rSlash - r/Maliciouscompliance I Destroyed a Multi-Million $$$ Company

Episode Date: October 9, 2023

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administration assistants show up at 7.45 each morning. That way, they could make sure the room was ready for whatever speaker or lecture was there because the usual start time was 8 am. Sometimes, as was bound to happen, computer issues arose. Not too often, maybe once or twice a month tops. Maybe the Dean couldn't pull up his PowerPoint for example, so we'd call our IT guy Gary who was too office as a way and he'd come and fix the problem. Everyone was happy until Gary retired. His new replacement, Todd, did not like this arrangement. Even though he was supposed to start work at 8, he'd often drift in at 8, 10, or 8, 15.

This was not good because we were having a computer crisis at 8.02 in the morning. Further, he hated walking into his office and immediately having a call waiting for him. He wanted to have his coffee, read his email, and ease his way into the work day. Which honestly, I can't blame him. So Todd decided that he would no longer attend our computer calls. He told me to have my admin assistant troubleshoot the problems since they were there anyways. He was pretty intense about this. Until I pulled out the job description of my assistants and nowhere did it say the computer

repair fell under their workload. I then showed him his job description where it said the computer repair was. Inter malicious compliance on Todd's part. You want me to attend? Okay, then we do it by the books. No more calling me directly. You need to call the central helpline and have them open a user ticket. Then I'll attend. I pointed out the foolishness of this. It's 7.54 in the morning. I have the Dean of Medicine from Yale and he can't open his PowerPoint. I need to fix now. I can't spend 15 minutes waiting on hold for the next available help desk agent. Then 15 minutes explaining the

problem to them. Then have them open a ticket and send it to Todd. Then another 20 minutes before Todd opens or responds to the tickets. We can't have 200 people sitting for 45 minutes waiting on Todd. Too bad, he said with a smirk. Those are the rules. Or you could just have one of your admin ladies fix the problem. I tried one last-ditch effort to reason. I said, when the CEO is going to give a speech

and the computer shorts out, he doesn't have to wait for 45 minutes, so obviously you can make exceptions. Common Sense says this should be an exception too. Nope, Todd said. The CEO staff do what's called a preemptive ticket. They submitted a hit of time and have me there on standby in case things do go wrong. So yes, even he has to do the ticket process.

Okay Todd, I see your malicious compliance and raise you one of my own. The next morning I sat with coffee in hand and waited, smiling in anticipation. Sure enough, my door burst open with a furious Todd saying, what the f is this? He snarled, waving a printout. I submitted pre-emptive tickets for every day for the next three months, requiring Todd to be at my training room at 7.45 every day, just in case there was a computer

emergency. Even better, I'd contacted his boss's boss and received authorization to change Todd's work schedule due to operational requirements. So he would now be required to work 7-3 instead of 8-4. I said, OR you could just pick up the damn phone when I call and come over. He agreed that the ticket process wouldn't be necessary and he would show up as needed. Oh, we have a rare instance where Todd tried to pull the don't mess with the IT guy card and then OP basically reverse unode and out malicious compliance to the malicious compliance.

Our next credit post is from Necronboy. So in the 90s, I started work on the shop floor of a pipe-making factory, but I made a few friends in the office. So one year, at our end of year party, I overheard a story from the corporate lawyer who was retiring on the same day. Someone asked him what his most memorable case was. This lawyer was Gray. Gray hair, gray skin, gray clothing, gray manners. Nothing distinctive about him

at all. In fact, at the annual company party known for drinking, this guy was always sober, but not that night. He was a contracts lawyer. He had never brought a case to trial. He just proved contracts all day as far as I know. So anyways, we made pipes, plastic pipes. We were the second biggest pipe manufacturer in the market, and we would swap contracts with the biggest manufacturer as we both bid on supplying the big players in the markets. In our jurisdiction, we had a government communication apartment which got sold off and became a big telecommunications along with the deregulation of the sector. We supplied electrical pipes to this big telecommunications company, lost the contract with the competitor, gained it back, etc. Life goes on.

One day, a new international company entered our market and started undercutting the local big telecommunications company. Let's call this other company OKTELCO. So as things go, we lost the big telco contract, but we picked up the OkTelco contract, which was bigger because they had to establish an entire network from scratch. So yay for us! This is where our lawyer, Mr. Gray, enters the story. He is a contracts lawyer, not a criminal lawyer or some other specialty, but a contract lawyer. He gets a please attend meeting invite from Big Telco along with a select food from our company.

It's probably about the upcoming re-negotiation of the contracts. Mr. Gray and his boss walk into the room, and sitting across the boardroom are the VPs of the Big Telco company and some expensive lawyers. They ambush Mr. Gray and our company boss with an injunction that would prevent us from selling our pipes to their competitor, OK telco. They threatened to take us for everything, including the pension fund for daring to supply the competition. Big telco had a strict contract on the table that had to be signed then and there.

Otherwise they would have one of their lawyers who was standing by at the courthouse have a judge sign an injunction against us making any pipe at all until the case was settled. It was probably an empty thread, but even a two-week break in our production would kill our company while our lawyer tried to work things out with the judge. Mr. Gray looked over the contract and told his boss to sign. Big telco was huge, so they could tie us up in legal knots for months. The contract stated that this type of pipe that we were making was the exclusive property of Big telco, and we could only make it for Big telco. Our boss folded like a shirt and signed. Life went on, and we had to make Okelco a different type of pipe. A few months later, Mr. Gray attended a 20-year reunion from his law school. Guess who

else was there? Mr. Big Shot lawyer who sat across the table with the injunction, and he was telling everyone about how great of a lawyer he is and how he can push around anyone due to how great he is, and definitely not because of the huge budget of the company backing him and all the other lawyers helping him. Mr. Gray is pissed. Mr. Gray bides his time and pours over that contract. A few years later, Big telco has to have a name change due to how much bad press they've gotten from their shifty services and practices, and as a way to avoid debts under their old name. They changed everything. Storefronts, letterheads, everything. from their shifty services and practices, and as a way to avoid debts under their old name,

they changed everything, storefronts, letterheads, everything. I'll now call them NewTelco. Contracts continue to come and go. The other big pipe company gets the contract from NewTelco to make pipes. Mr. Great immediately strikes into action. The other pipe company and NewTelco

get served with the cease and desist orders about making and using that specific pipe. The other pipe company and new telco get served with the cease and desist orders about making and using that specific pipe. Their hot shot lawyer is puzzled and angry that this has happened and he calls Mr. Gray. Mr. Gray arranges a meeting and then he hangs up on the hot shot lawyer in the middle of one of his threats. Hot shot lawyer shows up with his team of lawyers to see just Mr. Gray in the boardroom. No ambush, no backup, just him.

Mr. Gray lets the guy vent his spleen about how they're going to gut the company and Mr. Gray will never work in law again. Then Mr. Gray takes out of packet of papers and a highlighter. He makes a few strokes with the highlighter and pushes the packet close to the other lawyers. They read what Mr. Gray had highlighted and screwed up their faces. The contract states that only our pipe company, in conjunction with BigTelco, can make that specific pipe. Exclusively, with no substitutes, parent or child companies, successors, or blah blah blah. Since our pipe company and BigTelco were the only two companies listed on that contract,

then those two companies were the only two sets of people who could decide the fate of this specific pipe. And since BigTelco no longer existed, well, that only left us. Hotshot Lawyer said they could reclaim ownership of that type of pipe since they were in effect just a rebranded big telco. Mr. Gray pointed out that if you admit that you're just a rebranded big telco, then wouldn't that make you liable for all the debts that you avoided? Hotshot lawyer claimed that they inherited the ownership of that pipe. Mr. Gray cut them off with the no child company clause. Hotshot lawyer went on

for a while, ping-blocked by Mr. Gray at every turn. And by the end, even the hotshots hired lawyers were jumping into shutdown the hotshot lawyer because he was exposing them to even greater risk with everything that he was saying. As they were leaving in defeat, Mr. Gray said two things. This was an unfair fight. All of you versus me. Next time, bring more and smarter lawyers. And since we now effectively control this pipe, here's a document making the color public domain. We don't want to screw over the other pipe company. It's not their fault they have idiots for customers. Our next reddit post is from Assault Tank

1. I work in a barbecue restaurant as the pit master, so I run the smokers and handle all the raw meat preparation. I have to get there by 5 or 6 a.m. depending on the day in order to have all the food ready to open the restaurant at 11. Well, the general manager decided that she was spending too much on labor and needed to cut back on hours. As such, she told me at around 2pm on a Thursday the following. I need you to clock out by 1pm every day, no matter what. I asked for that in writing, and I got it. So the next day, I went up to the head chef, and I told them that I had to be out by 1pm no matter what, and I showed him the sign note. I sat in the alarm on my phone and got to

work. I got through all the prep work for the next day and I had just started cleaning when the alarm went off. Now, at this point, the pit area looked awful. The walls had some smoke stains that come off pretty easily with degreaser, but build up over time. The cooler floor had some blood on it that needed to be cleaned up before it spoiled and started smelling bad. My table had some seasoning left on it from where I seasoned the pork for the overnight

load, and the wall still had bits of skin, gristle, etc. stuck to them. The trash can was also full. I told the head chef that it was 1pm and I had to go. He looked at the pit and said, yep, this is what I expected, but he let me clock out and go. This goes on for about a week, with the pit looking worse and worse each day. Then the district manager comes in on my day off. The head chef told me that the district manager immediately started chewing out the general

manager for the pit looking awful, and how the pit master had to stay until the pit was clean no matter what. Also, I got it in writing, so I'm now currently working to about 2.30pm every day doing the full cleaning that I was doing before. Low. Oh man, come on people! It's really easy to identify people who don't listen to R-slash because when someone says, sure thing boss, can I get that in writing?

You think they'd be like, hold on, wait a second, wait am I doing something dumb? Am I being stupid? Am I ruining my life here? I might be ruining my life. You know what, maybe just retract that last statement, never mind. Our next reddit post is from Squidley Man. There was a girl at my high school who wasn't in my grade but wasn't one of the classes I took.

She had some type of cancer or tumor. I didn't know the specifics, but she had to have a couple of brain surgeries, which left giant scars all over her head. She lost her hair from the medications as well. She just wanted to experience high school like everyone else when she felt well enough to do so. I remember her being so excited after going wig shopping one weekend. The next Monday, she walked into home room with some big bright, dolly part in hair.

She looked awesome and you could tell that she felt so good too, which is what mattered to us. The teacher was not having it. The girl tried to explain to the teacher and we all tried to explain as much as possible without getting into the girl's business. The teacher wouldn't listen and demanded the girl take off her wig,

not hearing us all try to explain the cancer situation. We were all mad for the girl, but the girl just smiled, took off her wig, and sat back, ready for class. The look on the teacher's face. I think the girl said something along the lines of, I don't want to distract my classmates with my new hair. I'm sorry. The teacher couldn't focus. She just kept losing her place and staring at the girl's giant bright red scars. Wig or not, we thought the girl was beautiful anyways. Many of us went to the principal before the bell even rang. The teacher had to apologize and was forced to give the girl an exemption from the rule. What rule we never found out.

The girl just smiled and said, but I don't want to distract my classmates in response. The teacher quit after a month. Our next reddit post is from Pistis Party. I worked for a dispensary and we handled a lot of cash. So every morning, and sometimes two to three times throughout the day, an armored van would arrive and deliver change or pick up the save contents. As a medical dispensary, we had lots of patients who used the handicap parking spots. There are only three for the whole building, yet every morning, the armored truck driver would always be sure to pull his van up sideways across all three spots. The morning delivery took the longest, which often meant that customers would arrive and

not be able to use those parking spots. After asking the driver not to do this anymore, I was told to call his boss if I had a problem. His boss said that if I had a problem, to handle it myself, so I did. I had parking enforcement sent two people to our location, and when he pulled his van into place, as usual across all three handicap spots, they pulled an enforcement car up to either side of him and rode him a total of 5 infractions. Shortly after we switched companies, which was probably unrelated, but I secretly think that it was a small shame they felt inside after being jerks about something we all

know better than to do ourselves. Down in the comments we had this story from Mama Bear. I went to the bank, and the armored car guy blocked all the handicap spots. It was winter, icy, and I was on crutches after doing leg surgery. I asked the guy to move. He flipped me the one finger salute. I took a picture of him in his truck and emailed the armored car company. I got a call the next morning from the company telling me they were going to fire the driver because this was the third complaint about him specifically doing that. Bye bye, job!

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