rSlash - r/Bestof I Got Revenge against a Cruel Karen

Episode Date: November 5, 2024

0:00 Intro 0:08 Rude customer 7:40 Relationship issues Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

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the break room with my food in hand, hoping to enjoy a quiet, peaceful lunch to re-energize myself so I can continue dealing with the endless waves of snarky customers that my workplace is notorious for attracting. As I'm getting to the door, this blonde woman, around 50, begins to follow me, and she begins to do that Psst noise that's so annoying. She continues three or so times but I ignore her since you know I'm not an effing dog or something. After she realizes that I'm not going to react to her summons, the conversation goes a little something like this, excuse me. Oh sorry ma'. I'm on break right now, but let me get one of the other employees to help you out.

At this point, I begin to reach for my walkie talkie to call someone to the aisle for help, but she isn't having any of it. What? I will not be treated like this! I am a valued customer and I demand to be treated as such! You will provide your service to me right now and that is that. No questions asked. Ma'am, I'd be happy to help you but my lunch break is only 30 minutes and I don't give a shit. I don't care if you're starving. The customer always comes first."

At this point, I didn't even retaliate. I just turned around and ignored her as I walked into the break room with my key and shut the door behind me. She began to angrily pound on the door for a few seconds until she finally stopped, presumably because a coworker came to the rescue. I later found out that she complained to the manager, and of course, the manager simply brown-nosed her and told her that I would be dealt with as an employee should never refuse service to a customer, even if they're on break. Then the next day OP posted an update. I decided to follow your guys' advice and I called corporate to complain that I was basically reprimanded for following policy and refusing service to a customer during

my break. Of course, corporate immediately sided with me and everything seemed like it was going to be fixed and my name would be cleared. But no, of course not. In the world of retail, things aren't always so clear cut. Lo and behold, there's another factor here. That effing woman apparently called corporate herself and basically demanded that I be fired for being rude to her. Now the thing is, this store has cameras. And turns out they investigated, and since no audio is available, the only thing they

saw was me walking away from the woman and slamming the break room door behind me. Now you'd think that's bad enough, right? Wrong. Guess what? I asked a supervisor, a long time buddy of mine, to check the punch-in sheet, just out of curiosity. And guess what? Someone deleted my break time that was logged into the system.

So now, not only am I being accused of refusing service to a customer, but I am also being accused of not clocking out and leaving the premises to get food. What the F? Was this a computer error or did the manager really do this on purpose to save his own hide? Or does he simply not like me? But Reddit, here's the thing. I will not lay down and just die.

I will fight this thing to the end, even if right now it seems like I have no allies." Then one day later OP posted an update. I woke up bright and early and made a call to corporate. My plan here was simply to state that I needed my issue investigated further, even if it seemed like there was no problem on their end. As expected, the person on the other end of the phone wasn't super cooperative. But then I said the magic word, subpoena. As soon as I made that calm, yet firm threat, the person immediately told me to hold for

a second. He got his supervisor on the line, and I explained the situation to them again. He assured me that he would look into this matter. Oh, and I also asked for a way to email the president of the company, and I sent an email to him explaining my situation as well. So that was that, but I didn't stop there. See, I had another plan. I was going to catch my manager myself red-handed.

You know, just in case the corporate guys were goofs. So I walk into work and go to the manager's office. The conversation goes like this. I have to speak with you about something really important. Can it wait? I need to finish looking over these documents before 12. No, it can't wait. My other supervisor told me that my clock in and clock out time from lunch three days

ago was not in the log. I know that I punched out an in, so what happened? Huh, weird. I'll look into that for you, alright? Oh, no need. I already called corporate and they said they'd look into it personally. At this point, I had a huge grin on my face. It felt good, man.

Real good. The manager audibly gulps at this point. You know, that wasn't really necessary. You could have come to me about this first. Oh, I know, but I just didn't want to waste your time, seeing as how you're so busy and all. You have more important things to do, like look over documents. At this point, he visibly begins to get annoyed by my attitude and my sarcastic tone, but

I'm just enjoying it way too much. Now listen, OP, I'm really not liking your tone right now. I apologize. Anyways, I just wanted to give you a heads up in case corporate asks you any questions. You know how they are. Now, some of you might be thinking why I said that last part. Because I had a small suspicion that since he's a recently made manager, only three months in, he probably didn't

know that the system logs all deletions and re-entries. So what was my end game here? Simple. I was hoping that due to this thread about corporate, he would simply go back and add my times back into the log. And guess what? He did just that! A couple of minutes after our conversation, he comes up to me and says, OP, I found out what the problem was. There was a glitch in our system and apparently it didn't register your punches. But everything's fixed now, your log time should be there. Wow, thanks. I appreciate it. No problem. But wait, there's more. Just a couple of hours into my shift, I see the manager leaving the store, angrily slamming the manager's office door on his way out. When I asked my supervisor buddy what happened, the conversation went like this.

Dude, why is he so angry? I don't know, he was with corporate on the phone for a few minutes, and then he asked me why I told you the log times were missing. Hold up, let me find out. So my supervisor runs to the front doors to catch up with my manager. They talk for a while outside, after which my manager gets into his car and angrily drives off. Then my supervisor comes back inside, walks up to me and says, Dude, I'm sorry to tell you this, but he's screwed!

Corporate found evidence of data tampering in the Punch-in Log. Apparently, he deleted your times yesterday and added them back today this morning to cover his butt. Wow. Yep. How did he not know about the system's ability to track that stuff? I don't know, man. So there's that. He probably will get fired and I'll probably keep my job. Our next reddit post comes from r slash relationships. I've been with my boyfriend, John, for five years. We have a pretty awesome relationship. Great communication, fun, easy going with good chemistry.

We've always talked about getting married and I've had no doubts that we would be getting engaged very soon. Recently, John, myself, John's closest friend and his girlfriend, went on a trip to Vegas for several days. We had a great time, all four of us, and on our last night there, John told us he wanted to go to the Bellagio Fountains to see them before we had to leave. Everyone was up for it. We went for a nice dinner beforehand and then began watching the fountains and the music came on. It was really romantic and I was really enjoying myself. And that's when John grabbed my wrist. He turned me towards him and I saw that he was sweating profusely.

Like his face was bright red and he looked like he was about to pass out from trembling so hard. The whole time it looked like he was about to say something, but he never did. He just informed all of us that he wasn't feeling well and wanted to go back to the hotel. Our friends looked really puzzled and were whispering into each other's ears all the way back to the hotel. I kept asking John if he was okay, but he just said that he probably had too much to drink. We've been back for a couple of weeks, and he's been acting really distant and cold. I honestly knew something weird was up that night in Vegas, so I called up John's friend's girlfriend, who I'm fairly close to, and I asked her if she knew what was going on

with John, since he had been at their place a lot this past week instead of coming home. Eventually, she spilled the beans and told me that he had plans of proposing to me that night at the fountains but then didn't. That's why the two of them had been acting so confused. I kept grilling her and she also told me that John had told his friend that it didn't feel right. She made me promise not to tell John that I know because she didn't want anyone to be upset with her. I'm feeling sick to my stomach. We live together and he's been spending all of his time at his friend's house or at his parents place since we got back. He barely calls me or responds to my texts anymore.

I don't know what happened that night, but I feel like he's about to end things. Then the next day OP posted an update. I apologize for not updating sooner, but a lot has happened. So John came home last night around 1130 as I was watching TV in our bedroom. He came in and looked like absolute garbage. His eyes looked tired and baggy and he smelled like beer. He apologized to me for the way that he'd been acting recently and he told me that he knew that I knew about the almost proposal. Because he had talked to his friend Mike and he told me that he knew that I knew about the almost proposal. Because he had talked to his friend Mike and Mike told John that his girlfriend Tara had told me

everything. He basically said to me that he had the whole thing planned out. He was going to propose and Tara and Mike would take pictures. Then we'd go back to a romantic, more expensive room in our hotel, which Mike and Tara ended up staying in that night to make sure that I wasn't aware of the fact that John was supposed to propose. They switched their key cards while I was walking back. Then he told me what I was afraid of. It just didn't feel right. I was looking at you and it just wasn't what I wanted.

Ouch. He told me that he had been nervous ever since he bought the ring, but that he thought that it would go away once he actually proposed. In the moment, he said that he knew that it wasn't what he wanted, and he thought that it would be better to not ask me to marry him, because he knew that it wasn't what he'd want in the long run. So at this point, I'm in hysterics, as I pretty much know this is the end of the relationship. I tried to be calm and rational about it, but there was one point where I was crying so hard that I literally got down on my knees, put my head in his lap while he sat on the couch and just kept incoherently saying, please in between sobs.

Not my proudest moment. But at that moment, this man was my best friend, the future father of my children. I never, ever in a million years pictured our relationship coming to this point. He ended it with me last night because it didn't feel right, and that's all he could say to me over and over that it just didn't feel right anymore and I can't see myself with you. At this point, I could barely breathe and it felt like I was having a panic attack, so I called up my mom and she came and picked me up from our place.

My poor mom, she just looked so helpless while I sat there in the car crying so hard that eventually I got a nosebleed. So I wish I could say this is the end of the story, but more has happened since last night. This morning I'm on Facebook looking through a bunch of old pictures of John and me together, sobbing uncontrollably and sending him text after text with reasons why we should be together. And eventually, I stumble onto Mike's page through a tagged photo. He updated his status from a few hours ago to something along the lines of, California was amazing, wish work would send me for more than 5 days.

My stomach starts doing flips, because John kept telling me that he was spending the days that he was practically ignoring me with Mike. But Mike was in California for those days. And we live in Canada, so not very close. I freaked. I called Mike from my house phone, and when he answered, I said, Hey, it's OP. And all he could say after a few seconds of silence was, F***.

Basically, Mike's been covering for John while John was spending time with the girl that he's been apparently screwing for the past six months. I know this girl. John works with her, and she's always been really sweet to me whenever I've seen her at John's work related events. Mike told me that John told him that he was falling in love with her. He said this after the incident in Vegas. He's been spending almost all the past two weeks with her.

Mike then told me that he had promised not to say a word to anyone, not even Tara, but he felt guilty and he was glad that I called him. He apologized and said that if I had to tell John that he told me, I could do that. That's all I know for now. I haven't bothered contacting John yet and I don't know if Mike told him that I know. I don't know what I'm going to do. I've been throwing up all day. I feel disgusted, humiliated and devastated. It actually feels like my heart is breaking in two and I have no control. I need to get my stuff from our place. I need to find a new place.

We have a dog. Who gets the dog? I love my dog. It all feels so surreal. Ugh." Then OP posted an update. John called me a bunch of times while I was passed out. I woke up as he was calling me again and I kind of just answered the phone without thinking

about it. He was crying and apologizing. I guess Mike told him that I knew. And saying that he was confused. He asked me where I was and I lied and said that I was with my sister an hour away from here at her place. I asked him if he was with her and he said yes, but that he would be home tomorrow. So could I please meet him to talk about things at our house?

I said sure. I asked my mom to drive me to our place a little while ago and I kidnapped my dog, brought her back and I'm feeling much, much better. I'm also not meeting with him tomorrow. After reading all your comments, I feel a thousand times better than I did earlier. So thank you. Wow, this guy was confused for six whole months of cheating? That's a long time to be confused.

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