rSlash - r/Pettyrevenge I Stole a Kitten from an Abuser

Episode Date: October 27, 2024

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This allowed my dad to be a stay at home dad and for me and my siblings to get a good education. When I graduated from college, I decided to go into the same field as my mom. While I love her and our relationship is good, I very much did not want to be only viewed as her kid or receive special treatment due to how well regarded she is, so I used my dad's surname. And I generally keep who my mom is to myself. I also avoided coming to work for her. In my field and country, it's generally accepted that people are hired for a trial

period, at the end of which either the employee or employer can cut ties with no fines or compensation required. So anyway, I went to work at one company. Again, I'll remind you, this is a very niche market with very few employment opportunities. I went in for my trial period and everyone seemed pretty happy with me. I put out some fires and one superior described me as a workhorse because I'm first to the office and last out the door. It goes pretty well, except for one colleague in my team. This dude is a HUGE jerk. I'm a bit of a people pleaser and try to be on good terms with everyone, but this jerk will have none of it. This dude is incredibly rude. He keeps being very confrontational. Like if any colleague, not just me, was getting any sort of acknowledgement, this jerk would

belittle them and their accomplishment. If someone was saying they had a rough time with something, Jerk would pop up going, oh yeah, I did that a while back and it was super easy. Whenever someone tried talking about future plans with me, Jerk would go, oh yeah, we'll see about that. He also apparently says some very unkind things about my appearance and masculinity, but those at least he had the decency to say behind my back, I suppose, and I only learned about them later.

Like, this dude was incredibly mean, for apparently no reason except trying to make himself look better by making everyone else look worse. This one thing wasn't true to me specifically because I'm a male, but his meanness seemed to apply especially to women. A few of his comments were about how working in this field isn't for moms and they should be raising kids or whatever and some other very bad stuff. But management seemed pretty content keeping him around because apparently he was a pretty good worker and they liked that he was ambitious.

Fine. My trial period ends. I'm offered a permanent position, but I decide this is not the place for me as I don't love being anybody's workhorse and I have very little interest in sticking around in Jerk's vicinity. I respectfully inform them that I will not be sticking around and I have very little interest in sticking around in Jerk's vicinity. I respectfully inform them that I will not be sticking around and I go find work elsewhere. On my last day, I come to say goodbye. Management says they're sorry to see me go.

Colleagues wish me well and say they're going to miss me. The jerk goes, ha! Told you OP wasn't going to stick around! Good riddance! Maybe this field isn't for you either." He said it very loudly. I just leave. I'm not very confrontational and I don't have to deal with him anymore anyway so I

just go. Some time goes by and I'm now employed elsewhere. I'm happy and doing well. I love my work and my colleagues. I've been promoted and I don't really think about Jerk anymore. Except, apparently there's a relative influx of applicants from Jerk's company. Whatever. My boss knows that I did a trial period over there, so whenever an applicant comes up,

he asks me about my experience with them. There are very few people I dislike, so when asked, I usually give my honest opinion, which is usually very positive. But guess whose application we suddenly receive? It's Jerk! My boss asks for my opinion and I say, look, I have personal feelings about this person and I can't be objective. My boss, knowing just how positive I usually am about basically everyone, asks me what's

up, and eventually I tell him. I tell him everything. Jerk, obviously, doesn't get hired, and I assume that's the end of that. A few days later, we have a family dinner. My mom goes, wait, you had a trial period at such and such company, right? Do you know Jerk? Well, my mom knew that there was generally a person I really didn't get along with at that company and the terrible things they did. And I

tell her that, yeah, that's the guy. Obviously, she's not going to hire him either, especially given his views on women. So my company ends up hiring one of Jerk's former coworkers. Me and this girl are on great terms and this is how I discovered what happened here. Jerk got promoted and that made a bunch of people want to leave. This caused management to look into why and why strong applicants were leaving after their trial period was over. Turned out it was because of Jerk. Someone had a talk with him and from what I gather, he was not receptive to criticism.

He was let go. This is when Jerk applied to the company that I was working for as well as my mom's. From what I understand, he no longer works in our field. There are, as I mentioned, not many employers around. But unfortunately, I have no idea what he does do. You guys ever hear that phrase, being nice is free? Well, this story proves the follow-up to that phrase, being mean is expensive. Our next Reddit post is from Lomope.

During my freshman year at university, I'd been working on a group project with four people. We'd completed an experiment as part of a physics module and each needed to write a report, approximately 2500 words to be assessed. As the deadline for this module fell slap bang in the middle of a really active few weeks, I took the uncharacteristically organized decision to write and submit my report a few weeks early. Job done!

Free to party over varsity week! One of my colleagues left everything until the last minute and called me in a panic two days before the due date and asked if I could share my report with her so that she could understand how to structure the report and present the data. Me being a bit dopey and probably still a bit intoxicated from a week of partying sent her my report in its entirety. The following day, the night before submission, she called me again and asked if I could proofread her report and make any minor

adjustments I saw fit before she submitted. I agreed and she emailed the document over. Much to my horror, she basically copied and pasted my entire report. I couldn't believe that she was moronic enough to send me the report to look at given that she had plagiarized the whole thing. This is where I became quite vengeful and petty. I first used the find and replace function on word and replaced commonly used words from our experiment with vulgarities. I then replaced a step-by-step methodology from our experiment with a step-by-step recipe for spaghetti bolognese.

The data table was replaced with the box scores from the NFL games that weekend. I took the time to change the author's names and her references to characters from Harry Potter. For example, Weasley et al. 2009, Dumbledore and Grindelwald 2008. To top things off, I rewrote her conclusion as a confession that she attempted to plagiarize my report. I sent the revised document to her and fully expected to receive an angry phone call in response. I did receive an angry phone call, three weeks later when she was called in for a faculty meeting due to academic misconduct. Apparently, being the dingbat she was, she hadn't

even proofread the document that I'd sent her and then just submitted it. She hadn't failed the module, but she was under threat of expulsion because she tried to blame me for the content of the document, so she had inadvertently admitted to attempting plagiarism. Upon returning to the faculty five years later as a research fellow, I discovered that the director of teaching had kept a copy of the report and routinely showed it to students as a warning not to plagiarize. Our next reddit post is from its mobile landman. I'm a contractor.

While working on a project in a very remote location, I arranged to buy and bring two rounds of breakfast tacos for the staff of the county facility where I'd be working for the next week in exchange for free copy privileges. The boss gave approval on the phone and the total for the tacos that week came out to just over a hundred bucks. This was a great exchange as the budget for the copy machine was upwards of a thousand dollars.

My receipts, along with the supporting credit card statements that I submitted at the end of the billing cycle, was declined by my boss. I wasn't too angry, but a deal's a deal, and I called the boss to remind him that he'd approved of this expense. His response? You should have gotten it in writing. This pissed me off royally, but I finished the project as promised and was working on another project for another client less than a week later. A couple of months go by and the boss, who chiseled me out of the 100 bucks, called me to see if I was available to work on another project, beginning on the first of the next

month and after some haggling I agreed. The work schedule would be tight, and in his words, this was an all hands on deck project with nights and weekends expected. I was also told that this was a new client and they wanted to impress him. A couple of days before the project was set to begin, my boss called me to tell me the engagement paperwork was on the way

and to check my email. I told him I decided not to work on the project after all and he was furious. He screamed and I mean screamed, you agreed to work on this project weeks ago. I repeated his words verbatim, you should have gotten it in writing. Down in the comments we have this story from Family Guy. My boss owns six different companies. I deal with five of them. I heard there was a small problem on the sixth company that I don't work for and mentioned

it to him. He told me to stay in your lane. Several weeks later, there was a big problem at company six. He asked me if I knew about it. I said, yeah, a couple of weeks ago. He got very pissed and asked me why I hadn't mentioned it. I told him I was staying in my lane and he learned his lesson. Then beneath that, another story from Ashes of a Duralog. This happened with a job that I worked at a long time ago. The process that I'd

been taught had a lot of flaws, so I tried improving it. The boss who taught me the process got insanely offended that I wasn't doing it exactly the way that he showed me. I tried to say, I think I know a better way, but he cut me off and said, you don't get paid to think. Alright, if that's how you want to play it. Not even a week later, one of his flaws in the process reared its head and the boss is screaming at me, WHY DIDN'T YOU THINK TO CHECK THIS?! Unfortunately for me, he wasn't in the mood to learn a lesson in being a better manager and fired me at the end of the day. I still feel like I got the last laugh as they went out of business six months later.

Our next reddit post is from OutterSenshi. I have a coworker that I don't get along with. I tried being friendly with him when I first started, but he listened to a co-worker who worked in my unit, and that co-worker only ever spoke badly about me. She later admitted that it's because she has a hard time making friends, is shy, and sometimes being a little bit mean helps her open up. Anyways, this co-worker guy is only ever nice and helpful to the girls. For the longest time, I was the only guy in my unit. That means that if he had info that he needed to share with me, he would take it to my boss.

If he had info to share with anyone else in my unit, he would come bearing gifts, usually Mexican or Japanese snacks. He prefers his private messages to be only from the girls in the office. Recently he directly told me to only message him in the group chat. If it wasn't for the way that he treated me, I would have been okay with that. There's managers in the group chat, timestamps, etc. I began to message him in the group chat, but only to point out his errors, showing that he was making people wait up to an hour to hear from him

on issues that normally take 2-5 minutes to get a response back on. I was sending messages that people are waiting for him and implying that he should be taking calls that he promises to take and not leaving them to flirt with girls in the office. In the last hour of the day, he came back to me and just quickly said, Please send messages for me directly to me. But I didn't. He was, after all, very stern about me needing to message him in the group chat. Our next reddit post is from StrangeMarzipan. My 15-year-old daughter and I visited the local humane society on a weekly basis. It was free therapy for her, as cuddling the kittens and watching them play was a great endorphin rush. We were in the kitten room when a little girl, maybe 6 or 7 years old, entered with her father.

I watched as the girl manhandled the kittens, picking them up by their legs, hitting one in the head after it swiped at her, and listened to her whiny voice saying, "'That one's ugly!" or, "'Yuck, look at his eye, that's gross! She said this about a kitten who was obviously healing an eye injury. She eventually zeroed in on the only little orange and white kitten who was very chill despite her aggressive handling of it. She declared to her dad after a few moments that this was the one she wanted. Her dad asked if she was sure and she said yes. She spent a few more minutes holding the cat up in the air, bouncing him around like a

ball and just really being a little turd. I stood up and went to the wall where all the cage cards were and quickly found the sheet for the only orange kitten in the room. I took the card out of the slot and sat back down. After a few more minutes, I walked up to the little girl and nicely said, Can I please have him? We're adopting him. She glared at me and said, No, he's mine!

Her dad walked over and I said, We'd visited him earlier and we even have his cage card. I am sorry. He told his daughter to hand over the kitten and she lost her mind. She carried on and screamed like a spoiled brat for five minutes while holding on to the terrified kitten who was trying to get away. She only wanted the orange one and didn't like any of the other ugly kittens. It took her dad yelling at her to get her to finally throw the kitten across the room and then stomp away.

My daughter went and picked up the kitten, and long story short, Otis has now been happily living his best life in my home for seven years, and we love him so much. I hope that little twat never got a kitten. That was our slash petty revenge, and if you liked this content, be sure to follow my podcast, because I put out new Reddit podcast episodes every single day.