rSlash - r/Prorevenge I Got Revenge Against a Hot Librarian

Episode Date: April 17, 2025

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In part because I have a friend from college who worked in the maker lab that could vouch for my character After a brief training period in the main library, I arrived for my first real day with a box of donuts for my co-workers in hand and a smile on my face at 6 in the morning. Unfortunately, my manager did not arrive on time. Enter the children's librarian, who did show up early to set up for storytime and let me inside. Enter our antagonist, who I will refer to as my least favorite character from Friends, Monica. Monica did not like me from the start. This is in part due to circumstances beyond my control, which I found out about after

the fact. One of her friends had applied to shelve at the library, but didn't get the position because Monica's vouching didn't carry as much weight as my friends, as well as the fact that I was better qualified. She also didn't like me because, and I cannot make this up, I brought donuts. See, she worked two jobs, one as a barista at the coffee shop and bakery across the parking lot, along with her job as a circulation assistant at the library. She was reportedly quite unhappy with my decision to bring donuts

from a competing breakfast chain while everyone else passed on her bagels. Side note, who even likes bagels, really? Eventually, I processed a library card incorrectly. There was a patron who came in and through a series of wacky circumstances involving a former security action on him and a very generic milk toast name, I mixed up some library accounts, put a new card on the wrong account, and then had to start a new application with a new card. All told, I spent half an hour getting this guy a card, and then I had to go on my break immediately because I was 20 minutes from leaving and needed to get my 15 minutes in before I left. In the rush, I left the dead library card on the counter. When I went back, it was gone.

I panicked. I looked everywhere forward in the 10 minutes before I had to leave to go to class. I couldn't find it, and when I left, I was so consumed with anxiety about wondering where it went that I neglected to tell anyone what had happened. A big, big mistake. But anxiety is a hell of a drug. When I came into work a couple of days later, I found out through an email that it had been discovered. It had been slotted back in with the other new unassigned library cards. I knew for damn sure that of all the places I could have put it, it wouldn't have been there.

I realized the person working at that computer when I had come back off my break was Monica. How does this translate into getting my manager fired? Well, I had been the first and only assistant he had trained, since we hired our other assistant internally. And this was a big deal, so my screw-up was a mark on his record as well as mine. Around this time, I was promoted at the college writing center making better pay, so I decided to cut my losses and leave. Apparently, they fired my boss at the library not long after and he was forced to uproot

his family. He had already moved so he could work at this job and he had to move to another state. Part of that was my screw up, I'll admit to that, but the majority of it was because it looked like I had hidden the card after the fact. Fast forward two years, I'm scrolling through Twitter and I noticed none other than Monica has been viewing my Twitter posts. I scrolled through her account and noticed some very interesting things. You see, the Twitter account she had used to spy on my Twitter was a not safe for work BDSM account. What a surprise! I saw much, much more of Monica that day than I frankly ever wanted to see.

But then I looked closer at some of the pictures, and despite wanting to use bleach for eye drops, I screen capped a couple and saved them on my laptop before going back to work. Later that day, I sent Monica a message through Facebook. To be honest, I wanted to know how she found me on Twitter. At that time, I wasn't using my real name, and I was posting a lot of incendiary things about the government. The kind of things you want to stay anonymous for. In short, I was surprised she had tracked me down, and I needed to figure out where

the leak was. When I approached her about it, she got nasty with me. She told me nobody cared about what I was writing and that I shouldn't talk trash about her work family, and that I had only left the library because I couldn't hack it, and then she blocked me. So, I was pissed. Alright, it's on. The pictures of her that I saved, those were taken at the library. See, since we're a rather large branch, we have some pretty recognizable features in the library for anyone who's ever worked there. Or even walked inside.

She had taken some pictures of herself topless in the back cubicles. There was one picture of herself in her underwear in the stacks, evident by the carpeting pattern, and most damning, a picture of her flashing her butt with the children's section windows in the background. I gathered all these pictures up, wrote an email as a concerned anonymous patron to the HR department from a burner email, sent it, sat back, and waited. The effects were pretty immediate and started toppling like dominoes. Monica was fired in a record two days, and my friend in the maker lab told me she was escorted from the building. None of the other workers knew why, but word spread through other branches because they had to bring people in to staff her position, which meant a rotating

cast of faces coming in and wondering why she'd been fired so immediately. Usually, even in firing people, the library would give people two weeks so the position could be filled. Eventually, someone subbing in must have had a contact in HR, because that's when I started getting messages from literally everyone I ever worked with all the time asking, did you know Monica was making ADULT content inside the library? As it just so happened, the new manager of the children's section and the owner of the coffee shop across the street went to the same church. So the new manager at the library found the coffee shop owner after service and told him

about why Monica had been fired from the library. Apparently, there had been a couple of incidences at her other job where she had disappeared into the walk-in with her phone, and some of the employees thought they saw her in compromising positions but were never sure, so they could never take action on it. After being told about why she'd been fired from the library and that she'd been exposing herself again in the children's section where his grandkids play and pick out their books he also fired her. But wait, there's more!

Monica had also been doing well enough at the library and the coffee shop that she'd finally bought herself a car. Great news, except that once she lost both her jobs, she couldn't afford the payments. Trying to get a new job was also difficult, given that her past employers weren't shy about giving her bad references and explaining why she was fired. So her car got repossessed after she missed too many payments. She had also just applied to the college where I was working, so she couldn't get an English undergrad, then a Masters in Library Sciences.

She ended up having to withdraw since her scholarship was revoked after she was fired. And she no longer had a reliable way to get to campus. No job, no car, kicked out of college before she even took her first class, could Monica's life get any worse? Oh, it could. Turns out her boyfriend wasn't aware that Monica was taking pictures and posting nudes of herself on the internet. When he found out from one of her former co-workers at the library why she'd been fired, turns

out she'd lied to him about it. The two of them broke up and guess where she'd been living. So she ended up moving back in with her mom, who I'm sure was really, really curious about why her daughter had been having such a streak of bad luck. Sorry, Monica. Looks like no one told you your life was going to be this way. Down in the comments, there's almost an even split between people saying, hey, this was a great story of revenge, and hey, post Monica's Twitter account. I guess people really do have a thing for naughty librarians. Our next Reddit post is from PredTech. So this past Christmas, my missus and I purchased one of our 9 year old son's Santa gifts from

a certain UK sports retail company that also has many stores here in Ireland as well. It was a football rebounder, kinda like a trampoline that you kick the ball at and it bounces back to you. Anyways, we purchased it from their Irish website and thought nothing more of it. A few days go by and we get a notification from UPS that there are custom charges due on something. And as you can imagine, we've bought many things for the kids, so we had to double check what we'd ordered and we didn't have anything left that was being imported, so we naturally assumed that it was a scam. So I told my wife to call the company and find out who shipped

it, and it was a different courier company based in the UK. After a bit of digging and investigating, it turns out that it's our rebounder. They had shipped it from the UK via a local carrier to the UPS to deliver to us. Now, my wife and I are both on disability, so an additional charge of almost 50 euros when you're both already on a fixed income is harsh. Especially at Christmas, so I told her I'd pay it and I'd deal with the retailer. The first day I called, I had to call three times, being stuck on hold for at least 20 minutes each time. But I was patient and polite because I've worked in a call center before, so I knew

these people were only doing their job. But I asked to speak to a manager and was promised to call back each time, but that never happened. The second day was quite similar. The third day I was starting to get annoyed so I called back, waiting even longer on hold, and finally I wasn't taking this from anyone. I told the rep that all I wanted was my 50 euros back because our consumer rights in Ireland dictate that a person must be informed of any additional charges on a purchase,

at the very latest by the final checkout screen. And in this case, there was nothing to show that, and I could easily replicate the issue by putting the same item in my basket and going all the way to the checkout screen again, and there was nothing saying that we'd have to pay import charges. The representative was indifferent to the situation, but tried to help and what he said sent me over the edge. He offered me a measly 20 euro gift voucher to use on their website, but more importantly he started to read a statement to me. He said, we advise our customers that there may be DDU charges, delivery duty unpaid, i.e. customs

charges on any item that gets shipped outside the UK. When I asked him where it states this information, he paused and then he said, Actually, I don't know. I said, Well, I know one thing. It doesn't say it anywhere on this transaction because I've checked and because this is a violation of my consumer rights, I'm going to give your company one last chance to make this right. Have your manager call me within the next 60 minutes or

I'm going to post this entire debacle on LinkedIn and link every senior officer in your company. Then I hung up the phone and waited. Yet again, no call. The next day, I went on LinkedIn and followed through on my promise. I created a post detailing what they had done by sticking us with hidden charges and that they were ignoring our requests for a manager and everything they said and did. Then I tagged every senior officer at that company from the regional managers, from the European directors all the way to the CEO.

And I shamed them for how they operate their company. This ladies and gentlemen was now an act of war. Shortly after I posted that, I noticed they took down the item from their website in an attempt to hide this. But they must have thought that I'm a simpleton who doesn't understand how the internet works. They didn't realize that when you searched for a rebounder on their site, it shows the item in question, so I took a screenshot of that. Then another of the item page that now showed missing, but then I did a Google cast search

for the same page and found a version from two days prior happily showing the item. Then I added a comment to my original post highlighting how they were trying to hide it, with the evidence, and trolling them for their heinous behavior, especially at Christmas. Then I tagged and shamed all their senior officers again, and at this point it was really starting to get some attention. Not only publicly, but three people in incognito mode viewed my profile. I wonder who they could have been. So naturally, I took a screenshot of the three mysterious visitors listed on my profile and did the same thing.

I commented on my own post, highlighting it and trolling them for their incompetence. The next morning, I got a call from a senior executive at their head office in the UK, practically licking my boots with apologies, asking what she can do to make this right. I told her that I originally only wanted my 50 euros back, as it wasn't fair, nor even legal that I had to pay it. But since I had to go to such lengths to get their attention, now I want my 50 euros back, a full refund on my entire purchase, AND I want to keep the product. That was the ONLY thing that would make this go away.

She asked for a couple of hours to fix it and I said okay. About an hour later, I got another call from her apologizing. She asked for my PayPal address where she sent the 50 euros. Then she refunded the whole purchase. And she let us keep the product. Obviously, I thanked her for her help because at that stage, I was just happy that it was over. But I'll be damned if I let anyone walk over my family even if they're a 58 million pound annual company. The moral of the story here is, don't take BS from anyone. I may be just one man, but my son's view of Santa is far more valuable to me than the

opinion of some retail chain that doesn't care about its customers, nor how it operates ethically. That was r slash pro revenge, and if you liked this content, be sure to follow my podcast because I put out new Reddit Podcast episodes every single day.