke with the employee and I got "bro coded". Basically, he took the employee's side of it all because of bro-code and dismissed the fact that he had threatened me and let me go. Needless to say, I was FURIOUS. 2 years id worked my a*s off for this man from 4:30 am til 10 pm or later, most days alone, mostly 6 days a week. I'd been sexually harassed, assaulted, and robbed and I STILL STAYED. But this dude comes along and you take his word over mine? Nah, homie. I got you. My boss forgot all of his utilities, deliveries and basically, EVERYTHING was in my name because he barely spoke English and the companies always dealt with me anyway. He had so much trouble communicating in English it was just easier to have me do it and I knew all of the vendors anyway cuz of my mom's job there years prior, nothing had changed except we added a few new things to bring in business (That I advertised and did all the work for mind you.) I canceled EVERYTHING. I called every single vendor, All his utilities and deliveries were stopped in their tracks. The "Employee" He so loved and respected and such, Yeah that idiot got arrested a month after I was fired. For what? Assaulting his girlfriend. Soooo... He lost everything and had to sell the business within 2 months. I feel absolutely ZERO remorse for it because he put a grown-a*s man's hurt feelings over my physical safety and I was not having that s**t. If I had to go back, would I do things differently? Maybe. But Do I feel remorse? Nope. I built that company for him the best I could as a 20-something-year-old girl. I took all of my loyal customers with me and about 75% of them still over 10 years later still won't go there because of what happened. They still come to wherever I'm working at.

I recently resigned from my job. I was just tired and burnt out and my CEO kept pushing me hard, telling me to drive further and that's just how it was. I was also moving house, and commuting to work would be another 30 minutes on top of 1.5 hours I'm already doing, so enough was enough, I got so tired that I resigned. I hadn't got another job lined up, that's fine, I was ok financially As soon as I resigned, my CEO called me into the office 20 minutes later, and asked me to leave straight away, escorted me off site like a criminal and wouldn't even let me say bye to people, touch my laptop, clear my desk - it was like I was being fired. It was so embarrassing. No one from work got in touch to see if I was ok as he went round telling everyone he fired me and saying "it went pear shaped with her at the end so I had to let her go" Fast forward a few weeks...... Well I did find another job, with one of my ex employers clients that use their services to do their emergency training for them (first aid and fire training) And now I'm in charge of who we use as our contractors. My new boss said "well we normally use your old company at a cost of $37,000 a year, but if you know another company that is better then switch, I have no loyalty to them" Well switch I have done. Muhahahaha If my old boss hadn't treated me so badly I definitely would have used their services, but treat me like that and say goodbye to a client.

Years ago I worked as a Barista for a coffee shop. It was managed by a really awful old woman who was mean spirited and cranky. She criticized my hair, my appearance, my attitude, my work ethic (I always showed up to work EARLY!! and that's saying something when your shift starts at 6:30am) and never stopped nagging at me for one thing or another - usually in front of customers, which was humiliating. She acted like this to me and most of the girls I worked with. She was sweet as pie to my male co-workers, though, go figure. Anyway, one day she taped a typewritten sheet of paper to the wall filled with a bunch of new rules regarding point-of-sale behavior. It was riddled with typos. When she was gone for the weekend, I took my pen and corrected every typo on the page. She was so mad and embarrassed when she got back, but because a whole weekend of shifts had passed, she couldn't pin it on anyone.

To my boss - I can see this eating you alive. My boss (we'll call him Steve) is one of those guys who's always attached to his email. Whether he's at his desk or answering them from his phone, he will stop the conversation immediately and read the email. No warning. The sound will go off, he'll stop mid-sentence, read and reply to every email. This annoys me. A lot. While going over a very important project (well into the $40-$50 million dollar range and long-term), I'm briefing him on talking points and covering the power point on the projector. A few slides in, he gets an email. Immediately Steve pulls out his phone and begins reading and replying. I've dealt with this for years, and this is where the revenge begins. I'm on slide 6, and while he's buried in his phone, I progress the slide to 13 and patiently wait for him to end. He looks up, oblivious to my trickery. Mind you, he has to present this within a few hours to top-tier business management, and this a project that we've been working on for months. I finish briefing him on the rest of the slides, we take lunch, and eventually the guests arrive for their briefing. Steve's taking charge of the meeting, and I retreat to my office, where I can still clearly watch the presentation but don't have to participate. Steve's hob-knobbing, talking our guests up, laughing and joking. As he's talking to one particular VP, he gets an email, and in normal s**t-lord fashion, he stops mid conversation and reads it. The VP did not like this, not one bit. He interrupts Steve's email reply with a hand wave and a, "let's continue." This is where I get my second idea for revenge. Eventually Steve gets to the power point presentation, yammering on like he's the one who spent all the time on the fancy fly-in's, formatting, research, etc... Until he gets to slide 7. I can see him pause, break his jovial manner, and begins reading word for word what's on the slide. He's no longer chipper and poised, he's floundering. Little does Steve know that I'm about to launch an email war on his psyche that he is ill prepared for. See, since I've been in my office, I've been collecting all the emails that came in that needed replies, drafted the replies, and have them sitting on my desktop. I've CC'd Steve to every one of them, because I'm just that good of an employee. As he skips to the next slide, I send the first email. I hear his phone jingle. He pauses and instinctively reaches for his phone, throwing him off his presentation. He looks around, and then continues. A minute later, I send the next email, then after a short pause, the next... And the next... I can see him sweating bullets, his brain imagining some catastrophic failure somewhere in our building, in shipping, in product sourcing, etc... But he can't check his emails without breaking from the presentation and pissing off the executives. It's still going on. I have about 8 more emails to send, and he has about a hour until he'll be able to slink away and cower over his phone like Gollum holding the one ring. I'm glad I went to work today.

One of my first workplaces had extremely toxic management - it was owned and run by an old couple in their 60s were "co-CEOs". The wife in particular was a bitter, racist a**hole who would micromanage everyone, take credit for our work and also hated my guts more than the rest of the team (I am minority, female, young and also opinionated i.e. all the things she despises). Because she's quite old, she never learned to touch type and instead does the typical hunt-and-peck style, so once she starts typing she stares down at her keyboard the entire time. She also tends to write quite long emails. I became so jaded that any form of revenge was screwing with her to brighten my day, so one time I decided to plug a wireless dongle for a mouse into her PC. Once I saw she was typing, I'd wait until she'd typed a reasonable amount and then click using the spare mouse somewhere random. She'd continue typing, look up, and rage at her computer and have to start again. Sometimes I'd repeat the process within the same email for extra f**kery. My colleagues were in on it, so I'd give them a heads-up when I clicked so we could all have a laugh. When I was done, I'd simply wait until she left and casually unplug the dongle from her PC. Honestly this is one of the things that kept me sane while I was there until I managed to escape.

I work in the auto industry and outsell my coworkers dramatically. Each of them took a personal day off two weeks ago and since then, I've been asking to take a day off myself. Seems reasonable, since I ran the numbers and make more for the company than five other people combined. But the boss said no, he needs me there. Seems completely unreasonable to me. So yesterday he came into work showing off a cool beanie hat he found that has bluetooth speakers inside of it. He loves the thing. I heard the story of how he found it five times. Opportunity noted... Today while he was in the bathroom I paired his new beanie to my phone and left it turned on. He came out from his 15 minute dump session and I flipped my volume real low. I watched him look around for the source of the faint sound, then see his beanie and put it on. "Why does it sound like someone is breathing in my speakers?" he said. I turned the volume up full blast. "Oh god is someone playing porn on my new beanie? There's a guy moaning. OH GOD, THERE'S TWO GUYS MOANING! THIS IS GAY PORN!" He now vows to burn his hat. The rest of us had a good laugh, and I'm still not getting a day off.

I currently work at a drug/alcohol residential treatment center. I used to do the same thing somewhere else. The pay sucked and the commute sucked but my coworkers absolutely rocked. They were worth the dogs**t pay and 50 mile one way commute. I was always on time. I never complained about anything. I did my job well for the most part and when I f**ked up, I'd always take responsibility and fix it. Same with my work bestie. But my boss liked to pick on us. She'd come into the nursing station just to yell at us and tell us about how she doesn't trust us and she loved to remind us about how much she didn't really need us. One day after a particularly bad abuse session I sent HR an email about her behavior. One of many emails I've sent. And they told me to go f**k myself. It brought up all those memories of getting bullied in school and no one did anything about it. My depression and anxiety got so bad. I came pretty close to killing myself. But then I stopped and said f**k it. I'm a nurse. I can get a better job with better pay and better treatment and a closer commute. So I did. I quit. That's all I did. I wrote the most bland two week notice I could, and I sent it to HR, management, and the nursing department. That same day, 2 other people quit. And during those two weeks, three more people quit. And in thr month since I got my new job, a total of 8 nurses quit. Now staffing is so bad that my boss had to move into the facility to live there and be on-site 24/7 all because she was mean to me and my friend. She has a sick husband at home and she doesn't even see him anymore. And to make it even better, they had a mass firing at our sister facility which is much closer to my home. They have far fewer patients. I joined an agency and get sent there weekly to collect more than 400 bucks a pop for doing next to no work on a 12-hour shift. So now they're paying me to scroll [internet] and wear track pants just because they need a warm body there and they can't say s**t. So that's my petty revenge. Don't f**k with nurses.

When I was an apprentice, mid 1980's, the drunken owner wanted the thermostats in the shop set to 62F (16.6 C) in the dead of winter. Long narrow industrial building, heater and thermostat at each end. I worked in the middle, near a door. Which really sucked. Doesn't sound cold, but when your job requires you to stand still all day, yes, it sucks. (I'm sure it was colder in other work places, doesn't matter.) Mysteriously, the office was always 72-75F. Strange. So one day, I took the covers off both the thermostats in the shop, figured out how they worked, and "recalibrated" them. After I was done, they ran about 10 degrees F warmer than indicated. 62F (16.6 C) became 72F (22.2C). Big improvement. More than once I saw him check the thermostat, because it wasn't cold AF. Then he wandered off with a puzzled look on his face. He NEVER figured it out.

as I start to work in a general manager position in my actual company, my boss gave me a company smartphone. I was carrying two phones with me all the time. as soon he noticed this he called me and said no personal phones were allowed during work time "because personal life stays outside of the job and not to mix things" and I was there for "work and not to call to my girlfriends or logging into Facebook" and "personal phones are a distraction". I agreed and complied the next day. the very next day after I started to keep my personal phone in the locker room, he was waiting for me in the lobby in a very bad mood because he called multiple times after work time and I didn't answer and asked why I ignored him. I said I was at home and my company phone was in the locker room so it was useless to call me after work time because the job should stay outside of personal life and I didn't want to mix things.

I worked for a company in Austin Texas for over a decade, and in that time had amassed over 30 company shirts. I had a pile of polo type shirts and button ups. The company was a high end specialist retail and corporate sales place that had really nice bathrooms. After the company was sold to a genuine prick, he decided to fire a good quantity of about 100 employees including me. Anyone who knows Austin, knows the huge number of homeless people living under highways. So after my firing I passed out shirts to all of the local homeless population, telling them that if they wore the shirts, they could use the bathrooms in the store. Edit: this all happened 2 years ago, but the wife says she has a even more shirts put away... Might need a quick post holiday trip into town to drop off a few... Just to keep the revenge up, I'll put a merry Xmas from "boss name" note with them.

Lay me off with zero notice because the boss splashed all the cash to impress people but then call back an hour later for a favour... After ending my contract with zero notice I get a call back an hour later asking me for the backups I kept on disc as they didn't bother keeping any. Alas as I'm now no longer under contract, I will have to charge 125 an hour and I keep my backups four hours away. So that's going to be 1,000, if they transfer over the money I'll get it to them next week. They agreed and paid the money. I opened my drawer, took out the backups I kept there and made a note to drop it in to them across town in a few days.

This was a long time ago but I remember it like it was yesterday. I worked in the regional branch of a bank and was in loans. The district manager had to move the head lender into our branch for observation because he had four processors quit on him within six months. So I was number five. This guy was HATED at our bank… he treated fellow workers incredibly disrespectfully and was a flaming racist ( one of his rants… not kidding) was that the bleeping Jews stole Passover from the Christian’s). So also not so bright. Well my district manager ended up loving him and he lived to drive me crazy. One day he had this obnoxious singing tie that he played. I obviously cringed so he decided to play it over. And over. And over. In between customers. In between phone calls. And smiled huge because he knew I was absolutely silently seething. So I finally decided I had enough. I told him if he could go the rest of the day without playing it? I would buy him a case of literally any case of beer of his choosing. Anything. He immediately jumped on it and then spent the rest of the day musing out loud about what the most expensive beer was…max number of bottles… all the different ways he could gouge me the most… while laughing like it was the funniest thing ever. I silently took it and didn’t say a single word… no matter how outrageous his comments. His constant… constant at my expense comments. After six and a half straight hours of this.. the clock finally hit end of day. At that point he jumped up and started telling me what he had decided his beer of choice would be. To which I replied… “ April’s Fools”. To say he was angry is an understatement. He didn’t speak to me for a month. ( which was awesome). The district manager was equally enraged. Everyone else high fived me for weeks… I ended up quitting not too long after but I will admit it was sooo satisfying. Petty? Yes. But so deserved.

This was back in the 90's. I had a boss, probably in his 80's. Every morning the man walked past the coffee pot, to come to me to order me to get him a cup of coffee. I hate coffee. I hate everything about it. This man was also quite rude. I wasn't required to get him coffee (nor anyone) he just demanded it of me. So I started brewing coffee for him. Sometimes it was decaf. Sometimes it was 3 bags of coffee in one pot (bitter and full of caffeine!) But I never did it the same way twice. After 2 weeks he finally stopped demanding coffee from me because "you are too stupid to learn how to make it."

Oh I have a good one. I worked in a very busy, high-end seafood restaurant in a resort town for a while, 3 years or so (i was a busser, and got pretty damn good at it). I was trying to move up in the restaurant, but my manager kept giving me the run around for over a year. By this point, I had started a full-time job in automotive (my chosen career path) and the restaurant gig was just extra cash. Talked to the manager about it again, told him how I wanted to stay but didn’t need this job anymore, and got another runaround so I gave him my notice. I should note that this restaurant had pretty clear standards on hair/facial hair- had to be neat, clean cut, with no stubble (facial hair had to be grown in), and whatnot. and I had grown my hair out to about the back of my neck by this time- and my hair is thick, dark, and very curly. Jokingly asked if I could show up to my last shift with a mullet, bossman quickly agreed not believing I would go through with it. I got it professionally cut into a mullet, and told the lady the whole story and everything. That s**t was amazing. Saturday night, the place was packed. The look of horror on my manager's face when he saw me was absolutely priceless. Customers were asking their servers if this was real life or some kind of joke/prank. Even my manager from my new job had come in and was at the bar laughing her a*s off. They tried to keep me in the kitchen, but I refused. They tried to send me home, but I followed every rule in the employee handbook so they literally couldn’t even find a reason to… it was f**king glorious.

So this story requires some backstory. I work in a hospital, to be precise i work in the logistical part of it. Nothing fancy or as important as the work nurses and doctors do but I am responsible for some important parts that keeps everything running. I make sure to take my work as serious as i can do and always try to be as polite as ever (although I also thing that being polite is kinda something that should be normal) anyway, back to my story! Last week something went wrong in a machine that gives out the uniforms for the nurses. See it as one huge vending machine that holds like 300 scrubs. Its pretty important that the machine keeps running, day or night, and since I do the night shifts its my job that it does. However on that one day last week, Tuesday to be specific, a malfunction happened and the machine stopped working. We only found out the next day and at that time it was already to late.. Lots of angry nurses which was understandable. When I arrived at my work my boss was already waiting for me in the office. She took me aside and made sure I understood what I did wrong. She blamed me for making everyone work in old and dirty clothes and for costing the company (we aren't part of the hospital) money. I accepted it as it was during my shift. What did bother me was that I made sure everything worked perfectly fine that Tuesday. I always make sure to check it at least 3 times before I leave.. But apparently not this time? Fast forward to this weeks Tuesday. Something interesting happened. The company I work for looked into the machine and the program it runs on. Turns on that it wasn't actuality my fault at all. An update didn't work out as it was supposed to be and it wasn't patched in time. My boss told all this to me with a big smile without making any effort to apologize.. So after she left I made sure to take my revenge. I kept it small so she wouldn't really notice it. My Revenge: On the first day (Tuesday) I diluted the coke she always drinks. I poured out some coke and added water to it. Mixed it together and left the cap off until my shift was over. Say goodbye to your carbonated drink. On Wednesday I took the batteries from her mouse and put them in backwards so it wouldn't work anymore. Today (Thursday) I flipped back one of the tiny legs of her keyboard. You wont notice it when you stand near it but when you try to type on it, it will wiggle around. Very annoying for about a second. Tomorrow (Friday) I will make the hole puncher she uses a little shorter. Not noticeable when you look at it but definitely when you use it. As for next week? I'm not sure yet.. But i am quitting soon... so maybe give her my 2 weeks notice?

I worked for an internet company in Maine, the company was then bought out by a company in RI. Once every few months this snotty jerk would come to visit from the "main office" most of his comments were condescending, us redneck Mainers, blah blah. He'd always come with this stupid Labradoodle like he was the lord of the manor visiting the peasants. I was the supervisor for the newly created phone department and spoke to him about 2 employees who were allergic to dogs. He didn't care and still kept bringing his dog on his trips/visits. I would get advanced notice of his visits, so one day a fellow co-worker I enlisted and I went out for lunch and each brought back a rack of ribs, from the local BBQ place. After enjoying them we went and placed one rib bone into all 20+ trash cans in the call center, as well as in each office trash can. The pure joy of watching him try and pull his dog away from every trash can they walked by over and over and over again can't be explained. I got a call from his boss a few days later, and I played it off as innocently as I could. " Well, sir you don't expect that employees can't have a snack at their desks do you? I mean I could get an official break schedule going but that would require hiring more people. I did ask Mr.Y if he could stop bringing his dog, not only are 2 employees allergic to dogs but this is a professional office. He was unaware of that fact. no more dog, and even better no more him. We started getting a new manager for visit and they were less often too.

I have a boss in the USA, which means we mostly communicate by email (I'm in Europe). His style is abrupt, patronising, and micro-managing. This week he asked me to update a spreadsheet for him to present to the company Board. I had to use colour to indicate any changes, but he left the colour choice to me (very generous!) My petty revenge was to use the colour 'Bastard-Amber' to indicate said changes. In case anyone needs it, bastard amber is #ffcc88 (HEX) or (255,204,136) (RGB).

This was back in the 90's, way before the internet was a normal thing to have in an office. Computers within offices were not networked and we transferred files on 5 1/4 floppy discs. After one particularly s**tful day, my nasty boss fired me. I was happy to go but as I was packing up my stuff, I added all the words I knew he couldn't spell into the dictionary on his computer. It didn't affect any of the other computers I was highly gratified to see at least four spelling mistakes in my termination letter. I also stuffed the prawn heads left over from lunch into the hubcaps of his car, and taped down the button on his desk phone so, even if he answered it, it kept ringing. It's been 25 years and I still giggle about it sometimes.

My job was running a company's Instagram account (content creation and planning, influencer outreach, responding to DMs and comments, etc.) A little over 2 weeks ago, the company decided to replace me with my boss' 15 year old niece and give her "volunteer hours" instead of paying me. I didn't even get any notification from my boss that I was getting fired, and only found out about this after seeing my boss tell her niece that she'd be replacing me in a DM sent from the company Instagram. They may have fired me, but I can still access the account. For those who don't know, engagement rate determines everything on Instagram. Posts with higher engagement get shown higher in people's feeds and explore pages, and posts with high engagement get shown in the "top posts" section of hashtags the photo was tagged with, among other things. So I've been going to the account and quietly removing 5-10 followers per day. With little to no new followers each day and the number of active followers dropping due to both my actions and people legitimately unfollowing by themselves, the engagement rate has gone from a little above average for a small account (6-7%) to almost nothing (

My boss is a nightmare. She's the head of our department at the school I teach at and we've had serious problems with her in the past. A comment someone made on another post I've made about her made me realise I should post this here. So my boss is a coffee addict and absolutely must have her morning coffee. Now for whatever reason she refuses to make it at home and either drink it there or bring it in. Oh no she needs to make it at work using the schools supplies. Fair enough that's her choice. The thing is she is super picky about her coffee. She adds almost a quarter cup of full cream milk and it has to be full cream. My boss is awful to a few people and one of the admin girls came up with the perfect way to retaliate in a way we could never get in trouble for. As we always arrive before her if there isn't much full cream milk we finish it off. She can't take her coffee black and refuses to use light milk meaning she goes without and is left miserable. There are about 5 of us who do this now and whenever she treats one of us poorly we all use full cream in our coffee to try and make her miss out. It's petty, she'll never know it's us and because she won't pay for coffee from the cafe or make it herself she's left miserable all day.

My friend works for a bakery/sandwich place. Their boss is an insufferable jerk. She treats all the employees like crap, forces them to work off the clock, plays favorites, etc. You name it, she’s done it. Today the boss was bragging about trying new recipe for thanksgiving. She needed a loaf of Asiago bread for said recipe. Alas, there is only one loaf remaining. She put the loaf in the back so that customers wouldn’t see it and refused to ring up the bread for herself. Queue petty revenge! This store has an online ordering service. So my brilliant friend frantically texted me to order the bread online. Since the manager had not purchased her bread (per company policy), it was still available for purchase. I placed the order for pick up 5 minutes before her shift ended. When the order came through online, my friend printed the to-go ticket and with a s**t eating grin, took it to her boss. Boss was PISSED, but had no choice to give up the bread. Muhahaha. Victory!!!

A little over a year ago I was working at a company and my manager and I didn't see eye to eye at all. I work in IT and have been working with EUC for over 20 years. My manager was new to EUC and didn't like the fact I would correct her and most of the company came to me with questions and bypassed her. After about 6 months I started to notice thing were going downhill fast. I went to her boss and raised my concerns to no avail. Toward the end I had to travel and she wouldn't approve my expense report when I got back. We were not on speaking terms so I emailed her several times. After a week and a half, I filed a complaint with HR and started looking for a new job. The day I met with HR, they went to her manager and within an hour my expense report was approved and she made up and excuse saying the system was down so that is why she didn't approve it. On a side note, when I met with HR I told them I felt she was retaliating against me and I felt she was going to try to get me fired. About a week later, I get an IM from her manager asking me to come talk about an issue with a contract. The odd thing was he asked me to meet him in an office by HR. I get there and HR is in there. They ask me all kinds of questions and after a while tell me they have to suspend me due to lies my manager had told them. I was being nice and not bad mouthing my manager up to this point. Then the gloves came off and I told them the truth about everything which was easily verified if they interviewed my teammates. HR and the VP talked among themselves and decided both of us would be suspended pending investigation. When I handed in my phone and access card, I told the HR person, this was why I came to you as I knew she was going to try this. The next day I get a call saying I was being terminated but she was also. I said I had been interviewing and I had a job lined up. I started 3 days later, 1.5 years later my former manager still unemployed.

Boss griped at the idea of me slipping out of work 5 minutes early to get to an appointment on time. Said I’d need to use a sick or personal day. So I did. SOC For background, my old boss used to be more flexible. As long as we got our tasks done, if something came up and we needed to slip out a few minutes early, they never had much of an issue. I rarely took advantage of it, but if I had to, I always made sure to make up those few minutes elsewhere. This new boss comes along and is such a micromanager and control freak. Now, we are not allowed to be even a minute late or leave a minute early. We need to actually put in for PTO, either for a half or full day, just to be able to slip out a few minutes early. I had an appointment one say and offered to work through my break time just to leave a few minutes early. Boss balked at the idea. I arranged ahead of time for a whole personal day off. I booked myself a massage and went out to lunch before my appointment. Boss wasn’t happy with me for taking a personal day , especially since we’re currently short-staffed, but I did follow their policy.

Some years ago I was working in a petrol station, run by an Indian chap and his family. I was casual and only did Friday and Saturday nights, and sometimes a shift to cover someone who was sick. Anyway, the boss got a bee in his bonnet about driveoffs. (That's when someone fills up and then leaves without paying.) According to his little fantasy world, that was the fault of not only the driver, but of the person on service. He decides, without consultation that he would simply deduct the cost of the drive off from the wages of the person on till. I came into work on Friday night, collected my pay from the drawer, and found I was about $120 short. As I generally only earned about $300, this was a big chunk. I rank the boss and inquired why my pay was short. He explained that as I'd had two drive offs, totalling $120, he took it out of my pay. I explained that that was illegal, and that he had to pay the rest. He refused. Okay then. I close the store, turn off the lights, lock the doors and go home. This is friday night, possibly the busiest night of the week. The next morning comes. I get a series of increasingly desperate voice mails (As I switched off my phone until I woke up) The signs haven't been changed, the stock hasn't been put up, the fuel delivery turned away (As no-one was there to sign for it), deliveries of food and drinks have not been accepted. Basically, the weekend was f**ked for the store. Eventually the boss manages to get a hold of me, where he spends the next ten minutes screaming down the phone, claiming I was inconsiderate, rude and a bad person. I replied, "Play stupid games, win stupid prizes." and hung up on him. Eventually his wife (who was the accountant) rang, gave a fairly sincere apology, said that my lost wages would be in my next paycheck, and to please come into work that evening. "No. I need that cash now. This week. If it's in the drawer when I get there this evening, I'll work. Otherwise, I'll leave." The money was there. He refused to talk to me for several weeks (Like I cared), but he didn't try that crap on me again.