Random Satisfying Revenge Stories Of People Doing EXACTLY What They Were Told (16 items)

• (#7) Take All My Breaks? No Problem

  From Reddito ru/tdlm40

  I was working as a temp for a company, and the women in my area were horrible. Catty as all hell. They started picking on everything I did, because I was making them look bad with the sheer amount of work I was doing, so they figured they would find reasons to get me in trouble.

  I smoked. So I would run out at convenient times during my work day for a quick puff, and I would only take 1/2 hour for lunch just to eat. They told my immediate supervisor that I was taking too many breaks. I was reminded by my supervisor of labor laws, and how I get 2 15 minute breaks, and an hour for lunch. I always keep track of all breaks in a note pad (time out, time in), and I never came close to 1.5 hours of breaks before (including bathroom breaks). I told my immediate supervisor this, and he said "you need to follow the rules, but be sure to make use of your notepad".

  Here comes the good part. This job involved all customs paperwork for aircraft parts for military planes that were being fixed. There was never a good 15 minutes or an hour to leave the desk... there was always a call, always an emergency, always paperwork that needed to be done. But, I started going for my breaks like a good girl. 2 breaks Exactly 15 minutes in length, and 1 60 minute lunch. Low and behold the other 2 started complaining because they couldn't handle the pace of their job plus mine. (I did it when they would go on breaks just fine).

  I ended up leaving that job right before they lost their jobs..
• (#2) Can Break Dress Code For School Uniforms? Alright Bet

  From Redditor u/TexasFordTough

  Waaaaay back in 2013 I was a sophomore in highschool, and there was a tradition that on fridays, the cheerleaders, football players (without their pads of course) band members, and the other groups performing wore their uniforms to class. This wasn’t a written tradition, and only the cheerleaders and dance team’s uniforms broke “dress code”, nobody really batted an eye to it.

  I wasn’t a skirt person, but I liked dresses once and a while (once IN a while sorry). As one can tell by my user, I grew up in Texas, and it’s still significantly hot in August/September. So one time while wearing a casual sun dress in September, I was pulled out of class and reprimanded because the end of my dress was 4 inches above the knee, when the dress code said no shorter than 2. I pointed out the cheerleaders and dance teams uniforms every Friday and how they reached mid thigh at their longest, but was told that was okay because “students can wear official school uniforms”. And was sent home to change.

  Clearly, somehow someone had forgotten I was on the golf team. Immediately my mind was turning to the next Friday.

  The school had recently upgraded the golf team uniforms the year prior, and the girls team uniforms consisted of a short sleeve collared polo shirt, and a skort. If you don’t know what a skort is, it’s essentially a skirt and short shorts combined. It looks like a skirt, but they essentially act like built in bike shorts, and these f*ckers were SHORT, I’d argue shorter than the average cheerleader skirt.

  So that next Friday (about 3 days later) to my parents surprise, I was ready to go that morning in my golf uniform, as compared to taking a bag to keep the clothes in to change into after school. But I just said “Fridays, we can wear our uniforms to class”, and they accepted without question and took me to school.

  Well by second period, I was sent to the office yet again and the first thing the assistant principal asked me was why I would “deliberately disobey her right after our last conversation” and threatened in school suspension, I’ll never get anywhere in life by not listening, yada yada yada.

  When I finally had a chance to get a word in, I said “but this is my school golf uniform” and I pointed to our schools logo that was sewn into my polo shirt. “You said students can wear official school uniforms to class, why are the cheerleader uniforms okay and mine isn’t? This isn’t even a skirt, it’s a skort, it has pants!”

  I still remember how pissed off she was. She stared me down for what seemed like a millennia. Then she snapped and told me to get out of her office, and go sit in the lobby area. That I knew what she meant and she would be calling my parents about this blatant disrespect. So I waited and played on my iPod and chatted with the nice secretary, trying to keep myself distracted, because in reality I had been really trying not to cry. I had massive anxiety when it came to authority, but I still had my naive sense of injustice, and I didn’t just want to let this go.

  After about 20 minutes, she popped her head out and in a very monotone voice, told me I could go back to class and to let teachers know I had gotten permission from the front office to wear my uniform. Then she went back in and closed the door before I could even think to respond. I spent the rest of my day dealing with teachers questioning me about my outfit and 1 or 2 calling the front office to double check my claim that I had in fact gotten permission, and went to practice after school as normal before being carpooled back home.

  My dad met me at the front door with a small smirk and I asked him what in the world happened because I knew he was the go-to contact for my school, so I knew she called him. He explained that when she called and tried to get him to come to the school and get me and talked about punishments for my insubordination, he immediately began to argue with her and admitted he raised his voice quite a bit, asking why I wasn’t allowed to wear my sport uniform that the school provided to me as a dress requirement at my golf practice, and mentioned taking this all the way to the school board and resolving this “obvious favoritism”.

  He then asked me not to do that again, but that he was proud of me, and told me “I know I had told you never to start a fight, but to always fight back, I always thought physically, but you d*mn sure took the advice.”
• (#16) Want It Spicy? Copy That

  From Redditor u/SuperTommyD0g

  So I used to work as a waiter in an Indian restaurant. Every now and again we used to get a couple that would come in an always tried to impress each other with how spicy they can handle their curry. Today the girlfriend went for a Rogan Josh (not spicy) and the boyfriend went for a Jalrezi. They also ordered a pepsi max each. So I went back to the kitchen and 20 minutes later bought out the meals. 5 minutes later low and behold the girlfriend told me it wasn't spicy enough so I went back and go her a Madras (pretty spicy). I saw her try it and obviously struggle a little but she still said she wanted something hotter. So I went back told the chef and bought out a Vindaloo (the hottest curry you could get at the establishment). The second it touched her tongue she went wild. Shouting at me and demanding that I get her some water and then milk. When she finally calmed down they tried to leave but my manager stopped them and made them pay. All in all drinks the 4 curries and poppadoms it was around £70 - £80. They haven't been back since.
• (#10) Need The Husband To Show Up? I'll Show Up In A Truck

  From Redditor u/onanonanon19

  My wife is a Doc. She tired of the frequent service visits her Merc required and visited an Infiniti store. She was told that she could not drive a Q45 unless I was present.

  She called me at work; not far from the dealer. Salesman confirmed what she said ... we must both be present for the test drive. Idiots.

  The landscaping crew was doing their thing outside my office, so I decided to employ them in my subterfuge. I changed into my workout clothes, rolled around in the grass and paid Hector $100 to drive his rusted-out, extended cab pick-up and long trailer loaded with mowers ... me and his crew, to the dealership.

  The dealer was located downtown, on a postage stamp lot ... and there was no place to park the truck & trailer without completely bolixing their only street entrance and parking lot entry.

  They: Move your truck!

  Me: You told me I had to be here for the test drive.

  They: Who are you?

  Me: Her husband. You called me away from mowing the ...

  They: Your POS truck is blocking everything! (Correct!)

  Me: Are you going to let the nice lady doctor do a test drive?

  They folded quickly. She bought the Q45 from a different Infiniti dealer.
• (#5) Want To Micromanage My Time? I'll Record Everything

  From Redditor u/FormerStuff

  I work in sales. I spend time in my actual office and on the road making cold calls. The small company I work for uses a call-logging software that plans my trips to customers. A typical logged call would look like this: Called X customer > time spent in call> call notes.

  About a year ago the owner of the company asked me to create a customer called “office work” to ping on the software to let him know I was in my office and not out seeing customers. In the call notes I would write a short general description on what I did in my time in office.

  A month ago the owner decided his fresh out of college 22 year old son was fit to be the manager of all salespersons. His son has commenced to micromanage my daily call reports to the fullest extent. He has to write a report to his father what each salesperson does every day. I get texts or emails almost daily asking what “exact times” I did what in my office or on the road. This culminated to the owners son demanding I log each individual task such as driving to a customer, working on a spreadsheet, or even warming up my vehicle.

  The example he gave me: 7:30AM-7:49AM checked and responded to email, 7:52AM-8:00AM warmed up truck. Etc. Each entry takes about a minute to create and log.

  He wanted to know what I was doing every minute of the entire workday.

  Fine. I can play ball.

  For the past week and a half I have been scrutinizing every single second of the day to ludicrous extent. I timed five minutes and counted the number of breaths I took to get an average amount of breathing per minute. About 18 breaths per minute. Better log that.

  I began timing my bathroom breaks and logging it. My fastest bladder draining is 48 seconds including washing hands!

  I timed how long it took to fill up my water and logged it, 29 seconds from start to back at my desk.

  I timed how long to tie my boots and logged that, 4 seconds each boot.

  Sitting at a stoplight? Logged.

  He now knows I can knock on a customers door 10 times in 3 seconds.

  For about a week I logged everything I did every waking moment of the workday including the bites of my salad for lunch. Hell I even got the other salespersons to join in the malicious compliance. He was inundated in hundreds of reports each day he had to comb through.

  Today he sent an email to the sales force that we are no longer required to give specific times for tasks but rather a general description would suffice. Just like it was before he took over.
• (#4) Take You To Court? Sure Thing

  From Redditor u/theb00kmancometh

  The School where my sister & I had studied was in my hometown. We knew almost all the teachers since they were practically our neighbours.

  When it came to the time I graduated from school, the Principal had retired and the Vice Principal took over as the principal.

  The Vice-Principal was also from the same town and for some unknown reason had some sort of grudge against my father. In local gatherings etc he would always try to belittle my father at all chances he could get. My father would normally let it pass since he knows that getting into silly arguments with such a jerk is totally unproductive.

  When my sister and I had joined the school, my father was required to pay a refundable deposit of 5,000 per child, which would be returned back at the time each child graduated from the school.

  10,000 Rupees of 90s was a large amount then and is equivalent to 95,000 Rupees of the present time.

  I graduated in 1989. When my father enquired about the refund, the VP had informed him that since my sister would be graduating in 1 year's time, both the deposits would be returned together.

  So, when my sister graduated from school, my father requested the school to refund both the deposits. There was no response even after two weeks and my father personally went to the school to demand the refund. The VP, being the egotistical jerk, started arguing with my father stating that the school cant refunds the deposits. The Argument became very heated and he outright refused point blank and said

  "We are not returning the deposits. Do what you can. You can take us to court if you want!"

  My father went silent, got up and left the school, came home, sat down with mom, went through all the school-related documents she had kept (my mom had a very meticulous documentation system. she used to save every receipt, bill, stub etc)

  He found the receipts for the deposits. he took them to his Lawyer friend. My dad informed his friends (whose children were in the same school) about the issue.

  The Lawyer filed the case and took the school to court. The school couldn't provide any reason for withholding the deposits and fighting with the parent.
  My dad won.
  The school was instructed to pay back the deposits with interest and the court dues.

  My father's friends who were in the PTA took up the issue in the subsequent PTA meeting and got the school's trustee board to ensure that such issues won't be dealt with in the same manner and all deposits will be refunded in time and strictly warned the VP not to bring personal grudges into school business. Other parents who were owed deposits but had forgotten about it, starts claiming them. Cost the school a lot, to pay back the deposits.

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