rSlash - r/Maliciouscompliance Incompetent Moron VS Military Veteran

Episode Date: January 21, 2025

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Welcome to r slash malicious compliance, where a guy messes with the wrong US military veteran. Our next Reddit post is from Paper Mew. Junior year of high school, I had a real knob of a math teacher, Mr. Kramer. He was always picking on students and lived to fail people. I had an A in the class come interim report time and he demanded everyone get it signed by their parents and returned. Usually, this was reserved for folks with grades C or lower. I didn't bring it home to have it signed. Mr. Kramer spent 20 minutes of class time having each of us call our parents in front

of the class who failed to comply. I was last and all the other students with failing grades were fussing and sucking their teeth. I, however, couldn't wait. My mom has little patience for BS. When it was my turn, I called my retired Lieutenant Colonel Mother, who at the time was working as a middle school teacher in the middle of her robotics class. She was so worried I was calling because at the time I was having a lot of health issues

and had regular standing appointments on base to get injections every single day. I tell my mom that Mr. Kramer asked me to call because I didn't have my interim report signed. Thinking I was failing, she demanded to know my grade. I tell her I have an A in the class. At this point, she politely requests that I hand the phone to Mr. K. He has this smug look and just stares at me, thinking that I just got in trouble. Quickly, he turns around and everyone can hear her barking at him for wasting her time

enacting useless policies. And how dare he waste valuable class time as one teacher to another. He's quietly mumbling, Yes ma'am. Yes ma'am. Then he hangs up the phone and resumes class. I was never asked to call my parents again in his class. Down in the comments, we have this story from Zizou Gettin.

My father was a captain in the US Navy. He fought in Vietnam and had thousands of men and women under his command. Yet I've never seen his war face. Except once. I was on a Boy Scout trip to the Blue Ridge Mountains, four hours away. As we were breaking camp, my buddy John and I decided to go up to the scenic view one last time, which was just three minutes up a hill. When we came back, everyone was gone.

At first we thought, oh no, we're lost in the woods! And then remembered that there's a ranger station about two miles down. We hiked there and asked to borrow the phone to make a collect long distance call. I get my dad on the line, explain the situation, and he tells me to give the phone to the Ranger. And the Ranger gives him directions to where we are. It was a long four hour wait, and an even longer ride home. Almost completely silent. About ten minutes from home, my dad pulls over and makes a call on a payphone to my

Scoutmaster and tells him to meet us at the church parking lot where the Scouts meet. We get there, and our Scoutmaster, Mr. Frost, was waiting. My dad says, Stay in the van. John and I just nod. Mr. Frost stands there with his hands up in an Okay, let me explain pose, and my dad cuts him off. I have never seen one grown man so thoroughly dress down another grown man in my life. The most terrifying part was my father never raised his voice. Something in my dad just shifted and suddenly he was a goddamn commanding officer of a United States naval base, telling some poor nobody that his level of screw up from the True Course of Rectitude had been noted and it had angered the powers on high. Their very avatar stood now, in the body of my father, addressing that scoutmaster with

cool, calculated, righteous anger that had not the barest hint, but really just the implication, of focus, controlled, murderous rage underneath. Mr. Frost was not a military man, but you could watch his very attitude melt into pure submission. My dad got back in the van and took John home. Then he and I are alone in the car for the 10 minutes it took to get from John's house to ours. I asked him,

Dad, are you mad at me? He said, No, you did something stupid, but Mr. Frost's job is to protect you from that. I will say this though, learn from this and don't do it again. Message received. When I became a Scoutmaster years later, you better effing believe I counted my kids twice before a single car rolled out. Never lost one kid.

Our next Reddit post is from NoExchange. Back in the mid 2010s, I had my phone insured through a premium bank account. The deal was simple. Pay a fixed amount and they'd either repair or replace your phone. The amount that I paid was the same whether it was a cracked screen or a full replacement, so it seemed like a solid arrangement. One day, I cracked my phone screen. It still worked fine and I had a holiday coming up, so I decided to wait until I got back to file a claim. When I finally called the insurance company, the

representative asked when the damage had happened, so I told her honestly. That's where the trouble started. She explained that I had waited too long to report the damage. That there was a time limit for claims, around 10 days, and I'd missed it. I explained that the phone was still usable and I'd missed it. I explained that the phone was still usable and I'd needed it for my trip. But she wouldn't budge. Rules were rules, she said, and my claim was invalid. Her tone was borderline smug. Fine, I thought, let's try some preemptive malicious compliance. So what should I do if the phone gets damaged further? You'd need to call us back and file a new claim, but make sure it's within the time frame.

Got it. And I can't include the existing screen damage, right? Correct. The new claim would have to be for unrelated damage. She seemed oblivious to where this was going, so I pressed on. So how likely is it that a cracked screen could lead to water damage? If water got in and fried the motherboard, you'd most likely have to replace the whole phone, right? There was a long pause. Then she said that she needed to speak to her supervisor. When she came back, her tone had changed. Suddenly they were willing to overlook the missed time frame and process my original claim for the cracked screen.

OP, I thought where you were going with this was you would just call back the next day and be like, Whoops, I dropped my phone down a mountain and then a hammer landed on top of it. So could you just replace my phone please? Thanks, bye! Our next Reddit post is from Homer Simpson. My department shares a downstairs bathroom with another department and two secretaries. The bathroom is 15 feet from one of the secretary's desk and the customer service desk. When I started working there, I was told that the upstairs bathroom is the shitter and the

downstairs bathroom is the pisser. I adhere to this important policy religiously. After four months, my boss pulled me aside about the downstairs bathroom. He asked if I was turning the water on when I was taking a piss, and I told him, no. The secretary closest to the bathroom, Amanda, had complained that she could hear me pee and it made her uncomfortable. My boss asked me to turn the sink faucet on when I'm in there to appease Amanda. Today I used the downstairs bathroom and turned the faucet on when I'm in there to appease Amanda. Today, I used the downstairs bathroom

and turned the faucet on as requested. As I'm peeing, I felt gas pressure build up. I took the opportunity to push out the loudest and longest fart possible. It echoed like a bomb went off. After I finished, I clean up and walk out to see Amanda fuming. Within three minutes, my boss gets up to see her because she requested to talk to him. She complained about how she heard me fart and it was unacceptable in the office setting. My boss asked her, was the water running? Amanda said, yeah, but my boss cut her off and said, we're done here. He came back with a giant grin and gave me a high five. Our next Reddit post is from Really Tired. I work remotely for a small company of 100 employees, and based on my contract, I have to return to the office for a week four times a year.

The last time I went back was in November. In the contract, it's laid out that my employer pays 100% of my hotel, gas, and airfare. Normally, this is an extremely uneventful routine. It's a mid-sized Midwestern city with not much to do. It is what it is. A few months before I went back up, we had our financial audit and one thing that was pointed out to our accounting department was a lack of controls on purchasing. The way it used to be was every manager and supervisor had a company credit card with a $15,500 balance,

and as long as we stayed under that limit, we didn't have to do any kind of purchase orders. After our audit, my accounting team decided to make purchase orders 100% of their focus. Going forward, it doesn't matter what it was, what the situation was, if you didn't have an improved purchase order, you could not make the transaction. All this happened in early October as I was trying to book my hotel for my on-site week in November. So, I put the purchase order in for the hotel and I don't hear anything back. I forget about it for a couple of weeks, then remember mid-October that I still don't have a hotel room booked.

When I initially made the request, it was about $550 for 4 nights. This time, it was up to550 for 4 nights. This time, it was up to $700 for 4 nights. I send an email to my accounting folks that I need to book a hotel, rates are going up, room availability is going down, yadda yadda. I get a tersely worded email back saying that everyone has different priorities and my purchase order will be addressed once the other ones before it are done. So I sit back and wait and keep checking every other day and keep seeing prices go up. I send a weekly email asking if it's approved yet and I keep getting absolute silence back. Finally, a week before I'm supposed to leave, I email my accounting team with the CFO included

saying that if I don't book a room that day, there wouldn't be any left and I wouldn't be able to make it over there for the strategic planning work. About 30 minutes later, I get an email that says, You're authorized to reserve a hotel for 4 nights. Cool, I book it. That $550 room is now $1200. I book it and move on with my life and I don't think anything of it. Last week, I got around to uploading my credit card receipts and submitted my expense report

which included that $1,200 hotel stay. I got a call from my CFO today just exploding on me, furious about where the hell did I stay that cost that much and what was I thinking? I very calmly just forwarded the original purchase order and all the emails I sent saying that prices were raising. I heard dead silence on the phone as he read through the email chains and just said, For F's sake! and hung up. At the end of the day, all the supervisors got an email that the purchase order system

was being shut down until they could figure out how to manage it better. Our next reddit post is from PMYourLeftNipple. I was a system administrator for a big telecommunications company in one smaller department. There were two admins, me and James. James was awesome, super intelligent, very friendly, and was great at his job. He and I decided that I would come in early and he would stay late, so there was more coverage during the day. It worked great for both of us, for a few years.

I would get to work around 6.30am, do my job, and then after 9 hours I would go home around 4.30 every day. James would show up around 10.30 and would usually be the last person to leave around 7. My old boss left and my new boss, Tom, was a major idiot and a huge butthole. He knew nothing about IT and should have never been put in charge of people. He was a nepotism hire. After about 6 months of Tom working there, he brought me into his office. He said he was very concerned about how I would just up and leave every day at 4.30,

so consistent that you could set your watch to it. I tried to explain that I'm here early at 6.30, three hours before he showed up and four hours before James showed up, but Tom was having none of that. I was leaving way too early. I asked him what my hour should be. He said that I should be more like James. James is usually here long after everyone leaves. Once again, I tried to point out that James gets here late, four hours after me, and leaves after an 8 and a half hour day. Tom just couldn't comprehend that. So I complied. I told him that I would be the last one to leave from now on.

Tom was happy. So I came to work at about 10.15 the next morning, which was a Friday. I started my normal routine, and about 10 minutes later, James came in. We worked the day, and then we both left at around 6.45. And I made sure that James left the building before me. The following Monday, I once again showed up at 10.15. This time, there were about a dozen emails and a few voicemails from managers and executives all over the company wanting to know why they haven't received their daily reports. I explained to them that my hours have changed and they'd be getting their daily reports

by 1pm. One of those executives was my boss's boss's boss. Before the end of the day, I was in this boss's boss's boss's office with Tom and Tom's boss. I explained to this big boss the same situation I'd explained to Tom before all this started. She immediately told Tom that the work I did between 6.30 and 10.30 was mission critical to the entire company, and I was to immediately go back to my old schedule. I then sheepishly pointed out that me and James were working slightly over 8 hours a

day. So starting the next day and every day after, I showed up early, did my work, and smiled and waved at Tom when I went home at 3.30 in the afternoon. So consistent, you could set your watch by it. Our next Reddit post is from 50ManyQuestions. I'm a high school English teacher. I have two major annoyances when it comes to kids doing work. First, a lot of kids don't read or listen to directions. Assignment instructions are written on their papers and I read them out loud, but I still

have students asking me, what are we doing? That's no big deal though, it's a pretty normal thing to deal with as a teacher. The real issue bugging me is students cheating on writing assignments using chat GPT. I'm pretty good at spotting AI generated essays, but the problem is that when I try to accuse students of using AI, they deny it. They act outrage that I would accuse them even though we both know they're playing dumb. I usually just give them a zero and move on with my life, but there's always the fear

that one of them might take the issue to administration. If they did, I'm confident that admin would back me up. It's hard to prove that something is AI generated, and these days, higher ups are more likely to side with the students. So I hatched a plan. I gave an open-ended creative writing assignment. The direction said to write a story about anything you want and then answer some questions about the story you wrote.

The thing is, when you ask ChatGPT to tell me a story, it always spits out the exact same story about a girl named Alara who lived in the woods. Once upon a time, in a small village nestled between rolling hills and dense forests, there lived a young woman named Alara. She was known throughout the village for her curiosity and sense of adventure, always eager to explore the world beyond the familiar paths of her home. In a slightly smaller print under the instructions, I wrote, If your main character's name is Alara, you get negative 99 points.

Lo and behold, I got one or two kids turn in a story about a girl named Lara who lives in the woods. When I turn back the papers with a grade of 1 out of 100, because I find that stings more than a zero, the kids predictably asked why. And all I had to do was point to the instructions that they didn't read. There was no need to mention AI. We both knew what they did. Down in the comments we have this story from Squirrely Girly.

When I was in college, I had an ethics professor catch a student cheating. This was way back before AI, but people could still find papers online. The student denied he cheated, but the professor showed him where he found it online and pointed to the name of the author. It was the professor. It was The Professor.