rSlash - r/Maliciouscompliance "I Want It EXTRA SPICY!"

Episode Date: September 27, 2020

r/Maliciouscompliance In today's episode, OP is working at a restaurant when a customer comes in and orders a dish extra spicy. OP asks, "Are you sure?" The customer doubles down and demands that they make it even spicier than their spiciest dish! Sure thing boss! Extra super set your tongue on fire spicy, coming right up! If you like this video, subscribe to my channel for more daily Reddit content! 🔔 Subscribe: https://bit.ly/2E3A8i6 💬 Discord: https://discord.gg/VD6eYD3 🎧 Podcast: https://link.chtbl.com/rslash ⚓ Send me a voice message: https://anchor.fm/rslash 📸 Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/rslashyt/ ♪ TikTok: https://www.tiktok.com/@rslash0 🛒 Merch: http://bit.ly/rSlashMerch 🎁 Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/rslash Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

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This happened about six years ago when I worked at my local pub. Now, for context, the landlord operated on grandma's rules for the pub, meaning anything you said or did that would offend my grandma are yours than you're out. You just don't offend grandma. Simple. I used to supervise the bar while my landlord dealt with the office up to help balance the workload. It was a great job overall. Decent wage was right in my doorstep and the regulars were class. Except one. We shall call her Karen.

Karen was getting married to one of the regulars and was a complete beward. She was this horrible morbidly obese woman who would complain about the size of the stools and how it didn't fit her. What's worse, is she didn't even acknowledge you. She would just hoff and puff until she gets a new drink. I hated that, and so did every member of the staff. One day, I got fed up and ignored her because she snapped at me for saying hello. The situation when it's follows. Well, aren't you going to serve me?

Why? Uh, grandma's rules. My grandma would be offended if I sat here with an empty glass for too long. I immediately had a light bulb moment and waited for my moment to strike. I served her as normal and spoke to my landlord about her in the office. I explained what I wanted to do and I got to go ahead. I went back to the bar where Karen was spitting fire at the new bar girl that I was training. I just calmly told the bar girl to ignore and serve the other customers.

I then took her drinks, poured them down the sink and asked her to leave. What are you doing? Sorry, grandma's rules. She thinks you're a B-word and wants you to leave. Spoiler. The land lord is actually a land lady and my grandma. Our next Reddit post is from Dremorca. This was a few years ago when my parents still owned a Chinese takeaway.

I was working the counter and a guy came in and asked for the spiciest chicken curry you have. I just wrote the order down stating extra hot chicken curry. The guy replies, no no no, I'm with the hottest you can make since Chinese people can't make spicy food worth a damn with a big smirk on his face. Challenge accepted. I took the order to the kitchen and told my dad who was cooking to nuke it with chilies. He added in a handful of chilies, but then I remember that I had Blair's ultra-death sauce in the back, as I like really spicy food myself.

This was unfortunately before Carolina Reepers even existed, so I ran and grabbed it, then shook the bottle as hard as I could until I got three tablespoons in and the curry's color changed to a dark, glowing red. I sent a back out with a cheerful, enjoy your meal. When we later the guy returns and says, I'll have a chicken curry please. I replied, as hot as we can make it with an innocent smile. And his face almost went white as he responded quietly. Um, no, thank you. It was, uh, pretty spicy last time.

I spent most of that night with a sore stomach as I drank almost two liters of milk to try to counter the heat. So as someone who's married to a Chinese girl and who's been to China multiple times, I can't confirm Chinese people definitely do know how to do spicy food. Trust me on that one. And down in the comments, we had this story from serious lampshade. Many years ago, my partner was working a pizza chain that shall remain nameless. In those days, the drivers had just about everything. In between deliveries, they did prep, made orders, and sometimes even served the front counter. One quiet night, my partner is swapping between prep and front counter as needed. When a guy who was so drunk, you could smell him before he opened the door came in. He started placing his order with

a girl in the front counter. I want the hottest spicy as pizza you can make. That would be our jalapeno hot and spicy? No, that's for whosys. I want one that's actually spicy. This went on for some time before my partner ran out of patience. You want the ultimate spicy as pizza? No problem.

It'll take about 20 minutes to cook. With a look of triumph to the cashier, the super drunk guy stumbled out of the shop promising to return in 20 minutes. Now being in the middle of doing prep meant cleaning out the benches. One such job involved restocking all of the ingredients, one of which was the jalapenos. At the base of the counter, a liquid collected, jalapenos juice if you will. So my partner laid out this guy's pizza with a spicy sauce, then a layer, jalapeno juice if you will. So my partner laid out this guy's pizza with the spicy sauce, then a layer of jalapenos, then took all the cheese

and marinated it in the jalapeno juice for a few minutes. After a good thick layer of special cheese he sprinkled on the standard pepper toppings and put it in the oven to cook. I'm told that the smell pervading their little shop was quite something. 25 minutes later, Superdrunk I came back, having somehow procured more alcohol. My partner was extra sweet to him, took his money, and said that he hoped he enjoyed his extra, extra spicy pizza. Fast forward a week, and my partner is working the front counter when who should walk in but Superdrunk eye. My partner admits to feeling like this was it, he was going to be fired. Instead this guy now completely sober walked up to him and said, you, you're the guy who made that pizza the other night.

My partner admitted, yeah it was his handiwork. It was the best pizza I've ever had. I don't know what you did, but man, can you do it again? And that's how super drunk I spy see pizza got added informally to the menu. Our next Reddit post is from Jimmy FM. This happened about 9 years ago at one of my first jobs. I was working in sales over the phone, and they had this odd policy of docking your pay 15 minutes if you were even 2 minutes late.

Just for context, at this job, we took credit card details in the like, but due to our security policy, we couldn't be alone when working. There would at least have to be 2 people at any time. There was rarely only 2 people on, so it was never really a problem. One day, I had to come in earlier than usual at about 9 a.m. I walked in about 10 minutes early to go to my desk, and no one is in yet. I walk in about 10 minutes early to go to my desk and no one is in yet. I'm the first one in.

So I put my bag down, turn on my computer, go to the kitchen and make a coffee, bring it back and then go to the bathroom. I walk out to my desk at 902. When I get to my desk, I see my team leader has just walked in and is visibly sweating from being outside. And he still got his backpack on.

He then says, you're late, I'm docking you 15 minutes. Obviously I'm immediately triggered and say that I was there before him, I just went to the bathroom. My bag is right there in front of you on my desk as well as my coffee. I mean, fair enough if he was just sitting at his computer ready to rock and roll, but he had just walked into the office. He ignored what I said and said, doesn't matter, you're late. So I'm proper pissed off, not because of the 15 minutes, but purely because this grunt literally just walked in and is saying, I'm late.

So being at work and not wanting to voice my actual thoughts and lose my job, I say, fine, I'll see you in 15 minutes then and walk off to leave the office. At this point, he realizes that he can't even work now because of company policy. He then says, no, you'll need to wait the 15 minutes here at your desk. At this point, I was beyond being nice, I turned to him and said, are you gonna make me? I didn't wait for an answer and continued off. When I came back 15 minutes later, Team Leader was sitting there with this general manager and he had obviously only told a half this story because of the reception I got.

What seems to be the problem? Team Leader said you threatened him. I then explained to him how I was there before him and he was docking my pay for being late and he was the one that was late. I had already come in earlier than usual and now I'm getting my pay docked when I did nothing wrong by the person who did do something wrong. I pointed out that I had set myself up to work already, coffee made as well, and insisted they check the security footage if they didn't believe me, which

drew a look from the general manager to my team leader. Anyway, they checked the security cameras and my story checked out. The general manager said, I would get paid the 15 minutes anyway as I did nothing wrong and even though I walked off, it shouldn't have happened. Team leader got the sack about 2 months later for other reasons, not exactly sure why, but I didn't care to listen to them afterwards. Down in the comments, we have this story from Gennelmit. I worked a job once where I was always 30 to 45 minutes early due to transportation issues. And like the young idiot I was, I'd start working right away, technically for free, since

I never put those extra minutes on my time card. One day, I was 4 minutes late. My manager came to my desk, and in front of all of my co-workers gave me a 20 minute lecture on how important it was for us to work our scheduled hours. After that, I'd sit in my desk, eat my breakfast, drink my tea, and read a book. No matter how backed up or busy it was. And every time a manager came over to ask me to help out, I'd remind them how important it was to work our exact scheduled hours. Never give the company free labor. Ah, the employees

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20s when I was out of the blue, head-on-did-by-another company. The position was a promotion, more money, and I was to be trained to take over from the office manager when he retired. I took the job. It was horrible. The work was nothing like they said. I was basically looking after a bunch of idiots who couldn't tell their butts from their elbows or be honest about their work timings. They lied on job sheets, didn't turn up for work, and I spent the entire time dealing with crisis after crisis. I'd been there about three months and was looking for a way out when the manager suddenly announced the office was closing. Imagine quiet dances of joy on my part. No one else was happy though. I quietly asked the manager if he knew this was happening when he offered me the job and

he refused to answer. This was a very valuable lesson for my future because it made me realize that not everyone has your best interest at heart. A few days later I got my monthly pay slip and for the first and only time in my life it had a negative value. I nearly had a heart attack. From my salary, they had taken not only emergency tax, but also a large chunk for the company's pension scheme, which I didn't have to join because of my age. The HR department decided that I had to be older than I was because of the job I had.

I was so upset. I hadn't signed up for this and asked for it back. The HR department basically told me to go submit a form and they would consider it. Even though their paperwork said that at their discretion, they would cancel my voluntary pension contribution. There was nothing I could do. I was very smugly told that there wasn't anything in the scheme's rulebook to cover their taking money in these circumstances. I was spitting feathers when I had to pay them before I could leave. Admittedly, it was only a couple of pounds, but it was the principle of the matter. Now here's where the malicious compliance comes in.

A few months later, to my surprise, the pension people rang me at my new place of work and asked where they could send me a check from my contribution to. I thought about it for a split second before saying, nah, I'm good. It can stay in your pension scheme. They were so shocked and kept insisting that they could send me a check and I just said no, keep it in the scheme. You won it, you got it. The reason I did this was because when I moaned to my dad about this, dear old dad had a laugh and pointed out that the scheme would be sending me statements every year to tell me how much my contributions had increased, and how much I would be getting and asking whether I had any questions. Wisely or rather unwisely, he pointed out that this would cost a lot more than the amount

that I had paid in. So I left it there. They insisted it should come out of my salary, so they can invest it for me. Over the years, I've been contacted by them offering to pay me different amounts of money to settle it, and I've said, nah, I'm good each time. When I got married, I didfully filled out all the paperwork for a change of name and sent it off to them. This kicked off, another round of them saying, us settle with you and me saying no.

In 3 years, I'll be entitled to a lump sum of approximately 75 bucks, plus an annual pension of 17 pounds. I suspect that over the years, it's cost them a lot more to manage that. Quite frankly, I may not claim it when the time comes, as that apparently would kick off a lot more paperwork as they have to have a reason for people not to claim it. Admittedly looking back on this as I typed it, it seems so silly and pathetic, but it still brings a smile to my face when I think of the panic in that little man's voice. When I told him my minischool salary could stay in this scheme.

He did try to force me to take the money, but as I pointed out to him, there wasn't a rule covering money taken in this situation, but there was a rule saying that all contributions accepted by this scheme had to be processed. Our next credit post is from Mugoo. I got accepted into college and had to quit my job of two years. I submitted my resignation papers and had two months of notice period left. I didn't form my manager and team, but I didn't account for Mr. S, who was technically on my team, but worked from the client offices overseas, so I don't get to see him ever.

Background on Mr. S. He was hired as a mediator between the client and us, but had years of technical experience, so he often helped us out with technical work. But he was always a snob about it. He made sure to CC every possible manager in every email to show that he was doing a lot more than his role was required to do. Everyone hated how commanding and rude he was. Most meetings with him was just the entire team listening to him complain and moan for 20 minutes. He had no boundaries and would call up at odd hours of the night just to prove a point. He would promise clients certain results with unreasonable timelines without consulting

the team, leading to late delivery and terrible client ratings. Since I had two months left to go at work, I wasn't quick to give up responsibilities and transfer knowledge to my colleagues. I handled an important client-basing task, and I've been doing it for the two years that I worked there. I never taught it to anyone else, because it was a relatively easy task, and it hadn't been screwed up in two years. We could info from the client that my task was undergoing major upgrades, and needed to be done extra carefully and on priority for the next week. I know that Drelin get to work as usual.

Mr. S calls me up on Skype to re-emphasize the importance of the task this week. I just replied to him that I've been following all protocols every week and will continue the same as usual, being careful of the upgrades. He considers my answer as unprofessional and inconsiderate, and proceeds to tell me how I'm not that important to the team and that my job was easily replaceable. He then cut the call, and proceeded to reassign all my tasks for the next two months to someone else, while also formally emailing everyone that no new task were to be assigned to me. There I sat, maliciously complying, watching my teammates struggle to run my task, unable to help.

I sat around doing nothing for the last two months of my job. Luckily, I was working from home so that meant two months of paid leave. Down the comments, Midflink says, You could send him a thank you message for the two months of pay time off. How did you know I'm starting college this fall and put in two months notice to our boss? Thank you for the paid time off present and then OP replies he still hates me The last time he came up to me for help was glorious because I could hear the defeat in his voice I was the only one who knew how to do the task and he had to cave in and ask me That was our slash malicious compliance and if you

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