rSlash - r/Prorevenge Screw with Me? I'll Ruin Your Life & Career!

Episode Date: September 11, 2024

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Welcome to r slash pro revenge, where OP gets revenge against the roommate from hell. Our next reddit post is from Deleted. So just before my senior year in high school, I turned 18 and bought a car with my saved up years of babysitting money. I'd have liked one sooner, but my mother absolutely refused. At 18, during my big act of teenage rebellion, I went out and bought one. A couple of months later, Auntie Butthole suddenly left her job from several states away and moved in with us, WITHOUT her car. It would be cheaper to ship her car six months later, something about snowbird travel patterns.

She was a cheap and a user as well as a butthole. As a result, I was expected to share my recently acquired car with Auntie Butthole until her car arrived. This seemed deeply unfair, but nonetheless, it was agreed upon that she could use it for appointments and job interviews since I could take the school bus. I needed to be warned in advance whenever she used my car because my bus stop was the second one of the route. It left a lot earlier than I needed to of driving directly. So if I needed to catch the bus, I had to wake up really early and I liked sleep. Now Auntie Butthole is one of those people who likes to rile people up, then mock them

for getting pissed off. She's always got a complaint, a harsh word, and is feuding with somebody over something. Once she moved in with us, her complaint was my alarm clock. My room shared a wall with hers. My alarm was waking up her mooching, unemployed, broke ass every morning and that pissed her off. She would always say, couldn't you just go to bed earlier so that you don't need an alarm clock?

Auntie Butthole approached my workaholic mother about the horrific inconvenience of my using an alarm clock. Her solution was that my mother should wake me up every day at 5.30 before she left for work. For context, I didn't need to leave for school until 6.45 which was an hour and 15 minutes later. My mother told my aunt to try earplugs or to work it out between us. My workaholic mother was massively non-confrontational and wanted no part of an auntie butthole dispute.

Auntie butthole started sneaking into my room to unplug the clock after I fell asleep. I am a hard sleeper, so she pulled this off a few times. I had a good number of tardies before I figured out that it wasn't the new cat who initially got blamed. I woke up to see her standing over my bed one night. Creepy. I screamed like a banshee waking up the whole house. She claimed she was sleepwalking, and my mother let her get away with this lame excuse. I endeavored to solve this problem myself with some super glue. It wasn't the brightest move I made. Auntie Butthole responded by simply turning off my alarm instead of unplugging it.

So I started sleeping with my alarm clock tucked behind my pillow. There's no way Auntie Butthole could do anything to it without waking me up now. She was pissed that she didn't get her way, and she never let anything go, ever. Auntie Butthole's next move was to get up when the alarm went off and race into the only bathroom with a shower. It was closer to her room than mine, so she always beat me there. She'd stash magazines in there and just sit on the toilet reading until 6.20. This was right after the school bus left, but still before I needed to leave if I was driving directly. Once I was done taking a very rushed shower, she'd steal my keys and take my car. And she'd go wherever the hell unemployed people go to drive around all day.

She claimed that I just wasn't paying attention when she said she needed the car. But really, she just wasn't telling me. When my mother wasn't around, she made snide remarks that if she was woken up, she had just as much right to use the bathroom as I did, and that I could solve this problem by not waking her up. In addition to this, she would take my car evenings and weekends always right before I had babysitting gigs. She never returned the car to me with anything more than fumes in the gas tank. She had to call roadside assistance twice for running out of gas because

she guessed wrong on how far she could get using just fumes. Needless to say, I was pissed. Also massively inconvenienced and a lot poorer. I had to beg friends for last minute rides or take a cab. She continued to blame me and my mother stayed out of it. We got into a cat and mouse game with my keys where eventually I just kept them on me at all times, even in the shower. The keys came in the shower with me because otherwise she would just open the door while I was showering to take them. Again, creepy. This eventually resulted in her asking in advance to borrow my car for a job interview

that probably wasn't a job interview. Then she just went to the key shop and got my car keys copied. The next day my keys are safely back in my possession and she pulls the shower stunt again. She did this a lot, even when she wouldn't take my car. Aunty Butthole is a butthole. I head out to the driveway with my keys in hand and my car is not there. I legit thought that she had hotwired it until I got home and it showed no signs of tampering. I'm not much for poking the bear, but it was time to have this out. Auntie Butthole quite smugly admitted to copying the key, called me a selfish B-word who didn't know how to share, and many other unfortunate things that I

don't remember exactly. She wasn't going to give the key back. What was I going to do about it? I warned her that that car was mine and she did not have permission to use it again. This was a bridge too far for me. There would be consequences. She laughed in my face. The next morning, my car was not in the driveway. I had expected this. My best friend's dad was a cop. I was practically a fixture in his house for a decade and he was the closest thing I had to a father figure due to my own deadbeat dad. So I gave him a call utterly distraught that the car that I've worked so hard to get

has been stolen from my driveway. He's very sympathetic. Did I mention my car had LoJack? It was actually a very nice car, back when it was new anyways. We do all the reporting and whatever it takes for the cops to find the car with LoJack. By mid-afternoon, they found it in the parking lot of an outlet mall. I don't know what the full details of the encounter were as I've heard multiple versions of this part of the story over the years.

My aunt had some kind of blow-up upon accused of theft, including a tussle with an officer. It ended in charges of grand theft auto, resisting arrest, assaulting an officer, and some kind of license related thing because she never switched to her new state of residence. Don't have a blow up at a cop. They don't like it much. Since all this took time, she didn't get a rain that day. And since she was unemployed, broke, and had horrible credit and little money, she couldn't

make bail. Also, I deleted her answering machine messages begging my mother to come bail her out. And my workaholic mother didn't even notice that she was gone in jail for almost a week. Once workaholic mommy did notice, I explained that my car had been stolen, so I called the cops. I was handling the situation myself like she suggested. The look of dawning horror was amazing. Then, then she just shrugged and went back to avoiding all confrontation. Auntie Butthole served two weeks in county lockup until she took a plea deal.

I suspect they slow-walked her paperwork a bit. What happened after that was glorious revenge. Auntie Butthole's remaining savings were used up on all the fines and court fees. So she finally got around to shipping her car and engaging in a job hunt. One problem though, she used to be a teacher. She had yet to get her certification in her new state. But now, she had a rap sheet so she was unable to pass the background check. Whoops! Time for a new career as a telemarketer! Auntie Butthole didn't bother me much after that.

I learned years later that she was only this cruel to kids, and I had proved that I was enough of an adult that she realized there were consequences for her actions. We spent the next few months ignoring each other before I went to college. And that's how a dispute over an alarm clock ended Auntie Butthole's teaching career. OP, you probably saved a lot of students from absolute misery. Because based on this story, she would have been a horrible teacher who more than likely abused her power. So you saved a bunch of kids from misery and they don't even know that you saved them!

Our next Reddit post is from Psychosteve. I'd been working at a computer repair shop on a commission-based system. We would get PCs in, and the technicians wouldn't get paid until the repair work was paid for. And if a client didn't pay for our work, the shop would take possession of the computer and then resell it. As a result, it wasn't uncommon for the technicians to be screwed out of the work they'd done. To make this job even worse, the shop owner would also give us PCs from his friends and family to fix, which was unpaid work. I was looking forward to a pretty big check due to me just cranking out the repairs. But I found out that all the computers I'd been working on were friends of

the owners, so I worked for free those two weeks. One of the things we do is pull the hard drives and create a complete image of the whole drive for archival protection to be wiped after the job is done. Turns out, the owner of the computer shop and his wife were part of the Swingers community, and they were hosting a small, but local Swingers website that they ran off with a notebook that they brought in for repairs. I grabbed the hard drive and told the owner that he needed to pay me for the work that I'd done.

The owner fired me on the spot. I grabbed my tools and walked out the door without realizing I had the hard drive in my hand. The owner had built a reputation in the small town that it was located in for being a good Christian business. And the owner portrayed himself as being the pillar of the community. I was able to get his information off the hard drive and access his passwords. Plus, close to 4 terabytes of pictures and videos on their Swinger's website.

While waiting three weeks for my last paycheck, I decided I would go scorched earth instead of looking for a payout. Step 1. His business. I had time to look over the labor laws and found out that he had violated quite a few of them. We were treated as contractors, but he took out taxes and SSI, which he never paid into the system. The other thing was that we were required to clock in like hourly employees, but were paid on commission, so due to the pay structure, many employees were getting well under minimum wage some weeks. Step 2. His reputation Since I had the sign-in information, I decided to do a few interesting things with the company

website and their swingers website. I put a link at the bottom of the company's webpage where I directed people to the swingingers website that they ran. And I changed the password authentication to allow everyone into the paid areas of the website. I also took down some of the pixelated pictures of him and his current wife and I posted the original pics. It took them about a week to find out about all of this. I also sent out a mass email to everyone on the owner's email list to check out the Swinger's website. I also gave his ex-wife access to all these files to help her in her court battle.

The fallout. Clients terminated their long-standing contracts with my boss in droves. The Labor Board did an investigation and fined him for his rulebreaking, and the IRS did an audit where they found further evidence of his crimes. In the end, he lost his business, his kids, his reputation, and his current wife. All because he thought that he was too much of a big shot to not pay his IT help. Our next reddit post is from Cocktails Perfected. About 8 or 9 years ago, I worked retail in a small outdoor goods store. We had about six staff members. We sold ski stuff in the winter and camping and hiking stuff in the summer.

I wasn't passionate about it, but hey, a job's a job. The woman who hired me left pretty soon after I started. She left the store in the care of the supervisor at the time, Lauren. Lauren was the kind of girl that we've all had the poor fortune to deal with at some point. Irresponsible, held power over you when it suited her, and tried painfully hard to be your best friend the next moment. Annoying at best as a supervisor, but abusive with her power as a manager. She started by changing people's shifts so that she was never in the store during peak hours. She'd take the easy shifts when the store was never in the store during peak hours.

She'd take the easy shifts when the store was dead and would spend her time hanging out in the back office doing important paperwork, as in sitting on her phone or reading a magazine. Then she'd start hiring her friends and scheduling them whenever they wanted to work. The staff ended up turning into a conveyor belt of hot topic wannabe models. A few of them were okay, but I remember one of them working a night shift, covering a closing for Lauren and closing early, then emptying the till into her purse and never being seen again. Lauren later said that she'd only known this person for a week before hiring them. The worst thing she did though was abuse the

three month probation rule. They went through eight different staff members over the course of five months. That might not sound like a lot, but in a store of six employees, it wasn't a small amount. A new person would be hired, they'd be doing great, and then all of a sudden, I'm sorry, but we don't need your services anymore and they were gone. Or it's just not working out. Vanished. I just don't think you're the right fit for this role. Disappeared. No notice period, nothing, just gone. I found out during one of her PLEASE LIKE ME spells that the area manager hadn't actually promoted her to be a full manager yet. He wanted to make sure that she was the best option for the role.

She basically thought that as long as no one else lasted long enough to shine better than her, she'd get the manager role and all the perks that came with it. We then hired a woman named Kirsty who was in her mid to late 30s and was a great person. Enthusiastic, a team player, and great with customers. I mean, pretty much exactly what you want in a manager. However, when it was just me and Lauren, Lauren would go off on how she doesn't like Kirstie, how she's thinking of getting rid of her unless her attitude improved. And I decided to step in. I got my phone and hit record when Lauren went on one of her rants. Here's the thing Kirstie doesn't get.

I'm in charge. I can fire whoever I want. To be honest, I wouldn't be surprised if I was taking over the job from that fat bellend of an area manager that we have now in a year. I just let her talk, only responding with, really? And oh yeah? That night I sent the video to Kirstie telling her to make sure that she was on her best behavior, but she ended up just taking this up with the area manager himself.

He came to the store and called Lauren out. He told her that in the time that she'd been in charge, the store had lost somewhere in the region of 15 to 20 thousand dollars and they had to get the police involved against her friend who stole from the tills. And our store, for some reason, had one of the highest turnover rates in the country. He fired her on the spot. Kirstie ended up taking over as manager and the store finally started turning a profit. 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.