rSlash - r/Prorevenge I Destroyed My Evil Boss's Life

Episode Date: November 28, 2025

0:00 Intro 0:07 Landlord 7:18 Chairman 14:32 Firefighter Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

At Desjardin, we speak business. We speak equipment modernization. We're fluent in data digitization and expansion into foreign markets. And we can talk all day about streamlining manufacturing processes. Because at Desjardin business, we speak the same language you do. Business. So join the more than 400,000 Canadian entrepreneurs who already count on us. And contact Desjardin today.

We'd love to talk, business. Welcome to R.S. Pro Revenge, where O.P. completely destroys his evil boss's life. Our next Reddit post is from Metal Dude. I'm a 35-year-old guy working at a major wholesale company in Belgium. I was second in command at a large branch of this company. My branch manager, who was 40, was a complete butthole. Let's call him Stalin. He also responds to Antichrist or Satan, but let's keep it at Stalin.

I was working for this company for quite a while at this point. I always got along with my direct superiors, and I was now second in command, well on my way to becoming branch manager myself one day. But then, out of the blue, my old manager got promoted to headquarters and was replaced by a new manager, introducing Stalin. The guy was a few years older than me and introduced himself to the team as someone who gets things done, and that we would grow into the most successful branch of the company under his wings.

He also didn't like the word, can't, claiming that he was deaf to that word. He was a winner and only surrounds himself with other winners. Roll my eyes. Everyone immediately knew that we had a character on our hands. From week one, it was clear to everyone that Stalin didn't know the first thing about the company and what we were selling, and he didn't know anything about leading a team and working with people. He always had to know everything better than others and had the annoying tendency to let other people do most of his work. So yeah, as second in command, I suddenly had a lot on my plate. I'm not going to bore you guys with the details, but my full-time job just became two full-time

jobs because I had to do most of Stalin's work too, as in, here you go, and never expect a thank you or good job. So Stalin was a terrible boss. Surely, things couldn't get any worse than this, could they? Spoiler alert, but yes, yes they could. One day I was working and got a telephone call. The person on the other side of the line introduced himself as an important manager of our biggest competitor. For such an important manager, his French was really bad, so I already figured something was fishy. And why would a competitor call me and introduce himself as being an important person? Turns out, this quote, manager was offering me a job at their company if I was willing to share any company secrets of my current employer, and maybe try to steal some customers

away from the competitor's company. I didn't buy this absurd conversation, but I remain friendly and respectfully declined his offer. One hour later, I got called into Stalin's office. He then confronted me with the phone call and told me he was testing me to see if I was loyal to the company and him. He ended this baffling conversation with the words, and I will continue to test you from time to time in the future. What the hell? This guy prank called me himself to test my loyalty, while I was drowning in work because I had to do most of his work as well. And this dude, over here was spending his newly acquired free time by doing stunts like this. Who does this? This is the stuff you see in bad comedies, not real life. Things got even worse in the

weeks to come. Stalin began to do less and less of his work. There were times when I came into his office to ask for help, only to find him reading the newspaper or even playing online poker. He didn't even try to hide it. After all, why should he? He was so superior, remember? When we didn't hit our mark and the results were not as good as anticipated, he would round everybody up and yell at us. He was expecting results from now on, and he wouldn't hesitate to fire people if they didn't have what it took, all the while without doing anything himself. To make things worse, he fired people who were easily fired, like new workers without a long-term contract, to set an example. And he didn't replace them to save on costs. So now, everyone was working 40 plus

hours on their 35-hour contracts just to keep the branch up and running. Well, almost everyone. Natalie, the head of a small yet important department, stopped working at noon every single Friday. And Stalin himself sure didn't do 40 hours? Nuh. Every Tuesday, he was gone by 2 p.m. His weekly tie massage and relaxing spa. Every Thursday, he'd come in later and later. Turns out, Wednesday evening was soccer training. So after training, he was busy drinking. He was busy drinking. beer like there was no tomorrow. On top of that, every Friday afternoon he was gone as well. He told us that he always went to the headquarters in Brussels. He was meeting with the board and the big boss. I recognize BS when I see it. My former managers never had to do that.

Also, very mysteriously, he was gone every Friday just like Natalie was. You already know where I'm hitting with this, but that's for later. Some juicy stuff coming up. Stalin also got the pleasure from calling certain people into his office and yelling at them in person, threatening them with their job if they didn't start working harder and more hours. He especially seemed to target the youngest and newest employees, and if possible, the females. I don't recall him ever treating more mature male co-workers like this, but we as a team made things work and we hit our targets a few months in a row. So at the New Year reception, Stalin got called on stage,

where the big boss, the head of the entire company, handed him an award, manager of the year. Instead of thanking his employees, this sack of turds started thanking the big boss for the faith that he had given him, thanked his pregnant wife, and then he started complimenting himself. He was a good manager, with a nose for good business, and he knows how to get the best out of people, blah, blah, blah. I nearly vomited. It was disgusting to watch. And then the applause he received.

This was his moment, and he wanted everybody to know. The next day, the trophy he received, which was a cheap piece of metal, was on an especially designed piece of furniture in the middle of his office. Honestly, Stalin reminded me of Steve Carell of the office at this point, but an evil version with an even bigger ego. A week later, I was working late again, and by sheer luck, I glanced over at the security camera, and I was in shock. I witnessed Stalin kissing one of our heads of the department in a parking lot.

Natalie and Stalin? Natalie was a bit of an odd girl, a pretty girl, but I always had the feeling she didn't really have all of her marbles in place. She actually went to the same high school and university as my girlfriend, so the two knew each other without being friends. Small world. So, Natalie was dating Stalin. I thought she was smarter than this. And wait a minute. Didn't Stalin think his? his wife during that terrible speech at New Year? His pregnant wife? Oh, what a butthole. He's cheating on his pregnant wife? Just when I thought this guy couldn't get any worse, because I knew he was the

worst of the worst. To show off his power to anyone, he had this annoying habit of controlling everyone's vacation days like a Roman emperor who's controlling the fate of the fallen gladiators. In his first year as a manager, I requested vacation in October, and he denied me that week, only to grant me the leave of absence two weeks before I was supposed to go on holiday. I was planning on going to Greece with my girlfriend and her family, but because I didn't get my holiday approved in time, my girlfriend's family decided to postpone and go another time. My girlfriend and her father didn't apply for a vacation because of this. Stalin didn't just screw me over. He screwed my in-laws and girlfriend over as well. He refused to give me that holiday, only to grant it to me afterwards to show to me that

he's the boss. And that cost me a trip to Athens. He truly was a major douchebag. The guy's ego had gotten so large, it deserved its own national flag by this point. I swear to God, if it got any bigger, astronauts would easily spot it from space, just like the Chinese wall. I hated that prick. The next year came, and because I witnessed him doing this to other employees and myself, I figured I needed a plan. I requested a holiday off, and surprise, surprise, Stalin denied me my vacation again. He claimed he needed me at work that month because of an inventory, which was done by other people, not myself. But this time, I had a plan. He needed me because I did my job, and on top of that, his job as well. Everything he didn't like about his job, basically everything with numbers,

I had to do it. He couldn't afford to lose me. So I decided to try one of his own tricks against him. I called in and pretended that I was the manager of another company. I told Stalin that I had received my resume and I was calling to know what kind of employee he is. The plan was for Stalin to know that I was looking for another job and that he could lose me, forcing him to do his job himself. Scary stuff. So the plan was for him to give me my days off, just to please me. Stalin believed that I was another manager because he put on his important person voice and started to trash talk me as an employee. I was unreliable, always late for work, sloppy, forgot things that were important, etc.

You get the picture, it wasn't pretty. To prevent me from getting another job, Captain A-Hole over here decided to talk bad about me to potential new employers. What a dick! What a horrible waste of oxygen this guy was! But at least it gave him a scare, because the next day, my requirement, request for a holiday got magically approved. He never confronted me with applying for jobs elsewhere though. Mission accomplished. I got to plan that trip to Greece. But fun fact, no, I wasn't going. After I booked and paid for everything, Stalin went back on his word. One month before I was supposed to go on a holiday, he called me into his office and told me he had to go to an important

business meeting in Prague. And because one of the two of us had to be at work, he had no choice but to cancel my holiday. I was speechless for a moment, but started thinking really quickly, so I demanded that he put this in writing because my girlfriend would not be amused. He laughed, agreed, and sent me an email confirming my holiday got canceled because he had to go to Prague. Little did he know, I was building a case against him, and I needed this on paper. This moron actually believed I just needed that to show my girlfriend I had no choice to cancel our plans. The week I was supposed to go to Greece, Stalin went on a business trip. Or so he told me. My girlfriend went to Athens with her family and she saw something on Facebook. She called me and told me to open my WhatsApp. My girlfriend then sent me some screenshots from her

Facebook. Turns out, Natalie was posting pictures of herself with Stalin in Switzerland. He went skiing with her. There was no business trip. That absolute disgrace of a human being had canceled my holiday for the second year in a row, so that he could cheat on his wife with a younger woman. Oh, how I hated this dude. He didn't expect my girlfriend and myself to see these pictures, though. Little did he know that my girlfriend and Natalie knew each other and were Facebook friends. No contact in real life whatsoever, so Stalin really had no idea. This gave me the fuel I needed. I had proof he was cheating on his wife. And two weeks before this, I was networking at a company after drink, and I started talking to a manager of another branch.

I already had a few drinks, so I was a bit loose and therefore did little to hide the fact that I disliked Stalin. And what do you know, the other manager didn't like Stalin either? Turns out, Stalin only got his job because his wife is the daughter of the

owner. This explained everything. The guy was so unqualified for the job. He only got the job because daddy-in-law threw him a bone. So, not only was he cheating on wife. He was cheating on the big boss's pregnant daughter. Oh snap, can I get a hallelujah? The universe was smiling upon me at last. And now I had proof. Pictures of him kissing another woman. Time to set things in

motion. So my girlfriend was in Athens without me and Stalin was in Switzerland getting laid. I was stuck at work and things were difficult because we were understaffed. I decided to send an email to all branch managers asking for help and that I couldn't ask my manager because he's on a business trip and asked not to be disturbed. I knew that Stalin told the big boss that he was on holiday because he had to hand in a request to get that holiday. So I sent the big boss an email about Stalin. Big boss immediately replied to me, telling me that Stalin was on holiday and that he would inform me that the request for backup was granted. I made subtle contact with the big boss. Now I had an email conversation going. I said, oh, he told me that he's on a business trip. That's why he canceled my

holiday. The big boss said, no, he's visiting an old school friend in Switzerland. I'll get you some extra help myself. I replied, here's the email in which he canceled my holiday. He clearly wrote that he had to go on a business trip. Hmm, I'll talk to him about this. That's odd. Maybe he wasn't paying attention. I'll call him this afternoon and sort this out. Thank you and keep up the good work. The next day, Stalin calls me from Switzerland. The big boss did call him, and this took Stalin by surprise, and Stalin doesn't like surprises. Little did he know, this was just the beginning, and I was prepared and decided to record the call. He went berserk on the phone.

You are nothing! I can squash you like a fly. If I decide to take your holiday, there's nothing you can do about it. You're going to sit there like a little girl and take it like the B word that you are. The big boss doesn't need to know that I told you I was on a business trip. I don't know anyone in explanation. You leave that senile old fart out of this. You hear me? At that moment, a light shined down on me from the heavens.

I got him. It was just one sentence, but it was pure gold. Senile old farts. I bet rich daddy-in-law will have a field day with this one. I wanted more proof. I was like freaking Sherlock or Colombo at this point. If he was having an affair, maybe those pictures. wouldn't do. He could claim they were old pictures or something, I don't know. I didn't want to take

the chance that he would talk his way out of it, so I needed more proof. Where was he going every Friday afternoon? Surely he was meeting Natalie somewhere. I needed to know where. Then a light bulb started glowing above my head. His email! He once gave me his password to the company email address, so I could access his work emails, because this way I could do more of his work, you know? His password was the name of his favorite Belgian soccer player, Anderlecht, which is actually the biggest rival of my team. You can't make this stuff up. This guy was my antagonist in everything he touched. Would this same password work on his personal email address as well? Surely he can't be that big of an idiot. But he was, of course. Mr. Idiot had the exact same password for everything. I found out

that he was on Tinder. I found out that he was emailing a chick from the Philippines. And I found all the emails that he sent to Natalie. Apparently, it started way in the beginning, so they had been seeing each other even before he got his wife pregnant. Gotcha! As the Mission Impossible Tunes started playing, I began to unfold my plan. Stalin was now back from his little trip and acted like nothing happened. I could still access his email, so I checked every few days or so. On Wednesday, I struck gold again.

He received email confirmation of a visit to the spa wellness for two. two people at 3 p.m. And a confirmation of a visit to a certain restaurant at 6 p.m. also for two people. Both were for Friday. Hmm, I wonder who he was going with. I had printed out pictures from Natalie's Facebook, Stalin kissing Natalie, them skiing, them having drinks together, and Stalin in front of the Swiss flag in front of a cabin. Classic stuff. He was such a great model. I put these pictures in an envelope, and I put a little note in it explaining Stalin's antics. It says something along the lines of Hey, we don't know each other, but I felt you needed to see this

and know that your husband is having an affair. He did not go to Switzerland to visit some old school friends. No, he went there with this chick, Natalie. This is her address, this is her email, and this is her Facebook and phone number. She's not a bad person. I don't even know if she knows that he's married and has a kid. He told his boss that he was in Switzerland to visit an old friend and told his co-workers that he was on a business trip to Prague.

Both lies. He's having an affair with a girl from work. I've hacked your husband's email and found some interesting stuff. You can read it for yourself. His password is Anderlecht. Please take your time reading these emails and check the last mail he received. They're meeting up at such and such restaurant at 6 p.m. today. Before that, they're going to a spa resort at 3 p.m. I'm sorry to throw this in your face. I know it's a lot, but you deserve better than this scumbag. Signed, anonymous. That Friday, I drove to Stalin's house and dropped the envelope in their front door mailbox and rang the doorbell, after which I quickly left. I knew that his wife was home alone and Stalin was at work. I then went to work where I sent an email to the big boss. I told big boss that Stalin was

skipping work a lot and that it was too much for my team and myself to keep dealing with this. I told the big boss that I was going to resign because of this. I ended the email with the following. By the way, I included a voice recording that you'd find interesting to hear for yourself. It's Stalin calling me right after you called him in Switzerland. It only took 15 minutes and my phone rang. It was Big Boss himself, calling me on my company phone. Big Boss told me he was amazed by how Stalin talked to me and about him, and he thanked me for sending this to him. He told me he would talk to Stalin about this and asked me to wait with my resignation for the time being. He'd straightened things out. I said, he'll just deny everything, and as soon as you end the phone

conversation with him, he'll project his anger onto me. He said, no, no, I'm visiting my daughter and grandson this afternoon, and I'll swing by at work before that. It's not that far away. Ding, ding, ding, did he just say he was visiting his daughter? The daughter I just nuked to smithereens with news of her husband cheating on her? The same husband that big boss wants to talk to before visiting his daughter? At noon, Natalie said bye-bye to every and off she went. Fifteen minutes later, Stalin shut down his computer and left the office as well. Without saying goodbye, of course. Employers don't talk to peasants and plebs. At 4 p.m., Big Boss enters the building. It's showtime. Big Boss was clearly and visibly upset about something. Could it be that

his daughter showed him some naughty, naughty pictures already? Did he visit her first? He asked me where Stalin was, and I swear to God, Leonardo DiCaprio should hand me over. over his Oscar immediately. I act all surprised and said, oh, you were coming here to talk to Stalin? I must have misunderstood at the phone. Why didn't you talk to him in Brussels at headquarters? He's there every Friday. No? The big boss looks surprised and went like, what do you mean? He always leaves at noon every Friday because he's meeting you every week in Brussels, or at least that's what he told us. I could see the dominoes inside big boss's heads start falling and his face went blank.

He took his phone and called someone. He took a few steps back, but I overheard some parts of the conversation. I think he was calling his daughter because he said, No, he's not here. Apparently he went somewhere. I can only imagine his daughter

telling him about the emails and the information I gave her about the restaurant and the spa resort. Looked like she hadn't told him that part yet. The big boss said, Oh, really? I know that place. Okay, okay, I'll come over. Big boss then thanked me

and said that he would take care of this, and ended it with a classical keep up the good work as he left the room. I was full of questions that entire weekend. What had happened? All I know is that when I came into work on Monday morning, Stalin was nowhere to be seen. Instead, there was some guy from headquarters telling us Stalin won't be in that week and that he'd be replacing him temporarily. Stalin never came back though, and after a month or so, they appointed a new manager.

Years later, I was working in the Brussels headquarters and I befriended a member of the board. During a business meal, we started talking when I mentioned that I used to be second in command under Stalin, and the guy started laughing, that guy? Man, let me tell you a story. The board member then filled in all the blanks that I had for all these years, not knowing that I was the one who talked Stalin into the gallows, of course. Apparently, Stalin really did get the job because of his relationship to Big Boss, being his son-in-law. He was the golden kid, and Big Boss had big plans for Stalin. He was supposed to take over the the company when Big Boss retired. But it turned out that he was cheating on Big Boss's daughter with a few women and was also stealing time from the company by not being at work when he was supposed to be there. All stuff I already knew, of course, but hey, apparently Big Boss and his

daughter walked in on him when he was in a restaurant with one of his mistresses. Oh, how I wanted to be a fly on the wall when that went down. I would have given my left testicle to see the whole event unfolding before my eyes. He then told me that his wife divorced him, threw him out of the house, and Big Boss didn't fire him, but instead demoted him to a meaningless position in the southern part of Belgium where people speak French. Stalin did not speak French. Needless to say, Stalin was lost over there. He didn't fit in, had no friends, no connections, no more power. And on top of it all, he didn't understand the language. He quit the company after a few months and was now working in a low-wage job. As for Natalie, she walked away unharmed. We never talked about it, though.

She met someone else and even married the dude a year later. My girlfriend and I were invited to the wedding. Big boss retired a few years later and sold the company to a foreigner. He didn't have anyone to succeed him, but the millions he received did miracles to soften that. His daughter apparently went back to the guy that she dated before Stalin. They were still a couple, the last I heard. I do not feel bad for Stalin. Not one. bits. I'm not the type of person who enjoys other people's misery, nor am I a sociopath. But this guy, this guy really boiled my kidneys, if you know what I mean. I never met such a narcissistic, self-centered butthole in my entire life, and he wanted to destroy my life and the lives of many other

people. As far as I'm concerned, I stopped him before he could do any more damage, and I saved my own career in the process. His wife is better off without him, the company is better off without him, my colleagues are better off without him, and I'm better off without him. If this is how this guy acted as a manager, imagine how he would have acted if he had actually taken over the company, and he had even more power and even more arrogance and even more money at his disposal. He probably would have bankrupt the company hiring mistresses and private jet rides. That was our slash pro revenge, and if you like this content, be sure to follow my podcast

because I put out new Reddit podcast episodes every single day. day.