When someone has ground our gears for too long, there's nothing quite as satisfying as declaring "Enough is enough"! These people shared the amazing stories of when they finally put their foot down to horrible bosses, entitled jerks, and evil exes. Strap in and get ready to feel so, so satisfied.
I worked at an independent chocolate shop that sold various flavors of truffles, brownies, and drinks. We also had non-dairy options, vegan options, and nut free options available. I loved my job, but this one awful woman would always come in and cause trouble. She was so entitled and picky that she made me want to scream.
One day, after she'd reamed me out, she made me go get the manager so she could complain. Apparently, it was ridiculous that we did not have a “dairy free, nut free, sugar-free, vegan” option of chocolate. Luckily, the owner hated this woman just as much as I did.
He'd had enough of her and didn't mind losing a customer this annoying so he literally just laughed and said, “We do have one, it's called water”.
I used to work as a refrigeration tech and had a job at the only employer in my county.
They treated me terribly, cutting pay and benefits, giving us the bare essentials to do our jobs, and then complaining when it took us longer. Then another company opened up an office and started hiring a few of us. They offered me a job as a lead tech with a bunch of benefits.
These folks and I clicked and I knew we would get along. My old employer came to my house and begged me on a literal bended knee not to quit. They made this speech about how they would give me whatever I wanted. I looked this man who had treated me so badly and just said, "no, now get out of my house".
I had a lawyer draw up an intent-to-sue-for-harassment after our new boss required me to work on the Fourth of July.
There were usually 100-150 people in office, but that particular day I was the only one in the office. That was the final straw for me after six months of harassment. Result: $40,000 settlement. I still smile when I think of it.
A while ago I decided to treat myself to some Burger King.
I was having a bad day and had a headache coming on. So I was waiting in line at the BK, when suddenly this woman comes in with a monster of a child. He was out of control, screaming, punching his mother, throwing things around. The mother didn't pay any attention to him and he continued yelling, "I want a PIE".
My headache turned into a full-blown migraine.
I calmly turned and asked if she could please calm her child down. Immediately she got up in my face, telling me to mind my own business. I nodded and turned around, when the child cried out again how he wants a pie. I then decided to ruin their day in the most devious way I could think of.
When I got to the front of the line I asked the person at the register how many apple pies they have left. They told me and I bought all of them. I ate one and made sure the kid saw me throw the rest in the trash.
Back when my triplet sons were 11 years old, they started switching classes to confuse their teachers. When one of their classmates told on them, the principal called me, their father. I had to teach them a lesson they'd never forget. Clearly, they couldn't look identical anymore, so I drove them to the local haircutting place and had the woman give them all different haircuts.
They thought that was it, but they were so wrong.
I then shaved the letters "A", "B", and "C" onto the backs of their heads. Now their teachers would have no trouble telling them apart. They never pulled anything like that again.
Company consisted of something like 1,200 employees at the time, and rented out a big conference center for a Christmas party.
At the opening of the party, the CFO was giving opening remarks, and asked—expecting cheers—if everyone liked their Christmas bonuses. He got booed. See, of that 1,200 people, a bit over a thousand were in customer service. No one in customer service got bonuses, only people in the "corporate" departments got them.
And our awesome CFO decided to rub everyone's noses in it, because clearly the Chief Financial Officer of a company would have no idea that 80%+ of his company didn't get bonuses.
At the same party, the CEO made an announcement that the company would be closed on Friday (Christmas that year was on a Thursday), and everyone got a day off.
Now, he had literally just finished making a speech about how everyone was important, and everyone was part of the company, no matter the department.
He had shoveled it hard, trying to make CS happier. The next day, we all got a memo that Customer Service still had to work on that Friday. We apparently didn't count as "everyone".
We had enough. January saw a 60% attrition rate.
I was at a distant relative's wedding when I saw the most amazing mic drop of all time.
When the pastor got to the part “or forever hold your peace,” the bride said, “Yes, I’d like to say something”. Then she turned around to her guests and declared, “I’d like to thank my maid of honor for sleeping with my fiancé last night”. With that, she threw her bouquet down and stormed off.
The story even made it onto local radio at the time.
I was working in a toxic environment. I would never say no because I enjoyed the challenge. However, when I pointed out my value and received a paltry increase, I decided to leave. I got a job offer that would basically double my salary and delivered my resignation letter.
That's when everything went nuts.
A group of my bosses took me out to lunch as a sort of intervention and basically did what they did best - delivered the hard sell. I'm integral to the business, they'll open up a career advancement path for me if I'll just hang in there, yada yada yada.
Then they made their counter-offer knowing full well how much my offer was for, and low-balled me like I couldn't do simple math.
I got pulled aside by just about every single higher-up over the next two weeks, and they all progressively sweetened the pot. I stood firm, and it was absolutely the easiest rejection of my life.
I actually left that job with a sense of survivor's guilt about the people I left behind.
I have been working at a restaurant for 3 years during my undergraduate. In my last year, Mother's Day fell on the weekend of my final exams. I told my boss more than 3 months in advance that I would need the day off because I had to study and write papers.
They told me that it probably wouldn't be a problem, but of course it was just a "request" for time off.
Fast forward to about 3 weeks before Mother's Day, and of course they tell me that they're going to need me to work. I brought in my two weeks' notice the next day and told him that I would not be working Mother's Day or any day after that.
It was extraordinarily satisfying to see the look on my manager's face.
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I hope I speak for many when I relay the utter satisfaction of refusing to cover a shift for someone who makes your life at work HORRIBLE and has unfortunately landed themselves into a hungover pickle on a Sunday morning.
It doesn't get better than telling that awful person that I have an important commitment and then rolling over in my sweet, sweet bed.
I was shopping with a friend. She was a smaller person than myself. She was trying on a shirt and needed a size up so i took it back out to find a bigger size.
I couldn't locate it so I ask a sales girl if she could help me find a bigger size. She takes the shirt in a gruff way. I ignore it. She comes back with a hat and hands it to me. I say, "Um what's this"? She said, "This is the only thing in this store that will fit you", contempt dripping from her lips.
We walk out, I go to the register with the hat, it's busy.
My friend asks what's up with the hat. I say loudly, "According to that girl this is the only thing in the store that fits me". My friend, shocked, lost her mind. Because her parents owned the store. That's how I got a girl fired because of her horrible service.
I work at a small business. 20 employees +/-. My wealthy boss made a big speech about austerity measures and no raises this year. A week and a half later he drives up in a brand new Silverado with all the bells and whistles. Expensed to the business of course.
He would hate to have to pay taxes on those profits. One of the less subtle members of the staff took a literal dump in front of his office door.
I rage quit a job once because my boss wouldn't let me take off on a Friday for a wedding, even though I requested it nine months in advance.
It was also MY wedding! So, I gave in my two weeks notice on Thursday, got married on Friday, and went on a two-week honeymoon. Take that!
Some dude in the locker room held up his hand for a high five then swiped it away at the last second and mockingly said, "Oh I bet you thought you had a friend". Fast forward later on and we are on our way to the cafeteria.
Like every couple of days, he asked me to get him something from the line because he is out of money.
Today I finally agree. We get up to the lunch lady and I get my food and begin to walk away. He goes, "Wait you were going to get me something". I look back at him and say in a sad voice, "Oh I bet you thought you had a friend," before turning around and walking away
Right out of college I ended up working for Verizon.
It was all commission but I'm from a family of sales-persons so even in a miserable two weeks, I'd average $1000 a week and on good weeks, I'd hit twice that. I hated the job and felt dirty about doing it, since I certainly wasn't helping anyone. There was also the long commute and horrible "Team Motivation" meetings.
Either way, my boss knew I was good and called me into his office one day.
He gave me this speech like "You're a really good salesman and you train new employees well, but I can tell your energy just isn't here with us". Then he paused and said, "don't you want to see yourself where I am in a few years"?
This was really a life changing moment for me.
"No. I'm sorry Gary, but No, I don't want that. At all. I'm going to call this my two weeks' notice and go get a job at a hospital or something. You're right - I am totally not into this". It was a cool moment that kind of threw my early-twenties figure life out into sharp focus.
I ended up going back to school. I'm now working as an ICU nurse while getting my doctorate.
In sixth grade, a group of some four kids took a monopoly over the back of the bus, a true power move. I always minded my own business and tried to sit away from them.
For one, they all didn't understand basic hygiene and smelled even though they were older than me. Anyway, turns out the bus driver was their quiet, retired Grandpa, who would never tell them to stop.
So one time they have a freaking spitting fight, as in they spit across the seats at each other as they jump seats for cover.
At one point, I was in the middle seat and a giant wad of their disgusting spit hit me square in my face. I then proceeded to take my Pearson history book, one of those big, heavy hardcover textbooks, and smash one of them over the head with it.
The spitting stopped.
My "friend" (let's call her Stacy) was getting married, and she tried to get me to pay for everything on her behalf as her wedding gift. Unfortunately, she was a complete jerk to me during the entire planning process. So after the final straw, I canceled all the orders for everything but the caterer—since that was a favor to another buddy. She ended up buying fake flowers and the ceremony was a train wreck.
She got the Aisle 5 wedding she paid for and I got to save money on a dress. Shoulda been nicer to me, Stacy!
I'm a small-time landlord. When I was just getting into things, I made some bad mistakes. The neighbor of one of my properties is a very friendly guy and when I was doing renovations would constantly pop over to chat.
It turns out his son and his girlfriend are looking for a place to live. Great! Saves me the trouble of having to hunt down a renter, I thought. I run a background check and there are some red flags but nothing they can't plausibly explain. I let them rent my property.
They never paid their rent on time and towards the end didn't pay up at all. They trashed the house. They ground cigarette butts into the carpet and etched the word "Booty" on the side of the tub. I ended up evicting them and getting a judgment against them.
I figured I'd never collect and never hear from them.
Fast forward two years. The house is empty. I just had a tenant leave and I was about to start doing turnover. My phone goes off one day. It's my former tenant. His girlfriend left him, he's back living at home and he really wants a place to stay.
"Not on your life".
When I was 15 and working at my family’s restaurant, there was a Christmas party and they booked out the front room. This one old guy kept complaining every time I brought him food and took it away. When dessert came, he made some snide comment and I burst into tears. When I got back to the kitchen my dad saw me crying and asked what was wrong.
I said it's okay and not to worry.
Next minute, my dad storms out of the kitchen and asks the entire front room who made his daughter cry. The room goes silent and everyone points him out. Dad rips into him for making a child cry and told him he's not welcome back.
Old guy tries to defend himself saying I wasn't doing my job. Dad said something along the line of him not doing a good job as a human. I miss working with him!
I work for an anime convention. There is an incredible amount of drama that goes around; it is insane.
A couple of years ago, I happen to be waiting for an elevator with two girls who are talking about my convention's future. It's Sunday; it could be a ten- or fifteen-minute wait. And one of them says, "Oh my god, I am soooo glad [convention] is moving back to the Hyatt next year"! We weren't.
It wasn't big enough to hold us anymore. And it's always better to quash rumors before they have a chance to circulate too much.
I politely say, "Actually, it's going to be here again". I get these obnoxious, know-it-all looks from both of them. One of them goes, "No, it's not; I heard it from my friend on Security". Now it's a "I know someone"! game.
But my boss is the owner of the convention - I know where it will be held. But I don't want to pull the "I know someone higher up than you" card; that's petty.
Instead I say, "Why don't you email in and settle this for us"? We've got the time, so she pulls out her phone, goes to our website, finds the contact page, and starts typing out an email.
She hits send. A few seconds later, my phone beeps. I've got a new email! I open it, it's clearly from her. It says, "[Convention] is moving back to the Hyatt next year, right"?
I type back, "No," and hit send. Most satisfying 'No' by a long shot.
Back in like 2003 teenage me created a fake AIM name because I suspected my girlfriend was cheating on me. Not only did she flirt with this fake random stranger I created, she confessed to getting with many different guys. Just bragging about it. I was completely devastated and I just snapped.
I logged into her AIM—I knew her password—and hit on every man she knew and convinced them she liked to do the dirty with dogs. Word got around and she got kicked out of her church. Definitely the worst angry thing I've done, but honestly.
..I can't say I regret it.
For over 8 years, I was off and on with the same guy. And like an idiot, anytime he'd call me back, I'd come crawling. Didn't matter who I was with, what was going on in my life, I'd drop anything to try and make this relationship work.
After we broke up yet again, two years go by, I find myself in a new relationship, where I finally found out what a good relationship actually feels like.
My ex calls. He found out he was going to be a dad, but things had ended between him and the mom.
He was finally getting his baby and ready to settle down with me. Saying no to that guy with a few choice words was such an amazing and empowering feeling. And the fact that I'm still with the guy I was with at the time makes it feel that much better.
My Dad was in the hospital after having a stroke, I was 14 at the time and still in school. This absolute little garbage kid kept going on about how my dad was going to die, that he deserved it, etc. I put up with it all morning, but at lunch he cornered me.
Normally I took all the beatings, but not that day. I finally lost it.
I don't remember what happened, but apparently it took 3 adults to pull my 14-year-old, 100 lbs self off him. I regret nothing. He didn't mess with me after that.
The last straw came when the company had deadlines approaching and the awful management staff was getting desperate, so they started cutting out everyone's breaks and harassing people out of filing first aid reports.
Someone on my crew was starting to get heat rash, but the boss was standing in the shade glaring us down so that we wouldn't take breaks.
After my coworker collapsed, I stopped everything and ran to her side to help. The boss came up and said "Uh oh, heatstroke? Take five minutes, get water, and get back to work"! I exploded and told them to go to heck.
I said they were as bad a manager as they were a person and that they had no right to treat people like that.
I helped my coworker gather her things and I gathered mine. Then, I drove her to the hospital and I never went back to work.
I immediately filed a safety breach report with WorkSafeBC, telling them of every safety rule that the company had broken. Since then, I have heard that at least two others quit and the company is under investigation.
I was working the drive thru late at night at Burger King in 1992.
A group of punks come through and make fun of me and as they leave, they all shout, "See ya, wouldn't want to be ya"! They park in the lot to eat. 30 minutes later, I hear a knock at the window. It's the same punks whose battery seems to have died and they asked if anyone inside had jumper cables.
I shut the window on them while saying "See ya, wouldn't want to be ya"!
I was working in the kitchen at Cinderella's castle in Disneyland when this family of four came in for their dinner. About halfway through the dinner, the husband politely stands up and taps his glass for attention.
His speech made my blood run cold. He announced that his wife of 15 years has been cheating on him for over a year. The entire place stood still in shock. He motioned for his kids, paid the waitress, and left the wife crying at the table.
Wife cheats on her husband during his frequent travels for work. She files for divorce and gets to keep the house. Months elapsed and the husband is still rightfully ticked off about the unfairness of it all, but has no recourse. Then he has an epiphany: "I wonder if she changed the password to the Nest Thermostat"? She did not.
She files for divorce and gets to keep the house. Months elapsed and the husband is still rightfully ticked off about the unfairness of it all, but has no recourse. Then he has an epiphany: "I wonder if she changed the password to the Nest Thermostat"? She did not.
For the next year he continues to mess with the thermostat. In the middle of summer when they're sleeping in HIS bed, he turns the heat on to 90 degrees at 3 a.m. Middle of winter? Time to shut off the heat and hope the pipes freeze. Away on vacation? Turn the air conditioning down to 55 and let it run 24/7 for a nice surprise bill when they get home.
Turn the air conditioning down to 55 and let it run 24/7 for a nice surprise bill when they get home.
I work at a small computer store. 90% of what we do is service-related, but we also build computers. Our custom builds have a reputation for quality, which is why people are willing to pay $600 for a computer from us when they could walk into Walmart and buy a boxed computer for less.
There is a customer who has always been a bit difficult, but we've accommodated him whenever possible. He bought a computer and then the next morning called to say it was "freezing and acting erratically". I went to his house to help him out only to discover that the machine is heavily infected.
He insists that we sold him an infected machine and demands I fix it without charging him. He "can't believe" that we "rip people off so badly with these terrible computers". As I'm working, I started looking for the source of the virus. Of course, his web history is FULL of explicit sites.
Oh, but it gets so much worse.
I can tell that an the Anti-Virus program we installed had told him NOT to click on one particular site, and he still allowed it. Three times. If he'd have just fessed up, I'd have cut him some slack, but I had to stand my ground here.
"No sir, if you wrecked your brand-new car 18 minutes after you bought it, the dealership wouldn't repair it for free. This call is not free".
My youngest daughter was getting picked on in elementary school by a boy who was two grades above her. He constantly taunted, pushed, and annoyed her.
One day he pushed her from behind and she dropped her books. My sweet, shy daughter immediately turned around and full-on kicked him square in the nuts with all the force her soccer-playing leg could muster.
I was told he curled up and bawled for several minutes, while my daughter was sent to the principal’s office. She was smiling when I picked her up from school.
When I started at my job, they threw me in with no training. I did a lot of work outside my paid hours to bring my area up to snuff and get things done. I was rewarded with inheriting more old projects that everyone else couldn't be bothered to do.
Over time, my boss became very reliant on me and would give me a hard time about taking any days off.
We would always have a meeting before or after I had a scheduled day off to shame me publicly for doing so because no one else could possibly do my job.
I begged my boss and other coworkers to do training with me to solve the problem. They all refused. Over several years, I maybe got one or two to sit down but they obviously didn't care and had no intention of learning.
When I put in my 2-week notice, my boss decided she'd rather hire a personal assistant for herself instead of filling my position and redistribute my jobs between existing employees.
She and the other employees still didn't take the time to train. Instead, my boss had an infuriating request.
She wanted me to write a manual on how to do everyone's jobs including my own with illustrations, plus wrap up all my own work within those 2 weeks.
I told her no. I've done it 3 times already in the past for them and no one ever bothered to consult it. She then asked for all my contact information and told me she would have the office call and email me so I can walk them through everything or do it myself remotely from home after I've officially quit.
I stared at her good and hard before she finally added, "That's ok with you, isn't it"? And I flatly told her, "no". She did a cartoon style double-take and was completely baffled why I wasn't voluntarily working for them without pay after they refused to train or rehire.
Even after I did say no, I did still receive a few personal emails and calls from one of my coworkers asking for help. I said "no" every single time.
I once heard my roommate laughing with his girlfriend about how they were screwing me over on money.
Turned out they were taking my "utilities" checks and buying various games and alcohol. Instead of confronting them, I confirmed what they said with the utilities company—and then I gave them the payback they deserved.
I moved all my stuff out while they were at work. For good measure, I took myself off the lease and told the rental company about the girlfriend who had been there six months.
A kid bit me on the chest in kindergarten. I waited till after nap time to run him over with my tricycle.
I work at a small breakfast cafe in Florida and we get a lot of older people who are mostly from up north and can really have a bad attitude about not getting what they want immediately.
One old lady rudely exclaimed asking what she had to do to get some coffee around here and without skipping a beat I responded that you ask politely.
All the people sitting with her at her table got a good laugh in and I felt pretty smug about putting her in her place.
Secret Santa gift exchange in college. One guy gets a collection of British currency (he liked to collect foreign bills and coins) and this HORRIBLE girl makes a rude comment about it being a stupid gift. Normally, I would have stayed quiet, but this girl was so mean that I just couldn't hold in my disdain anymore.
I immediately said, "Karen don't be rude, he just didn't want you to be the only one who gained 20 pounds this semester".
Pandemonium ensued as her boyfriend tried to pick a fight while she bursts into tears. Sorry not sorry Karen, maybe you shouldn't have been such a jerk.
I used to be a chef at a fancy restaurant. The average person would have 5-6 courses in a sitting and it was all very time consuming to make. Every day we'd start at 8 AM to prepare for dinner and finish around 11 PM.
One night after everyone else had cleaned and were out the back having a beer, I was pottering round the kitchen, ordering things, and writing lists and some 'friends of the owner' came in drunk and demanded to see the menu.
The bar was open but the kitchen was done and dusted.
Not just closed. Clean. Over. The waitress who was still on asked me if we could do it knowing full well that we couldn't but asked anyway because she was doing her job. I say no but I can put something together for them on the house.
Some cheese and bread or even a few deserts.
But no. They want the full menu, the fresh ravioli, the pate en croute, the beef poached in butter. I offer them some fish and steak. But again, no. I get the waitress to explain that we can't just make the full menu in twenty minutes.
It takes hours of preparation. But they weren't done being monsters yet.
One of them got up and called me lazy to my face. I turned my back on her, turned the lights off in the kitchen, and went outside for a beer. I apologized to the waitress because she now had a situation to deal with but I was out of there.
Then they tried to take my earlier offer of steak and fish.
This was the final straw. I said NO. They had every chance to be reasonable and they squandered those chances until it was too late. They could've chosen prime steak and bearnaise sauce. But they chose defeat.
Of course, they were livid, as only drunk peasants with too much money can be, and they had a word with the owner the next day. And like the pathetic cash-lover he was, he chewed me out about it. But it was so worth it.
I went to a jewelry store to pick up something I had on layaway to discover a girl I dated for a couple months back in high school was behind the counter.
Several times since we stopped dating, she had asked me if I would consider another date. I really didn't want to go through the same song and dance again.
But I didn't have a whole lot of time and I didn't see another cashier so I went up to her anyway.
I made my final payment and got my item and just as we were wrapping things up, she, once again, asked me if I'd go out with her again. I held up my bag and said, "you just sold me an engagement ring". The look on her face was absolutely priceless.
My nephew is a total jerk. I had to drive him once and he kept messing around with the windows, so I locked them, but he just wouldn’t settle down. So I stopped holding back my gas. They all smelled like I might be suffering from some sort of colonic necrosis.
He gagged and sputtered and threatened to throw up. It didn’t matter. I just kept tooting. In fact, at a certain point I thought I might poo my pants. I didn’t care. I was willing to do it just to make that little jerk suffer a bit.
Take that, Evan.
I was a front-of-house manager at a pretty nice chain restaurant. I remember one time these two obnoxious men came up to my register. Keep in mind, I was a small 17-year-old girl at the time. They gave me some coupons that required a manager's code and they said, "I hope you know how to use them, the last girl didn't and she had to go get a manager".
Since the head manager had stepped out, I replied, "Well I hope I do too, since I'm the only manager here right now". One of the men laughed and snidely said to the other one, "Wow, she's the manager? I guess they really hire anyone here, huh"? Without hesitation, I said back, "Oh, we really do, we are actually hiring for dishwasher right now, you look like you'd fit the job".
I worked in a bar with an awful boss.
He would always flirt with the young female bar staff and make us all uncomfortable, even though he was 50 years old. We all knew his wife and two young children, but about six months into me working there he began to “date” a 22-year-old customer. By date, I mean he used to go downstairs to his office and sleep with her.
All while he was on shift. No one was allowed to talk about it, but we all knew. He knocked her up quite quickly and ended up breaking up with his wife, but he still flirted with his staff relentlessly even when his new baby was born. He once told a male employee that he liked asking female bar staff to pick up things from low shelves so we would bend over and he could check out our butts.
He always broke health and safety rules if he could get out of doing a task he didn’t want to. He was prolific at asking bar staff to clean human waste—vomit/poop customers had done on the floor—even though anyone cleaning that stuff needed to have passed a certain health and safety qualification. I spoke to my assistant manager about this and she confirmed that only management can do it, and I should refuse next time.
One day he demanded I cleaned up vomit in the male toilets, and I refused, repeating what the assistant manager told me. My boss went absolutely mad—he wasn’t used to people standing up to him. He told me to come downstairs to his office to speak about it.
At that moment I knew I wanted to quit, so I told him I won’t be going downstairs with him.
He asked me why, and I couldn't hold it in any longer. I replied: “The last girl who went down there with you ended up getting pregnant”. Lost my job instantly, but it was totally worth it.
My boss refused to let me take a weekend off for my best friend’s wedding because a co-worker was already taking the time off for a dirty weekend away with the married guy she was having an affair with. The married guy was my boss, by the way.
I was a bridesmaid and had booked the weekend off 10 months in advance. I was not going to take this lying down.
I quit on the spot and told my boss’s wife he was cheating on her. My best friend’s wedding was lovely.
I was on the bus a year or 2 back and a kid and his mom were seated in front of me.
The kid kept screeching about wanting to ''press the button'' (you press a button to notify the bus driver that you need to get off at the next stop) because he liked the beep it made. Every. Single. Bus stop. This little twat screeched asking if he could press it yet.
Finally his mom said he could press the button.
I pressed it.
It only beeps for the first person to press it.
The little brat cried.
The host sat me at a table with a couple and their toddler. The two sat on the same side of the booth, kissed, etc.
, so I knew they were a couple, but the woman looked much older. Like she looked terrible. I'm sure it was substances of some kind, but it was noticeable. So she's super rude to me the entire time. She asked for her eggs over easy hard.
I explained to her that her eggs could either be over easy and over hard, and what both meant.
She then got really patronizing, saying things like "Bless your heart" and asking for a real server. I told her that I know how eggs are cooked, and asked if she meant over medium. That's when she got verbally angry and asked "How hard is your job? Honestly, how hard is it to just serve people eggs"?
I'd had it.
I gave her order to the cook, and of course, he asked me what she meant. I told him to just make them over medium, as I felt like that was what she meant. I gave her the eggs and she sighed real heavy. She said, "I'm sorry, was my order too hard? Did you not understand me?
What the heck kind of place is this that nobody can make me eggs"?
I took a deep breath, and went all in with a brutal insult. I said, "Ma'am, I apologize to you, your son, and your grandson. Let me go ahead and comp your meal". Her face twisted up and got so red I thought it was going to pop off of her face.
She yelled, "THIS IS MY HUSBAND AND THAT'S MY SON"! Oh boy, it was so worth it. She began screaming for my manager.
I got my manager. He yelled at me in the office, but couldn't prove that I was purposefully disingenuous. So I didn't even get written up.
It was awesome.
I once got called into work on my day off. I drove a half-hour to get there. Once there, I was told they didn’t need me that day after all, and I could go home. I did go home. And I did not come back.
I was engaged to a girl with two kids from a previous marriage. For the four years we were together, I had helped support and raise them, while loving and providing for her mom. They began calling me Dad after the first year, as their bio-father was long since gone.
Then she betrayed me in the worst way possible.
She started cheating on me with a guy she met at a friend's birthday party and she kicked me out when I found out. My protests that on top of me not deserving all this, it was disrupting and hard on my boys were met with the statement, "you're not now, and never have been they're real father".
Fast forward two months, and she'd missed a LOT of work due to long, drunken escapades with her new boy toy.
Her boss finally had enough and told her if she didn't get to her job in 20 minutes, he'd fire her. She calls me up, playing every pity card she knew, even promising reconciliation if I would watch the boys for her that day. Because the three of them "needed" me. I told her "Why? I'm not now, nor have I ever been their father," and hung up on her. It was very satisfying.
I worked at a restaurant, and we had a customer who got a salad and when she was finished, she placed one of her hairs in the bowl to try to get it refunded. She got the complimentary “I’m sorry” free bakery item. She did this every day.
Finally, the manager just lost it. He sat down at her table one day and told her this was her last day eating in the cafe.
He said they would refuse her refund today and refuse her service in the future. She started to say something about the customer always being right and he just put up a hand to cut her off and said, “You cause us to lose money every day. You’re absolutely not our customer, you are a liability, and you are no longer welcome here”.
Ran into my psychotic, abusive, sadistic ex-boyfriend 3,000 miles away from where we grew up.
He wanted to talk, kept bugging me in emails to "hear him out". I caved and one night met him in a very public setting. I listened for a long time to what I thought was a pretty heart-felt apology with some nice words about how he has changed so much and doesn't treat women the same anymore.
I felt pretty satisfied because for a long time I had lost sleep wondering and hoping he wasn't doing these things to any other poor girl. It took a lot of consideration for me to even meet the guy and listen to him, so at the end when we were cordially saying good bye and he casually says, "this is so good, I always knew we would end up back together," with this slick grin on his face.
I realized that this was all a big charade, his apology was worth nothing, and he was still the same narcissistic freak he had always been.
Most satisfying "Ummmm, nope" ever!
When I worked at McDonald's, I found out we didn't get paid for closing. We got paid until the store closed, so if it took us an extra hour or two to close, that was unpaid. I wish I knew what I know now, because that is an open and shut case, but at the time, I was young and dumb.
My first paycheck, I noticed I had a ton of missing hours.
So, when I asked my boss about it, she told me we only get paid until the store closed. So that night, I walked out when the store closed. They tried to guilt me into staying, because "the other team members need me”. Screw that.
I don't work for free, sorry. Especially when I'm already making minimum wage.
I was representing this poor woman who was getting divorced from a truly insane man. He had OCD which manifested primarily financially, so he made their lives a penny-pinching nightmare. He was obsessed with avoiding unnecessary driving due to wear and tear on the car and gas expenses, so he cut the whole family’s hair at home and never let them eat at a restaurant or go to the movies.
One of the weirdest things of all was that he kept one toilet paper roll on him at all times and you had to get one square from him before you could go to the bathroom.
He never gave more than one square. The wife finally said "Enough" and left him when 1) he gave her bangs during an in-home haircut and 2) their daughter was so traumatized by the toilet paper thing they couldn’t potty train her. At that point, she told him it was over.
My wife was about to give birth, and I had just taken an odd job as a temporary thing. We had just moved to a new city and I had started this job less than three weeks earlier. The plan was for me to work there for a bit while I continued to search for an office job in engineering for the long run.
Well, when the big night finally came, I called my supervisor to let him know that I couldn’t come in because my wife was having contractions and her water had just broken. His reaction was so disturbing, it's impossible to forget.
He told me to get to work and that the baby wouldn't be born till later anyways. I said, “No, I'm driving my wife to the hospital now”. He told me to get the you-know-what back to work, so I simply said, "I quit" and hung up on him. No more than 10 days later, I found a much better job and I have been happily employed here for four years at this point.
I was working as a General Manager at a struggling restaurant—struggling despite excellent business, because the owners would do stupid things like take trips to Italy on the company dime to source the "perfect" panini press. They also wouldn't staff properly; I was the only waiter ever there, open to close, six days a week, on top of handling phone orders, inventory, and other managerial duties.
I was wildly overworked, but I sucked it up because the base pay was good, plus tips.
However, to fund their lavish "business" trips, costs had to be cut at the store. They decided to do this by bumping me down to minimum wage for tipped employees—effectively cutting my salary to 1/10 of its previous level. They were also too chicken to tell me until I got my new teeny paycheck and questioned the mistake.
"Oh yeah haha, forgot to mention that blah blah cost-cutting blah valued team member please work with us through this difficult time". I had worked for two weeks at this new lower rate without my knowledge. Pretty sure that's not right, but hey, a lot of bad things go on in the restaurant industry.
That's not when I rage quit, though....
A couple of hours later, I'm fuming and have decided that I can't work for the lower rate, so now I’m just waiting for the perfect chance to give my notice. They called in a delivery guy who was fired a few weeks before, and they talk about hiring him to start doing our Facebook posts and handing out flyers around town.
Then I hear them offer him close to my old salary as "Promotions Manager"! What??? I was basically running the place for $2.13/hr and you're offering this dude almost $20/hr to walk up and down the street saying "Eat at (Name)"? And yet, it gets worse.
The boss starts laughing and says "Better not ask our waitress to post one, it'll be all boohoo don't eat there, I can't pay my rent this month because they cut my pay without telling wahhhh"! I don’t think I was supposed to hear that, but I was five feet away, so of course I did. I RAGED!
I quit on the spot, told them to screw their job, and wished them good luck keeping the place open without me.
They quickly realized I was right, as neither of them knew how to do more than pick up the takings once a week. They begged me not to quit.
They were so desperate that they sat there for half an hour and allowed me to bluntly tell them exactly what kind of huge idiots I thought they were in excruciating detail.
I went on and on as my rage burned, and they just quietly listened, nodding and apologizing.
Once I had cursed myself back into calmness, I walked out, 30 minutes before the dinner rush began, leaving them with an unstaffed floor and no clue how to even open the cash register. God, they were morons. I loved that they actually listened to me telling them exactly how stupid they were.
No repercussions on my side, as the restaurant industry isn't known for checking references. The place closed down about 18 months later, and I was surprised it even made it that long.
I used to work at a small, family-owned restaurant for over a year. All I ever did while I was there was wash dishes.
The owner hated me and always did her best to make my shift miserable because her creepy husband loved being around me and talking to me all the time. But that wasn't even the worst part. Eventually, she accused me of secretly hooking up with him more than once.
My last straw was when she decided to call me a filthy homewrecker in front of not just my coworkers, but also a whole group of customers. The kicker? I was 15 years old.
My housemate defaulted on the rent and car payments that he owed me, so I booted him out.
He tried to get back at me by bullying my fiancée and trying to make her doubt our relationship and then tried to have me arrested for assault. He had gone too far. So, I sicked my solicitor on him and he ended up begging me to give him some leniency because the debt was ruining his life.
He had to drop out of college to work full time to pay both me and his rent and messed up his relationship with his parents because they had to bail him out. Now when I kicked him out, I was going to let him get resettled before asking about the debt and maybe renegotiate.
But he decided to make my fiancée cry. Ain't no one messes with my woman.
I was working as a plumbing apprentice at a very large mall. It was just myself and my foreman. Our meeting room was way on the other side in the basement from the store where we were working.
My foreman would bring his tools in the morning and then after 30 minutes of looking at what was completed yesterday, make an excuse and spend the rest of the day reading the paper in our office, then saunter back at the end of the day to get his tools.
Well one Friday, he brought his tools in the morning, made his excuse, and disappeared. I didn’t see him all day...not even when it was time to go home. So, I packed up all the tools and struggled across the busy mall back to the lock up.
My foreman had clearly lost track of time and was startled when I showed up.
He looked at all the stuff I’d brought and realized I’d left his personal tools on the other side of the mall. He freaked out and demanded that I “Go back and get his tool bag right now”! I looked at him and pointed out that they were his personal tools and it was after regular work hours, but he cut me off and shouted, “Did I freaking stutter”?
So, I went back across the mall.
Into the storefront. Dumped all his tools onto the floor and brought back his empty tool bag. Back at the lock up he looked at me, gasped, and said “Where are all my tools”? To which I replied, “You told me to go back and get your tool bag, and you didn’t stutter”. I was promptly transferred to another job-site Monday morning.
My old boss was a jerk who liked to rip off old ladies and low-income families. I got in trouble for doing my job right because it made him look bad. He expected me to do my job and his. So, one day, while he was yelling at me for some nonsense, I abruptly removed my work shirt, threw it in his face, and walked off the job.
The fallout was that I now had no job in a city I had just moved to a few months earlier, but knowing that I had just screwed this guy over made it all worth it.
I’m an intern, but the judge I work for used to do divorce work. He has some crazy stories but this one is probably the most outrageous, though the divorce was pretty justified.
Every morning, this couple would sit in the bathroom together while one of them had their morning dump. One would sit on the toilet and the other on the rim of the bathtub. At this point, I'm not even sure I want to know what made them say "Enough" and throw in the towel because I just know it's going to be really weird.
Turns out that on this particular morning, the wife was on the toilet and husband was on the edge of the tub.
They started to argue about their relationship, so the wife reaches down, pulls her tampon out and flings it at the husband. I’m told the tampon stuck for a brief second to his forehead before sliding off. He filed for divorce that same day or the next.
I was 18 years old and working at a movie theater concession stand on an extra busy day. My coworkers made themselves busy doing things that didn’t need to be done (like checking toilet paper or organizing candy) instead of helping me with a long line of customers that wrapped itself around the entire stand. One lady got extremely nasty with me because I didn’t butter the middle of her popcorn the way she had wanted me to. She was literally screaming at me for it.
I looked around and saw one of my coworkers just watching me and laughing as they pretended to clean the ticket booth window. That was the final straw. I logged out of the computer system, closed the cash register, walked out of the concession stand, slammed the door behind me, told the customer she was a jerk who didn’t need more butter, told my coworker to go screw himself, and walked right out of the theater—leaving the long and very confused line of customers completely unattended.
I never went back despite the fact that they were apparently willing to forgive me because this “wasn’t my usual behavior”.
It was the night of my sorority initiation ceremony.
I didn't have my phone for a few hours and my boyfriend was calling me incessantly. In response to him not being able to get a hold of me he went and got two sleeve tattoos. They were done in his friend's basement and they looked like it too.
That's when I knew I needed to get out of that relationship.
My drug addict sister's kids were taken by DCFS when they learned what she'd been doing. I drive from Chicago to Los Angeles, and spent six months and $20,000 to get her and her deadbeat husband clean.
Six months later I left, thinking they were okay and knowing that they were less than a month away from getting their kids back. Then I learned the truth.
They got high before I got a hundred miles away. Their kids were adopted by a wonderful family, but my sister wouldn't give up, saying that she's their mother and she knows what's best for them.
She hit rock bottom, or so I thought, left her husband, went back to Florida to live with my mother and get clean. Three weeks later, she's involved with a new boyfriend, another addict, and she's high again.
California relents, and tell her that if she sends letters to the judge, they'll look into the case again.
I get a phone call from my mom who is crying happy tears asking me to write the letter since I dabble in writing and have an eye for grammar, punctuation, etc. I refuse. Enough is enough. My sister starts blowing up my phone. I don't answer.
She texts me. I tell her to lose my number.
My mom called me and said that I needed to come to the house (30 minutes away) because she didn't know how much longer my grandfather was going to make it. She insisted that I let my girlfriend at the time drive me because she didn't want me driving upset, as I was very close with my pawpaw.
Girlfriend agreed... I threw on some shoes and was ready to go. Girlfriend proceeded to get in the shower. And then blow dry and straighten her hair. And then do her makeup.
My mother called when we were 15 minutes away and told me that he'd passed. Had we left when we were supposed to, I would've gotten to say goodbye.
I dumped her on the spot.
A long time ago, I was working as a real estate agent. After spending over a month working on a $478K deal that I facilitated and eventually closed, my boss handed me a commission check for just $500. That was all I needed to see to never go back to that job.
Shortly after that, I moved to Tampa, tripled my salary, and lived happily ever after.
Okay, this one is pretty gross. Growing up in a house of only girls, personal space does not exist even a little bit. We used to bathe in front of each other, and even use the bathroom in front of each other.
There are no boundaries, nothing was off limits. Even so, my younger sister was NOTORIOUS for shaving "down there" in the tub.
She was also notorious for not rinsing it out when she was done. Pubes. Everywhere. One day, she was taking a bath and I asked her to rinse when she was done, because I planned on taking a bath afterwards.
She told me to screw off. So, I reached in my pants, snipped off a chunk of pubes, tossed them in the tub with her, and walked out.
First job ever. McDonald's inside a Walmart. It was a busy Saturday afternoon with a line going all the way out the door.
The manager starts yelling at me to stop taking orders because she can't keep up with my pace. I was 15 years old at the time and therefore not old enough to work the grill, so I asked what I should do instead. Her answer was vicious.
She rudely told me that if I was too dumb to figure that out, then she didn't need me there.
So I was like, "Yeah, I guess you've got this covered then," clocked out, tossed my hat on the ground, and strolled out the front door as she pleaded for me to come back—leaving her to deal with that long lineup on her own. I wish 31-year-old me had the nerve that 15-year-old me had!
One of my exes was a stickler about money to the point it felt petty. Every time we went out to eat, even after dating for two years, he would flag down the waiter and say, "We need the check split in half. Evenly". If we would spend $5 at the grocery store buying spaghetti and sauce, he would ask me to pay half.
Anyway, my 17-year-old cat was dying, and I was heartbroken. The day I said goodbye to her, my then-boyfriend took me out for ice cream. We shared a $5 sundae at Dairy Queen. He paid! I was so happy and touched by the small gesture during the worst day of my life.
But then in the car afterward, he asked me a question that made me lose it. He asked if we should "settle up now or... because, I mean... the sundae was $4.95 and I don't think you gave me any money for it".
I threw a $20 at him and cried.
Listen, I don't expect men to foot the bill all the time, and I definitely like to be fair, but buying your long-term girlfriend a $5 sundae when she's absolutely distraught is not unreasonable.
I used to work at an inbound call center. My sales stats went up because I reversed the order of two upsell paragraphs.
Nevertheless, my boss got mad at me for doing things my own way and told me to just read the script exactly as it was written. I handed in my notice right then and there.
We just turned 16 so a friend and I got a job at Bob Evans bussing tables.
It was awful. We got yelled at by the waitresses who wanted the tables cleaned and by hostesses who took customers to the tables. The dish washers were never happy with the way we stacked dishes because most of the time, the customers glued the dishes together with syrup.
No one in the back even acknowledged us.
Only ones who were cool to us were the cooks who'd hook us up with giant steak burgers even when we ordered regular burgers for our own lunch. But the most harassment came from this assistant manager who was just downright mean, yelling and belittling us at every opportunity.
I was a pretty conscientious worker and I tried very hard but if you know what kind of rush we deal with in that place, especially in the weekends, you'd know there's no way you can keep up with the flood.
Finally, we had enough. We marched in the day before we were scheduled on the weekend as we were all in school and told the mean manager we're quitting.
She asked us when our last day was and my friend and I looked at each other, smiled, and said, "today". She got all shocked and angry and asked us if we're really not coming in the two busiest days of the week, and I took an enormous satisfaction telling her, "nope".
Brother of mine thought his wife was having an affair.
Her phone would always be going off and she would hide it. He got curious, looked into it, and found some guy had been texting her for a few months. He was distraught and told me all about it when we drove to go on a hunting trip.
But when I heard what she'd done, I changed our plans.
We never ended up leaving the city. Instead, we went to my house and stayed there till it got dark, then drove back to his neighborhood in my neighbor’s car. Meanwhile, my bro's wife sent him a picture of her at home saying she was going to go to bed early that night.
Well, we snuck close to the house and saw a guy walk to the house and let himself in.
My brother was fuming at this point and wanted to beat the daylights out of the guy. I settled him down and told him to think about the long run.
We snuck up to the house and using the night vision camera got video of them bumping uglies in the living room. My brother wanted to confront this guy at this point so... I did something messed up and called the authorities.
I said I heard a lot of yelling from the house and asked if they could go check.
It kept my brother from messing with the dude (a coworker of hers). Authorities show up, take statements. We leave and the next day he pulls her iMessages off the email account and talks to a lawyer. We give the lawyer the messages. But we weren't done yet.
When we show up five days later from our "hunting trip," he calls her and says he got something wild and wants her to come out and see it. When she comes out he gives her divorce papers and kicks her out of the house. She had the authorities do a civil stand by while she got her stuff a few days later.
House was his before they got married so all she got to keep was some stuff they bought together and her car.
No kids and the prenup nullified the alimony she could have gotten as he made way more money than her. The guy she was sleeping with had a record.
We saw her a few months later, she tried talking to my wife and said she missed my brother and she was sorry, the guy and her broke up shortly after the divorce.
My ex cheated on me with a married man. She now lives with him.
She is a jerk, but I got the last laugh. You see, I still have the login for her DVR. I logged in, erased all her shows, then recorded only the show Cheaters. Petty, but it makes me laugh.
My wife always had a drinking problem but I tried to not judge and just live with it.
Until one day when I came home from work to find my daughter saying she couldn't wake up mommy. After ten minutes of trying to wake her up and finding an empty bottle underneath the couch, I realized that I can’t be with a person like this and neither should my daughter. I have recently started the divorce process.
I was pregnant with my oldest daughter and had extreme pain one day, so I came home early from work. When I get home I see two purses that I knew weren't mine sitting on the stand. I head to my room to see if my then-boyfriend could explain the purses; I'm hearing noises coming from our room.
I opened the door to peek in and he is having a threesome. I close the door and just go back into the living room.
I was shocked. I couldn't believe he would do this to me. Not only was I supposed to be on bed rest, I was the only one who had a job.
I was going to school and working while he got to stay home all day and cheat on me. It was the last straw. I was livid, but I managed to remain calm. I went into the living room, sat on the couch and waited for them to come out.
When they finally did, I asked them if they had fun?
I told them they needed to get out of my apartment. He tried to talk to me, but I told him he needed to get out. I calmly packed off of his stuff up, had a friend come over because I couldn't do heavy lifting being 7 months pregnant and dropped his stuff off at his parents' house that night.
It's still shocking to me that I remained so calm being that angry.
I used to work as a lifeguard. At one point, I had injured my shoulder and was in a sling, yet they forced me to come into work and threatened to fire me if I didn’t. I had to guard a pool while being unable to swim because, as I mentioned, MY ARM WAS IN A FREAKIN’ SLING. In response, I specifically did the pettiest thing I could possibly think of.
I sent in my resignation very late at night, the evening before my morning shift.
Have fun finding a replacement, jerks!
My ex showed up at my apartment after dumping me out of the blue. I had moved closer to her to go to school, and she either found someone else in the weeks leading up, or was getting me out of the way to facilitate something.
After finally getting a hold of her, I went over to her place, got the books I loaned her, and left.
Skip forward two weeks, I've met some people in my apartment, classes are going, and I'm in a good mood. Her birthday was on a Saturday, and before we split, I knew she was throwing a big party.
Imagine my surprise when I hear a knock on my door at 11 PM. Thinking it's my neighbor, I open without checking, and I can't believe who's there.
It turns out some Rico Suave-esque dude had been hitting on her during the summer, and once I was out of the picture, she saw how sleazy he really was. I never got the whole story, but something about jumping around to her friends after he planted his flag.
She was crying because apparently he'd shown up at her party with another girl, prompting her to come find me for some good old-fashioned sympathy.
I listened to all this with a calm demeanor, and upon her finishing, asked what she expected me to do. She asked if she could come in, and I looked her in the eye and simply said, "nope". The typical weepy "Why don't you love me"? ensued, which I cut short, by stepping inside and closing the door behind me.
There were a couple of things building up to the last straw for me, mainly that I was the supervisor of my crew yet the boss was always just "getting around to the paperwork" that would confirm my title change and pay raise. In the interim, I had not received my proper salary for a full three months.
I was also supposed to be getting full medical benefits, but the day I quit the benefits were "in the mail, so just wait"...for another seven months.
My "enough"! moment happened when my partner fell asleep next to me, and a text message arrived on his phone.
I had known for ages that something was wrong, but he kept insisting I was imagining things. I'm not proud of this, but I was so upset that I looked at his phone to see who was messaging him so late at night.
The contact was named “Babe ❤” I’m horrified. It must be a joke.
I read some texts to see the things they were saying. I found a message of her saying, “You make me the happiest girl in the world”. Unbelievable. As though it wasn't bad enough that he was cheating, he made me feel guilty and crazy for thinking it was a possibility.
I got out of bed and immediately went home.
That was definitely the MOST satisfying no I've ever told. We had a co-worker who only worked one or two shifts a month but was notorious for trying to switch at the last possible moment. I usually got those hours as I was part time and had nothing else to do.
My boss loved it when I volunteered to come in, so things were all right.
I booked off several days for a convention 3 hours away and made sure to do it 6 months before I'd have to go. The boss okayed it because it was so far in advance.
She scheduled the problem co-worker to take a couple of those days. Up until the day before I had to leave, there wasn't a problem.
She called me during my last shift before my trip begging me to take her shifts as "something came up". I told her that I had planned this and paid a lot of money ahead of time that I couldn't get back.
Boss took the call and told her too bad, come in or don't come back. I went on my trip the next day and everything was good.
Or, I should say that it would've been, had the coworker not been calling me constantly wondering where I was.
She still thought I could come in for her and even deluded herself into thinking I'd said I would when I clearly said the opposite. This started at 8:30 that morning, when some of the other people in my room were still sleeping, and continued well past noon.
In total, she called me I think ten times that day and sent me numerous texts with thousands of question marks and exclamation points asking me where I was.
I told her several times that I was on vacation - as planned! - and that I would not be coming in for her.
She finally threatened to tell my boss, so I called her bluff and told her to go ahead, that the boss had okayed me to leave ages ago. I didn't hear from her for the rest of the day.
Then she called me again on day 2. I lost it.
Once again, early in the AM. We were out at the rave the night before and exhausted. Even my mother who’s overbearing knew that she should wait to call me until later during the day when I wouldn't be a con-zombie. Not this woman. 8 AM she calls me, earlier then the day before.
I pick up, groggily answer 'h'llo'? only for her to squawk "WHERE ARE YOU? YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO BE HERE TO COVER FOR ME TODAY BECAUSE I HAVE A THING AT BLAH BLAH BLAH THAT I JUST MADE UP--" at the top of her lungs. I was tired, my feet were already hurting, my roommates were giving me the stink eye and I had enough.
"No, I'm not coming in for you. I wasn't going to yesterday, I never said I was. What I did say was that I was going on a vacation for several days and that I would be 2-3 hours away and therefore unable to cover for anyone.
I told you that six months ago and continued to tell you for those entire six months. I told you the day before I left. I told you yesterday. The boss told you; the boss gave me the appropriate time off. I went to bed at three in the morning last night, and so did the five other people now listening to me explain this to you like you are a toddler.
You have woken us all up. I have had enough. I am calling the boss. Work your shift".
I hung up and called the boss who was furious for being woken up on her day off and who had to deal with this woman yet again. She told me she'd handle it and call me back.
I didn't get that call for a good half an hour, so I don't know how badly she got reamed out for certain. The boss assured me that it was done and that I should enjoy the rest of my vacation without work calls, which I did.
My boss told me that we were going to be spending our breaks from now on doing mandatory Zumba. I immediately told her I was going home.
It was my 7th trip to the DMV when trying to reinstate my license. Every single time, they scrutinized my paperwork and always managed to find something “wrong” and would send me away to fix it. On this 7th trip, they finally resorted to, “You have no proof that you ever had a license,” despite my piles of paperwork showing my driving record, among other things.
I have never reacted the same way before or since.
I said I refused to leave the seat until I knew exactly what was needed.
Finally, the manager said he could contact my previous state of residence and could get a verification that I had indeed had a license there. It would take 3 minutes. That’s when I yelled, in the middle of the DMV, “WHY WASN’T THAT THE FIRST FREAKING THING YOU SAID??!”! I got my license back.
I had a primary job that gave me decent hours, but I wanted more money for the summer so I sought out a second job. I landed a spot as a hostess at a chain restaurant. A day into that job, my mother went to the hospital and was diagnosed with a terminal illness.
Naturally, the news wrecked me. I was a teenager and already had a lot to deal with (as a teenager would) at the time.
I learned this news about half-way through my shift one day. The supervisor pulled me aside and commented on my attitude. He says I am not smiling much, that I seem down, etc.
I was honest and told him about my mom. I told him I was trying my best. Then he tells me, rudely: "Your job is important and you need to be focusing on that right now. Your mom can wait".
I left on the spot.
Every night, my boyfriend would come home drunk, demand physical attention, and go to sleep until work the next morning.
I cannot say that there were no good days in the relationship. There were some better days than others. But things overall were miserable and unhealthy. He would hit me, use cuss words, and throw my things away.
He even once asked me to leave in the middle of the night.
The moment I decided to leave the relationship was when it hit me that this daily cycle would probably never change.
I was working retail right after high school. Minimum wage job ($5.15/hour) as a stockman for a retail company. When I took the job, I thought “stockman” was only dealing with the merchandise from the truck to the floor. Turns out, it was a code word for "Everything the managers, cashiers and people on the floor don't do", including janitorial work.
It was one Saturday, we were busy, and someone trashed the men's room.
Clogged the toilet, then pooped in it again, and flushed it in the only stall we had. The walls, they had to have taken an ink pen, broke the ballpoint off and let it ooze out all over the walls. It was disgusting. I was the only stockman on duty because the store cut everyone's hours.
So, my manager told me that I had to clean that restroom up real fast and get back into the stockroom and do the rest of my other duties that day. I took a survey of that destroyed restroom and told the manager (he was a jerk anyway), "No. I don't think we have the tools to fix that toilet and I'm not doing that with my hands and if you tell me to do so I will quit".
He fired me for refusing to clean it up.
The next day his boss, the store's actual manager (the one who fired me was just a co-manager) told me that such cleanups aren't store staff but should have been a call to a plumber and that the guy who fired me didn't actually have the authority to fire me.
Then he asked me to come back to work because I was the only stockman scheduled for the weekend and no one else was either answering the phone or wanting to come into work. I didn't go back.
I worked at an awful private "school" with terrible management, and an even worse boss. I had been planning to take a summer vacation back home with my wife and kid for, oh, about 6 months.
I'd gotten my direct supervisor's approval. I'd gotten a second supervisor's approval. All of this over email, and all directly CC'ed to the boss. Airlines were booked, stays planned.
A week and a half before takeoff, I get the worst email I could imagine. It's from the horrible boss saying that my request was "unreasonable" and saying I needed to rearrange/drastically shorten my trip. Fortunately, I had been hating it there for about 9 months at that point - it was, again, an absolute nightmare workplace - and had been interviewing at real schools for some time, and had just landed a new position.
It was extremely satisfying to link him every email approval of the vacation over the past 6 months to multiple supervisors, point out that he'd been CC'ed every single one of them, and tell him that not only was I not going to change my travel plans, but he could consider this correspondence my notice of resignation.
OK, in my very slight defense, my boyfriend at the time in high school cheated on me with a very, very innocent exchange student who was only 14 (even though she looked 11). He was 17 or 18 and I was furious, not so much because he cheated but because I loved that little kid and after he used and dumped her, I found her sobbing so hard in the bathroom that nobody could even understand what she was saying at first.
OK, so he was a jerk too...but then there was me. My dude was stupid, like genuinely very dumb. Typical football jock who'd been socially promoted probably since kindergarten and could literally barely read. I was an honor student. We were a bit mismatched. He knew I wrote and read poetry, so he took it upon himself to write me a poem every day.
Needless to say, they were littered with spelling and grammatical errors, but also, they just sucked. He would often say, "I'm terrible at this, I'm so stupid," but I would say, "Noooo, I love them, they're great"! I had been encouraging him to learn to read better and had even convinced him to go to after-school tutoring sessions with my English teacher, who was nationally known for her work helping illiterate or semi-literate people.
So, he had been making some progress and I didn't want to discourage him by saying, "Uh yep, these are real trash". Well, after he screwed and dumped my little French friend, I SHOULD have dumped him. But instead, I did something even darker. I took all the poems he had written me, corrected them in red ink, tied them in a bundle with a red silk ribbon, and left them in his locker with a note that said:
"You're right, you really are an idiot".
My landlord is trying to sell the house I currently live in, which sucks, but what can I do? Anyways, she tells me that there is going to be an open house from 11 to 3, so I need make the house look spotless and I'm not allowed to be in my own home for 4 hours.
I do. I take my family out for a few hours after spending the previous day making the house look spotless. We get back at 3:02 and there are still people there. Alright, whatever, the landlord has never been on time with anything before, I'll just ask how much longer this will take.
Before I can even ask the realtor lady what's up, she tells me that I need to leave because she's not done yet. No sorry for running late, no asking me to bend over even further than I already have, no. She tells me I need to go.
So, my response was "That really sucks.... for you". The look she had, that a mere peasant dare refuses her was priceless. She then repeats to me that there are still people inside so I can't come in.
That's when I got really pissed. "Are you seriously telling me that I can't come into my own home because you are running late with your job"?! She calls my landlord and surprise, surprise, my landlord actually took my side.
"Your time is up, it's his home".
This one "cool" guy, let’s call him Davey, tormented our English teacher for no reason. She was very sweet and passionate about her job, but this guy was a JERK. The day that caused the breakdown, he took the remote for the TV.
Her class was during the daily announcements, so the TV was always used. When she couldn't find the remote, she had to stand on her tip toes to press the right buttons.
When the TV turns off, the teacher goes to turn it on again. A minute later, it turns off again.
She jokes, "Okay is someone playing a prank on me"? No one says anything. But Davey keeps going until she snaps and, being immature ninth graders, we all snicker. That's when she unloads about how she's having a tough time lately, ranting about her personal life.
But Davey doesn't care.
He turns on the TV and starts channel surfing. The teacher lets out an animalistic yell and bursts into tears. She runs out for like 20 minutes until she comes back with this tough as nails teacher who literally pulls Davey out of his desk by his shirt collar. His feet dangle off of the ground, his whole arm shakes as he takes the remote out of his pocket and showed it.
I loved every second of it.
When I got a promotion with more responsibilities, I asked my boss for a raise. He told me that, if anything, they’re gonna dock my pay now because it was so rude of me to make that request of them. I went home after my shift that day and never came back.
I can remember that day like it was yesterday... I was home packing my stuff to get ready for when my husband was getting out of basic training. I NEVER yell or even raise my voice to anyone ever. My dad has always had a wicked temper, and my sister has a knack for starting yelling matches with him and matching his energy.
One night, she forgot to do something she was supposed to, and the yelling started again. I ignored it up until he called her stupid. It got under my skin so I spoke up a little, saying that he shouldn't call her that. He hollered back, "You are MY daughters, I can talk to you however I want"! That's when I snapped.
I saw red for the first time in my life, and I completely lost it. I screamed back at him at how I was tired of him treating us like garbage when he lost his temper, at how we hid in the back room with my mom until he cooled off, and how all I wanted was to visit my family before I had to move over 12 hours away from them.
I also threatened that if he EVER wanted to see me again, then he needed to shut up and sit in the corner until he was done throwing a fit. I yelled at him for the first time in my life for a solid 30 minutes. I didn't stop until everything that had built up over the years was let out, and I saw him go from red-faced angry to what seemed to be guilt-ridden.
When I finally stopped, he was quiet. He didn't say a word and walked away. Shortly after I moved out, he went to a doctor and has been put on some medication to help with his anger issues. Now he's super friendly to all of us, and I haven't heard him throw a tantrum like he used to in over 10 years now.
He has never spoken poorly to me or my sister since then either.
I worked at a gas station deli back in the day and, right before I went in for my shift one time, my mom called me up to let me know that my sister had been rushed to the hospital and that I needed to get there as soon as possible to be with the family.
I called my manager, who told me that I had to find someone to cover my shift if I wanted to miss it.
I called a few people and one person said that they would come in and cover my shift. I called my manager back and let them know that so and so would be covering my shift.
My manager said that was ok. I came in two days later for my next shift and the manager immediately started flipping out on me as soon as I walked in the door.
She was ranting about how I had screwed the place over because I didn't show up for my shift.
I proceeded to remind her that I had to go to the hospital for my sister and that so and so was covering my shift. She then proceeds to tell me how so and so didn't show up, and how therefore it was my fault that they lost a bunch of money that night and whatnot.
I simply replied "Are you freaking kidding me? I'm sorry if you were too stupid to remember our call, but I had a family emergency so screw you and screw this place"! As I walked out the door, I slowly paused, turned around, and proceeded to shout, "Screw this place"! one more time.
I used to work at a movie theater in my hometown all throughout my high school years. When I moved away to start college, I was able to transfer to a theater owned by the same company as the one in my college town. The management at the new theater was absolutely terrible.
They were demeaning towards the staff, they fired people for not selling rewards cards, and they scheduled mandatory all-hands meetings with less than a week’s notice.
At one such meeting, (at seven in the morning on a Sunday, by the way), some of my coworkers were starting to fall asleep.
To wake them up, our managers forced all of us to stand up, do five jumping jacks, and sit back down. They did this every time that anyone fell asleep at any point for the duration of the three-hour meeting.
After around the fourth or fifth time that this occurred, I decided that I'd had enough.
I didn't stand up for our "punishment" when everyone else did. My manager singled me out, asking why I refused to participate. I replied, "We're not children, don't treat us like we are". I was 20 years old at the time. My manager replied by suspending me for a month, right there, in front of everyone.
I promptly replied, "I’ll save you the trouble! I quit" and never went back. No regrets.
My brother and I played travel sports for a few seasons as kids. One trip, I was at the pool with some of his teammates messing around in the water and the coach's kid was being a jerk as usual.
My brother was one of the smaller kids on his team so the coach's son would mess with him a lot. Most of the kids on my brother's team disliked him but didn't speak up so they wouldn't be next.
He thought it would be funny to pick up my brother’s drink right in front of him and spit into it. My dad taught me from a young age not to let anyone mess with my brother or sister, so I got seriously angry.
I took a good running start and shoulder checked him into the pool. Since he had just gotten there, he hadn't taken his clothes off yet, and cried because his phone and iPod got ruined.
He literally ran out yelling, "I'm telling my dad"! Well that backfired, because everyone stuck up for my brother and the coach was not happy to find out what a colossal jerk his son was being, so he was the only one to end up getting in any trouble.
During the last couple years of high school, there was always this guy, we'll call him Daniel who thought he was the alpha male who could get any girl he wanted. He pretty much went out with every single "popular girl" in the school, and I guess he started to realize he was running out of options on deciding which girl to hurt next.
Everyone knew he was a jerk and they loved hearing juicy stories of how his former girlfriends broke up with him.
Daniel knew about all the talk going on behind his back, so he tried to camouflage himself with the other "cliques" of people. That's when he started talking to me. I was part of the nerd/smarty group, and he thought I was an easy target. He was wrong.
The next day after Daniel tried to convince me he changed, I overheard him talking to an old friend of his about his plan to lure me in just so he could make one of his exes jealous. I got heated, and knew I had to be the one to finally say something to him.
As the bell rang indicating that is was time for lunch, I met up with Daniel in the center of the cafeteria.
The moment he was about to ask me out, I made sure everyone he'd hurt was watching, and told him he could go to hell because all he wanted was someone to make him feel more secure.
I told him he was the biggest jerk and everyone in that school knew, and he should be ashamed of himself for hurting all those poor girls who thought they were going to actually have a chance at a decent relationship.
His face turned redder than any tomato I've seen and he bolted for the door.
We didn't catch wind of him for about a week or so, and when we finally heard what had happened after the incident, the only thing we knew was that he switched to another school to probably put all that embarrassment behind him. Served him right for thinking he could run everything.
It was definitely the most satisfying "no" I've ever said to anyone.
My ex-wife and I went up to Big Bear to go snowboarding and spend some time together. We were having issues and I thought to be fun to get away and do something fun together.
Let's just say it did not go well. She said she grew up snowboarding, but she never made it down a hill and had a terrible time.
So we went back to the cabin and she was pretty much just on her phone, not talking to me.
We make it back and she says she needs to just shower and be alone for a bit. She goes off and I just hang in the den. She left her phone in her purse and it just kept buzzing, so I checked it out because what if someone was trying to reach us or something?
I wish I could unsee what I saw.
I open it up to read a full conversation between her and this guy. It wasn't good. I read how that day’s texts started and they started really early in the morning. "Hope you're doing ok up there". "We'll see, doubt it. He's trying too hard.
He should just know it really doesn't matter. Wish I was up here with you instead".
Just the worst stuff. And that was before I even woke up. I was pretty devastated and really didn't know what to do. I knew I didn't want to fight because I realized she wasn't worth fighting for.
Grabbed my bag and drove back to San Diego. I took her phone with me, so I could text him and tell him "We're coming home early, let's meet".
I ended up inviting him to a coffee shop and waited for him to show up. When he walked through the door, he saw me immediately and kind of stopped.
I waved him over and wasn't too far from the door, so I told him we need to talk. He comes over and already front loads with the "It's not what you think," blah blah blah speech.
I told him that if he wants her, he can take his sorry butt to Big Bear and go get her.
Because I was leaving and we're through. See you when we sign the papers. And I left. Second worst day of my life but I'm glad it happened. Met my lady three years later and we've been together for four years, now engaged. Things are much better now.
I often hold my emotions in and they all come bursting out at once with explosive consequences. At a job where I was just there for the paycheck and not much else, never going above and beyond, never volunteering, I had two bosses, one of whom was fair, and the other who was a complete jerk.
Day after day, I cataloged things the bad manager did that were ineffective and useless, or just plain mean.
It was clear he wasn’t very good at his job and often used the punishment of others to mask his incompetence. One day, when he wrote me up for being five minutes late to work, I said fine.
Later that day he wrote me up for taking a break that was too long by two minutes. Whatever. Even later, he called me into his office and said he was writing me up for “delaying work” because he’d observed me moving slowly.
This was a bridge too far and I let him have it.
No, I knew I wasn’t a perfect employee, but if he spent less time on his computer and more time with the workers he wouldn’t have to write me up for being slow, he’d have to write himself up for being slow because he’d realize how completely incompetent he was at even moving boxes. And then he fired me.
I couldn’t have been happier.
I was on a cruise vacation with my husband and some in-laws. There was a gem salesman on the cruise who was excessively chatty and persistent. He would get off at ports and try to convince people to buy his jewelry at whatever local store he used.
Well, we happened to wander into one of these stores, and this guy recognized us and went into full-salesman mode, chatting up my husband and brother-in-law.
Meanwhile, my mother-in-law and I are addressed only occasionally and not with much interest. I noticed all the women employees in the store watching the conversation, and I could detect undertones of misogyny in the air.
Finally, salesman dude looks at me and says "so honey, let me guess...you're a nurse"?
The tone wasn't 'and-nurses-are-awesome-people', either. It was 'you-seem-like-an-accessory-to-your-husband'. So, I answered frankly, yet politely, "no, actually I'm an aerospace engineer". That threw him off his game. It was like all the women in that room and I exchanged invisible high fives at that moment.
We had a guy in our office take a dump in the bathroom every day after lunch, and it would stink up the whole office. The manager asked everyone who needed to vacate their bowels to please use the lobby bathroom since our office was small and we only had the one bathroom.
He didn't listen. Fortunately, he was like clockwork, so five minutes before he went in, I took all the toilet paper. That's right. I forced the man to live with a dirty butt.
I used to work at a deli counter in a grocery store. My last straw was getting yelled at for something that I forgot to do.
I can't even remember what it was anymore, but it was a very minor thing and it was the first time I had ever forgotten an instruction. I was also the sole reason why my department had still been open and they were working the hell out of me, so they could have been a little more patient and understanding the one time that I made a mistake.
I had been working 10-13 hour days, not getting any help during rushes. After the yelling, I just walked out. The deli was closed for at least a few months after I quit.
My mom was a language teacher at my high school, and years after I had graduated, she called me kind of upset because a group of guys was trying to make her look dumb.
The class was supposed to write one of those team dialogues in Spanish. They had a week or so to prepare it, then they had to perform it in front of the class.
When she called on them to do theirs, they said: "But we already did ours, we're not doing it again". She said, "You definitely didn't do it, I don't have any record of it here and I would remember it if you had". They simply refused to do it, insisting they already performed it and that it was her fault she didn't take notes or put their scores down.
She was in the middle of questioning herself when one of the good kids came and told her the truth. They hadn't really done it, and they had just been bragging about making her look stupid. They apparently even threatened the class if they said anything. Well, obviously my mom was appalled, but she came up with an amazing revenge plot.
My mom was really into yoga at the time and got a great idea while meditating. She went in the next day and said, "Boys, I owe you an apology. I found my notes on your presentation and I do remember it, I don't know how I forgot"! She then went on to describe all the grammatical mistakes they made, all their word choice flaws, everything.
All made up. She failed them all on the project, and they couldn't do a thing about it without admitting they'd made it all up.
My neighbor's dog poops in our yard all of the time. It wouldn't be a big deal, except he never cleans up after her.
I finally had enough, so I decided to go with a classic. I put a flaming bag of his dog's poop on his porch, rang the bell, and hid in the bushes. When he answered the door, I finally got my revenge by having an affair with his wife for the last three and a half years.
In college, I lived with several guys in a suite. One dude liked to call me "chunky A”. Yes, I was chubby, and I still am, but I have lost a lot of weight and I am continuing to lose more. Still, at the time I was self conscious about it and I asked him politely but firmly to not call me that.
He laughed and did it more. That was the final straw.
I proceeded to call up every infomercial I saw on TV to send him baldness cures (he was losing his hair), tourist information from places like Iowa and Nebraska, and information about adult bed wetting. He was not too impressed when the mail started coming in.
He accused me of it, but I played innocent. And then I took it up a notch.
I kept it up for two years while he lived there in the dorms. His junior year, he moved out to an off-campus place, so I found out where he lived.
I then waited a couple of months and started the process all over again. Yeah, I bombarded him with junk mail. It was probably the most savage thing I’ve ever done. I have no regrets.
I have been a renter most of my adult life.
The 2nd to the last place I rented was a nice, old house with a huge yard. We really liked this house. The landlord was a young man with a wife and baby. As long as we paid the rent even close to on time, he didn't bother us.
We hardly ever saw him. At the time my children were older, junior high ages and they wanted a dog. The landlord had told us when we moved in that pets were okay, as long as he was given notice.
After 2 years I finally gave in and we got a dog, a large shepherd/malamute puppy.
I notified the landlord. That's when everything went nightmare-level wrong. The landlord then did a 180-degree turnaround, wanted monthly inspections, increased the rent, and generally freaked out. After a few months he gave us 30 days' notice to leave. After much scrambling I found a house, slightly bigger, fenced yard, and close to our price range.
We signed a lease and moved in a big hurry.
Fast forward 6 months. I'm working from home when a large pickup truck pulls into the driveway. Out of this truck stepped a young woman carrying a baby. I recognized this woman as the wife of my former landlord.
I was very puzzled as we had not heard from these folks since the move. I invited her in, offered her coffee, and she proceeded to tell me the sad story of what had happened over the last 6 months to our former home.
She said her husband had evicted us because 1) he was worried about the dog doing damage to the property, which didn't happen, and 2) he had agreed to sell the place to someone under land contract.
The folks he agreed to sell to apparently paid only half the deposit, had never paid any rent, and had started parking and repairing cars all over the big, beautiful yard, tearing it up completely.
She ended the story by asking me if we'd be interested in moving back to the house we had liked so much.
After about 30 seconds I told her that we had signed a year's lease at this house, so no, we would not be able to move back into the home that her husband had evicted us from. Most satisfying no I've ever said!
When I was about 11 years old, I got bullied pretty bad at school by three guys who were a year older than me.
I had braces, glasses, and my ears stuck out a bit so they would wait for me after school to follow me home while insulting me all the way there, calling me ugly, disgusting, dumbo, and shoving me. Fast forward to when I was eighteen. I wore contact lenses, I grew into my ears, and my teeth were fine thanks to braces.
I was going to college, did some modelling, and worked as a bartender on weekends.
One night, these three guys came in. They saw me but clearly didn't recognize me. They kept hovering around the bar and ordering drinks. One of them seemed to get pretty serious.
He kept coming to the bar the following weekends and sat there trying to talk to me. One night he stayed until the end of my shift, said he was falling for me, and asked me out.
I said no. I told him my name and what he and his friends did to me.
He went pretty pale. I said that I'm not angry about this anymore but that to him, this was just some bullying, but to me it was years of insecurities to work through, and that I'd rather he just stayed out of my life.
Wife was pilfering money from the marriage, to the tune of about $1,000 per month.
It had gone on for a few years before I figured it out. (I thought she was saving the money, she was really stashing it in her dad's accounts). Not satisfied to simply stash away her own salary, she began to buy stuff on the joint charge card, then sell it on eBay.
I paid the card.
I started the divorce without telling her. During this time, I took my name off the joint card without telling her and began using my own credit card. When the bills came in for that month, I informed her that I would not pay the credit card bills anymore, that she had her own job and her own money and she could pay her own bills.
There was the expected ruckus about that, but I stuck to my guns.
A week or so later, she had a screaming foot stomping tantrum about how it wasn't worth her time to work her eBay business. (Because she now had to actually buy her own inventory instead of just selling stuff I bought).
Yeah, I cracked a smile.
The story ends thusly: I later traded the stolen money—and my silence about the felonies she committed while transferring the money—for shared custody, zero payments to her, and zero claims on real estate, etc. She walked away with less than she'd have gotten if she was honest.
I even got the house.
Our divorce was final four months ago.
My mom never told me how her best friend died. Years later, I was using her phone when I made an utterly chilling discovery.
Madame de Pompadour was the alluring chief mistress of King Louis XV, but few people know her dark history—or the chilling secret shared by her and Louis.
I tried to get my ex-wife served with divorce papers. I knew that she was going to take it badly, but I had no idea about the insane lengths she would go to just to get revenge and mess with my life.
Catherine of Aragon is now infamous as King Henry VIII’s rejected queen—but few people know her even darker history.
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