rSlash - r/Maliciouscompliance My Boss Wants to Race Me... But I'm Pro Racer

Episode Date: November 2, 2021

r/Maliciouscompliance In today's episode, OP has a boss who's OBSESSED with racing. The boss forces all of his employees to attend a go kart racing company event so that he can beat all of his employees in the race and feel good about himself. The boss forces OP to go... but the boss isn't aware that OP is a competitive go kart racer. OP absolutely destroys his boss in the race, embarrassing him in front of the whole company! Download the GetUpside app and use Code "Slash" to get up to 50¢ off per gallon on your next tank of gas. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Welcome to R-Slash, a podcast where I read the best posts from across Reddit. Today's subreddit is R-Slash malicious compliance, where OPM bearizes his egotistical boss in front of the entire company. Our next Reddit post is from Taran Misu. A few years back, I started my job as a mechanic, and I was informed of a mandatory monthly go-kart race in the local track, which was promoted by my boss and the owner of the company. The boss did not care if you enjoyed it or not. He booked the time slot and we all had to show up.

It took place right after working hours and we had to pay for our own tickets. It was supposed to be a team building exercise but I could see that the boss really liked race cars through the various pictures and trophies in his office. During that week, in anticipation of the race, my boss would get really hyped up. The race became the only topic of conversation that week, and I was told by colleagues that this was really important. I knew that on the evening of the race, I had to pick up my girlfriend and that would clash with the race. So a couple of days before, I told my supervisor that I wouldn't attend the race. It was after hours and on my own dime anyway, so I didn't think that it would be a problem.

Some 20 minutes later, I'm summoned to the boss's office and he is not looking happy. He tells me that building Team Spirit is one of his priorities and that I'm new there, so I had to give a lot of focus to this monthly event if I was to keep working there, because this was part of the core culture of the company. I really needed that job so I just said, sure thing boss? On the evening of the event I drive to the racing track and upon arrival I see my colleagues all in jeans and t-shirts and my boss in full racing attire. He had racing overalls, racing boots, gloves, hands even a custom helmet.

It dawned on me the reason for the event and why so much attention was given to it. Cart racing was kind of his thing. With about 15 racers, I asked to start dead last. The boss man overheard me talking and said, we're here to race, not just drive around slowly. Up until that point, I wasn't really paying much attention, but I decided to comply and show how important the corporate culture was to me. Starting from the last position, I overtook all the other cards, including boss made on the outside of a fast corner. For those who don't know, overtaking on the outside is often seen as a bold and

arrogant move. After just a few more laps, I reached my boss again, and as I was about to lap him, he went to the pits and stepped out. I duly won the race, and when I made it to the bar after the event, someone told me the boss had left. At the bar, the topic of the evening was how I'd outraised everyone and how the boss, who would won all the races ever since, was livid with my performance. Too bad for

him. I guess I forgot to add on my resume that I raised go-cards competitively as a kid, so I knew what I was doing and I shattered his ricky bobby dreams. After that, I was always courteously invited, but never again required to show up to these events. I went a few times, but I arrived late on purpose so I would just take part in the bar thing and not the race. Was anyone else imagining Michael Scott in this story because this is the most Michael Scott story that I've ever read? Our next read it posted from Sush Coons. When I was a poorly paid and overworked adjunct professor, I once had a student ask me to take another look at his B-paper. Something that I would do any time a student felt strongly they deserved a better grade. This particular paper was messy. It had a good argument in decent research, but it had clunky writing and plenty of grammatical errors. Still, I agreed to take another

look. On my second pass, one sentence caught my attention. I assumed the student had failed to cite a quote and I searched for the quote online. What I found was the original version of the student's essay published in a Yale journal. He had plagiarized the argument and research but rewritten the paper in his own words. Amazingly, that was almost as much work as just writing an original paper. I called him into my office, put both papers side by side, and asked if he had anything to say. He tried to pretend to be confused, but I cut that off. I let him off easy with an F in the class, as long

as he finished all the assignments and tests so he could still learn as much as possible, which he did. So I never had to report him for plagiarism. He could have just gotten away with his B-minus if he hadn't been so smug about it. My guess, OP, is that when he got back a B minus, he was incredibly pissed off because he was thinking, how dare that professor give me a B minus. This is a Yale research paper, and I know that this is a high quality essay,

so this is unfair, blah, blah, blah, blah. Never mind the fact that the problem with the paper wasn't the research, it was his terrible writing skills. I know that a lot of my fans listen to my podcast while they're out running errands. What if I told you that while you're listening to my podcast running errands, you could also be earning money. Get upside as an app that lets you get cash back from locations like gas stations and grocery stores. And get upside doesn't give you coupons or points. It gives you cold hard cash. It's super easy to use, just download it to your phone, check it in

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With that in mind, we get people from a huge surrounding area that come to our town center for tests, medical exams, etc. Maybe as many as 50 small communities use our center on a daily basis, so it's constantly busy. The center itself is quite small compared to hospitals in the city. The various clinics in the basic ER take up most of the space. However, there's also an area by the front doors for the public to sit in if they're waiting for a ride or they're visiting a doctor. This waiting area is the subject of my story today. One day, during the first summer of lockdown here, I had to go to that medical center for

tests. So something to know about me. I am challenged with multiple disabilities. I'm legally blind, have significant mobility and balance issues, and a rather severe heart condition. As such, I use a walking frame, and I use publicly provided transportation for disabled people. This particular day I'd finish my tests early, and I had to wait 45 minutes for my schedule transportation to pick me up.

I figured no problem, I'll just sit in the waiting area, and well, wait. I shuffled over to the seats with my walker plainly evident, and I was confronted by a new sign that said staff only. Say what now? I looked at all the empty seats and vacant tables, and I turned to the clerks of the entrance. I said, can I please have a seat in the waiting area until my transportation comes back? No, it's staff only. You need to wait outside. Um, I can't stay standing for 45 minutes waiting for transportation and I gestured to my plainly visible walking frame. Not my

problem, there are benches to sit on outside. The benches are full and we're supposed to be social distancing, not cuddling up to random strangers on a park bench. If you won, I suppose I could let you take a wheelchair out and sit on that. And how am I supposed to manage a wheelchair and my walking frame at the same time? Again, not my problem. If you won, you can call management when you get home. Are we done here? I guess we are done, and I went outside to find a spot to wait. Well I stood outside for 45 minutes while the sun beat down on me on what turned out to be a hundred and four degree day. As I stood there, I noticed that there was a line of patients growing steadily longer, also standing outside in the heat, waiting to be let inside the building. Some of them looked well, but let's face it, nobody comes to a medical center because they feel 100%

well. Most of them looked quite ill, and some were looking pretty faint by the time they got through those doors. By the time my transportation arrived, I was badly sunburned, thirsty as hell, exhausted, and feeling more than a bit faint myself. My driver was shocked, and he insisted on walking me to my front door when we got home to make sure I was okay. The rest of the day was a complete loss. I spent it drinking water, sleeping, and nursing the sunburns on my shoulders and face. I was a mess! The next day, however, I was pissed.

I had plenty of time to recover and think, and I kept coming back to that line of patience standing in the heat. The more I thought about it, the angrier I got. So the malicious compliance. The clerk's smug words danced through my sun-baked brain like a mantra. You can call management when you get home if you want. So I called the medical center's management. What followed was a half hour conversation with the sweetest lady.

She was so nice and so upset when I told her about what happened the day before. She was especially concerned when she found out about the line of people waiting outside on what turned out to be the hottest day of the summer that year. After our talk, the manager promised to look into it and get back to me. Now, normally, that's sort of a brush off, right? Not so with this lady. Two days later, she called me back. It turns out she had spent the entire day before sitting at the clerk's desk observing things that went on. Things like patience being forced to stand in the rain waiting to get into the center, or patients being poorly spoken to by the same clerk. And the cherry on top, at one point, a tiny elderly lady tried to sit down in the waiting area, and the same clerk ran over and rudely shoved

her aside and snapped, staff-only. He did this with her boss sitting right there. The manager went over, tore down the signs, apologized to the lady and helped her take a seat. Then she took the clerk into her office for a chat. As a result, the medical center was immediately restructured. The staff was moved to an unused gift shop, the waiting room was returned to the public, and best of all, the registry desk removed, so patients no longer had to stand outside waiting to get inside the building. Oh, and I never saw that clerk working there again. Our next reddit post is from RunBunBun. This is my husband's story from a few years ago. He was an equipment salesman, and he had a company pickup that he brought home at night and on weekends.

His company did not allow it for personal use, aside from driving it to and from work. Some of the workers took advantage of having a pickup, and did use it for personal use, and the company installed GPS systems on all company vehicles at the first of the year. My husband was pretty miffed because he hadn't misused the truck, but he figured that he had nothing to hide so he shrugged it off. In February, he had to attend a trade show on Saturday. This triggered the GPS, and he got a nasty call from his boss who was located

in another state. My husband had to provide documentation that he was attending a company sanctioned event. He felt like he was being babysat. This happened a couple of other times as well. One Saturday that spring, he backed the truck out of the garage and onto the driveway to get the lawnmower out. After he finished mowing, he pulled the truck back into the garage. You guessed it. This triggered the GPS twice, and on Monday, his boss called him and chewed him out. My husband tried to explain, but his boss was still mad. You know that you are not to drive the company truck on the weekends. I was moving the truck out of the garage so I could get my mower out. Does your report show how far each trip was? They were 0.0025 miles each. He paused as he seemed to realize how short of a distance these trips were. But well, that doesn't matter. No driving after hours are on the weekends.

This is being noted in your file. So, on the weekends, he either park the truck on the street of the driveway. A few weeks later, his compliance became malicious. We live in the Midwest where thunderstorms, tornadoes, and hail storms are not uncommon. We were under a storm advisory with a strong possibility of hail. I ask my husband, should you move your truck into the garage? You'd think so, but today is a Sunday, and I'm forbidden from driving my truck even a few feet, so it's gonna stay where it is. As Hailstone's a size of quarters came raining down, my husband stood looking out the window

with the truck, grinning. My husband loved explaining the damage to his boss and reminding him why the truck was no longer parked in a nice, safe garage. When he reported the damage, he reminded his boss that it was a shame that he wasn't allowed to move the truck into his garage when he became aware that a storm was coming. The boss knew damn well that he had maliciously followed policy. The policy was reworded a few weeks later, but I'm not sure if my husband caused it. That was our slash malicious

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