“Warmed My Evil Little Heart”: 53 Times People Served Petty Karma To Their Coworkers, And It Was Glorious

I used to leave a few pens on my desk, but they always seemed to vanish. At first, I thought maybe I was just being careless, but then I noticed one of my coworkers always had the exact same pens I bought. Instead of calling him out, I decided to make things a little interesting. I bought a pack of disappearing ink pens and left them in the usual spot. Sure enough, he “borrowed” one right before a meeting and started taking notes. About halfway through, his notes began fading until the page looked blank. He stared at it in total confusion while everyone else kept writing. I had to keep a straight face, but inside I was dying of laughter. Needless to say, he never touched my pens again after that little incident, and my desk supplies have been safe ever since.

I was waiting tables at an upscale steakhouse, and the company culture was absolute garbage. The owner, “Gary,” was constantly throwing tantrums and screaming at everyone, and we all HATED him. He’d line us all up before every shift just to berate us and yell how lucky we were that he’d hired us, because we were all bad at our jobs and no one else would ever have us. Stuff like that. The only reason anyone ever stuck around was because the money was good due to the high ticket prices and solid customer base, as well as the fact that there weren’t many other employment options for fine dining service in the area. In addition to being a massive prick, Gary was also a cheap jerk There was this 6-foot tall dessert cooler in the kitchen that had a broken door, and he put off fixing it for months because he didn’t want to spend the money, so it was just sort of hanging on its hinge and you had to be really careful opening it. Inevitably, during the height of a Saturday night rush, it fell completely off and hit one of the servers, hard. So she’s laying there on the kitchen floor, bleeding from a serious-looking wound on her head, and Gary is standing over her and SCREAMING down at her: “Way to go - just BRILLIANT. What the hell am I supposed to do now? It’s the middle of the rush, you’ve got a full section, and no one’s going to be able to pick up your tables because everyone who works here is useless and incompetent! You should have been more careful!”

I’d seen a lot from him, but this was the hard line, and I made a decision right then that I was out. So when I got home that night, I typed up a letter to Gary, telling him exactly why I was quitting and leaving no detail out when it came to his tantrums, his verbal mistreatment, and the hazards in the workplace that he wouldn’t address. I printed out 30 copies, went in early for my opening shift the following day (midafternoon - the place was only open for dinner) and hid them all over the restaurant where guests would find them: in the menus, under the napkins on the tables, in between paper towels in the restrooms, etc.

Some were in really obscure places, so that they wouldn’t be found right away and would keep popping up randomly - surprise! - allowing my legacy to live on. Then, instead of working my shift, I left before the pre-shift lineup. Fast forward to a couple days later, when a coworker reached out and shared with me the beautiful details of Gary’s head almost exploding with rage when he found out about the letters. A couple tables read them and walked out before ordering. People in the dining room could hear him screaming from the kitchen. Apparently they were still finding letters weeks later, and every time one surfaced, the vein in Gary’s forehead would pop out and he’d disappear into his office and slam the door. It remains one of my proudest moments, and my only regret is that I couldn’t be a fly on the wall, watching this all unfold.

So earlier today a coworker was walking round with a can asking for spare change donations. From what I can see from the label (I realized afterwards he was likely obscuring the full label on purpose), its a kid's charity. Okay, cool. He gets to my desk and i do have some loose change so i dig it out of my purse. As he holds the can out and i put the change in, i now see the full label and notice its not a kid's charity, its an anti abortion foundation. I am quite fiercely pro choice. Maybe I gave about thirty cents (I held the rest of the change in my palm once I realized what it was) but it was the clear deception that pissed me off. And I know a good bunch of my other co-workers tend not to ask details about donations, so he got a lot of mindless donations. So, I pulled out my phone and made a nice donation to my state's local abortion fund, and they let you do it in honor of someone, so i wrote "In honor of (jerk coworker's name) who thinks he can pull one over on busy office people." Suddenly Monday doesn't seem so bad.

I recently started to work in an office. Not very happy about it, as I prefer working from home, but it's only temporary so I'm hangin' there. Since I'm trying to save money, I take my own lunch instead of eating at one of the many restaurants near the office. Soon after I started, I noticed my food going missing from the break room. After digging a bit, I discovered who the culprit was. One of my coworker, let's call him "M", decided it was okay to take my lunch without asking for almost a week. I had to put a stop to this, but since I had no hard evidence like a video of him eating my stuff, I decided to take justice in my own hands. You see, "M" is a muslim and apparently very serious about it. To the point that he has to let everyone know about this at least once a day. Nothing wrong with being serious about your religion, mind you. But when everyone knows you as "the muslim guy" because that's the only thing you talk about, you may want to diversify your interests.

To me, however, he's known as "the lunch looter." Since it's my lunch after all, and I have absolutely no dietary prohibitions, I decided to prepare myself a delicious pork sandwich. Pepperoni, ham, smoked sausage, chorizo, bacon, pork leg, cochinita and even some chicharrón for good measure. Oh, and don't forget extra jalapeños, normally I don't like them but I want this one to pack a punch. I call it "the squealing supreme." Surely, any person who adheres to religious rules would be a fool to even go near my succulent sandwich, right? Well, seems like "M" is the type of person to grab food off the fridge without checking it first. Which led to hilarious results.

At some point before my lunch hour, the office was set off by bloody screams coming from the break room. When someone ran off to check, they found poor "M" crying about eating pork and saying that "someone" put non-halal meat in the fridge. This was my queue to get HR involved. This level of drama wouldn't go unnoticed anyway, and catching "M" eating my sandwich was all I needed to get them on my side.

Sadly, the pay off wasn't great. He was let off with a warning, and his excuse for taking my lunch is that I always brought "halal" food (basically just chicken and vegetables) so he took it. It's not that he thought it was for him, he just said he targeted my stuff because I was the only one bringing clean food. He was still quite pissed and in the last few days he's been giving me the death glare. Moral of the story: don't take people's food. Who knows? Maybe they enjoy the food your religion considers sinful.

I bartend at the airport. This happened last night, and it felt absolutely glorious. The security line through tsa was insane, there is an "employee" line, but it's mixed in with the regular line, hard to explain, but it's basically not any faster, if you will. After me and a coworker had already been waiting 25 minutes, we finally hit the front of the line. Two employees apparently thought they were more important than everyone else, and cut in front of us. I was furious. I remembered their faces. We have hot grab and go burgers and sandwiches at my store, and what we don't sell at the end of the night, we usually walk around and hand them out to employees or random people flying out. One of the line cutters came up 20 minutes after close, and we had like 30 hot sandwiches left. She asked if she could order food still, and I said we were closed. She says, "What are you going to do with those sandwiches?" I replied, "That's up to my manager." She told me I better find out fast because her break is almost over. I was counting my till, and had just finished it. I told her I couldn't ask until I finished counting my till. I recounted it 6 times until she left. Then I bagged up all the sandwiches and handed them out to every single other airport employee I could find, with a smile, like I was Santa Clause. Take that you line cutting jerk.

Several years ago I worked at a place and I would bring with me my special, experience homemade meals for lunch. Someone started stealing my lunches and I suspected a certain person and that person had a nut allergy. So one day I packed a meal containing walnuts and next thing I know one of my coworkers had a swollen face, had trouble breathing, and needed to be rushed to the hospital. Not my fault you had allergies and still decide to steal other people's lunches. Sorry, I simply had a craving for walnuts that day.

I worked an engineering contract for a while. They were pretty open ended, like a lot were, with a vague (but not binding) length specified. Kind of like: "This contract is expected to be for 12 months, but it is at will of the employer, and could end earlier or be extended further." But for those that do that kind of work, usually they stick to the vague timelines, and a lot of well performing contractors get extended.

Anyway... one day our team of 10 (all contractors, managed by one full time employee) let 3 of the contractors go. (And they had ME do it!!! Technically I was running that team, but... I was a contractor too, and not in charge of any firing like that.) So they were told "this is your last day" at 4pm. Me and another contractor asked our sponsor "hey - how come we didn't give those guys any notice?" He said brightly "that's why we hire contractors! So we can cut them loose at a moments notice whenever we want to!" We didn't love that answer. Also - it was a weird thing to say to two other contractors... He basically told us we'd get no notice and be let go instantly someday.

Anyway, long story short, that other contractor was a VERY sharp guy. He started interviewing, and got another job. He told me about it (and I didn't tell anyone else). It started in a few weeks. He just kept right on working the contract job, and was right in the middle of a bunch of work that only he understood. At 5pm on his last day he just stood up, grabbed his laptop/mouse/docking-station, walked to our sponsors desk and set them down. He just said brightly "hey, thanks for everything, this is my last day!" The guy said "wait, you're leaving?" and he just said "yes, thanks!" and walked out. That was it. (He did also hit 'send' on a more official 'last day' email at the same time too.) It was really funny, his work was half done, he didn't answer any calls or questions about it, and it took us like a month to figure it all out and get that project back on track. If the sponsor hadn't been SO delighted about being able to fire contractors at any second, that guy would definitely have given a nice two week notice and worked to have a smooth handoff of his work.

An unfriendly coworker used to use my Keurig in my cubicle all the time. She brought her own pods in so I really didn’t care. Then she started emptying my Brita pitcher to fill her water bottle up every day after I left and never refilled it. Annoying, but whatever.

Then one day, a friendly co-worker was standing at the entrance to my cube talking to me about a serious operation his wife needed to get soon. He was clearly worried and needed to talk to someone. The unfriendly walked up behind him, tapped him on the shoulder and snapped “you’re in the way.” The guy seemed embarrassed, apologized and walked off. She walked in, started her coffee and walked off while it brewed. I grabbed my bottle of Mio blackberry water flavoring and squeezed probably 1/3 of the bottle in her cup as the coffee filled it. She never used my Keurig or water pitcher again.

I have a coworker I don’t get along with. I tried being friendly with him when I first started, but he listened to a coworker who worked in my unit and she only ever spoke badly about me. She later admitted it’s because she “has a hard time making friends, is shy and sometimes being a little bit mean helps her open up.”

Anyway, this coworker guy is ONLY ever nice and helpful to the girls. For the longest time I was the only guy in my unit. That meant that if he had info he needed to share to me, he would take it to my boss. If he had info to share to anyone else in my unit he would come bearing gifts. Usually Mexican or Japanese snacks. He prefers his private messages to be only from the girls in the office. Recently he directly told me to only message him in the group chat. If it hasn’t been for the way he told me I would have been ok. There are managers in the group chat, time stamps, etc.

I began to message him in the group chat but only to point out his errors, showing that he was making people wait up to an hour to hear from him on issues that normally take 2-5 minutes to get a response back on, sending messages that people are on hold for him and implying that he should be taking calls he promises to take and not leaving them to flirt with girls in the office. In the last hour of the day he came back to me and just quickly said “please send messages for me directly to me.”

I didn’t. He was very stern in needing messages for him in the group chat.

So I was working in an office that was part of an agency that sole purpose was support of disabled persons. My supervisor, P, was a nasty jealous jerk.
One coworker, E, in another office was deaf (from 16 yo - so her speech was very normal), and while she had cochlear implants still had to do a lot of lip reading. P was fully aware of this. P's boss also made his high opinion of E well known which made P jealous. Previously, I had overheard P telling others E was a racist snob since she didn't always acknowledge hellos. (E was white, P and others were black.) I butted in to say, "no she can't hear if you speak from behind her or don't also catch her attention so she can lip read."

So one day, P leaves a voice message for E, which E returns but says she didn't catch everything said so needed it repeated. (P always used the speaker phone despite my desk being only 4ft from her, and I could hear everything.) Anyway, the call ends, P hangs up and then explodes. She's ranting about E being too stupid and entitled to even pay attention to a voice message.

I remind P that she's deaf and voice mail can be problematic as she can't lip read to supplement. P says E shouldn't work if she can't hear. I lost it! I scream "she is great at her job and this agency exists for the disabled." P says nothing - probably cause I had never even raised my voice or cursed in the office before. So my petty revenge: I researched our archaic phone sets and covertly reset P's at the lowest volume possible. She was stupid and lazy meaning she never figured out what I did or the volume setting issue. She was so well liked that no one would help her figure it out either. I told her she must be becoming hard of hearing.

I saw a post on fb about how it’s silly people are afraid of black cats, and it reminded me of something I did to a former coworker years ago. I (and most of the staff) needed a little petty revenge bec she was always drunk on the job, which made her very unproductive to the point someone was literally always picking up her slack on a daily basis, and even forgetting how to do basic things she’d been doing every day since she started the job, which eventually got her demoted to associate (not by me, by the big boss). Very simple tasks like how to sign in to the cash register.

As Friday the 13th was coming up, she mentioned in passing she was very superstitious, and since we were both working that day (i was opening manager, she came in later for a mid shift), i spent the night before finding and printing a few dozen black cat pics and memes, and a few of my very eager to join me coworkers came in a few mins early and we taped them all around the store before we clocked in. Register drawer, inside the office, break room fridge, all over the lockers, various places in the stockroom… Even printed one small enough to slip through the slits of her locker so she’d have to see its cute furry face when she unlocked it. The prank went extremely well. She spent the day stomping around, exasperated and telling us that we were all idiots, spending unpaid time just to prank her like that. The random AAAARGHHHHHH NOT ANOTHER ONE outbursts throughout the day warmed my evil little heart.

For a little backstory, I work construction. When work is slow, I deliver pizzas with a company, whose name is synonymous with a table top game. I knew this coworker from the construction job. When I was very new, he was my lead. He was the kinda guy that would watch you make a mistake, then berate you and call you an idiot for that mistake. Not a nice guy by any right. But, one thing he loved to do, was brag about how doting his wife was, how she was a homemaker. But also, bragging about how hot his girlfriend was, and how much they sacked when his wife thought he was working overtime. I got a delivery with a familiar name, we’ll call him AC. I arrived at the house, knocked, and he opened the door. He looked quite surprised. AC “hey, I didn’t know you delivered pizzas!” Me “Yeah, when work gets slow. Anyway, that’ll be $15.xx” AC “Here you go.” He hands me $16 and looks kinda smug about it. I take the cash, am about to turn around and say just loud enough that anyone inside might hear. “Hey AC, is this your girlfriend’s house, or you and your wife’s place?” The color drained from his face and he handed me an extra $20.

Our office is hybrid post-pandemic, and to cut down on costs we now have a shared desk situation. The only people with permanent desks are the higher ups or people who come in full-time. My coworker who shows up about 2 times a week still treats her desk like her own personal desk even though our whole team is supposed to use it. She's a bit of a grump and never removed her personal items and pictures (even though we were asked to do so). 90% of the time we just leave her desk alone because it's too annoying to deal with her complaints, and our manager basically avoids dealing with her because she's such a headache. But there are times when there just isn't many open desks so I have to sit at her desk and things get moved, of course. Nothing major, just the usual stuff with a shared desk. But of course she always complains and whines and tries to make us feel bad for "using her desk."

A few weeks ago it got to be too much, someone else sat at her desk and adjusted a lot of things and so she blew up at me. I told her I hadn't sat at he desk, but she just whined about all the times before. I was done. So for the last few weeks whenever I go past her desk I make sure to move something or unplug something. It's been pissing her off so much. The best moment came yesterday when she was freaking out because her laptop shut down mid-meeting. She's not great with technology and was freaking out. Of course she called IT and when they came they simply pointed out that her power cord was loose (I wonder how that happened). Our IT guy has a way of talking which was perfect for the moment because he basically walked her through a step-by-step process of plugging in the cord while everyone else could hear. She basically looked like a moron for not knowing how to check if it was plugged in. I couldn't stop smiling.

Several years ago I worked at a major pet retail store. I had a morning shift that entailed me arriving a couple hours prior to the store opening to clean critter cages and feed the fish and animals and what not. There was another crew that arrived earlier than I did that was in charge of restocking on delivery days twice a week. We had community break room with the usual fridge, microwave, table and small lockers. There was also a snack machine and a Coke machine. I would keep snacks in my locker, but I really enjoyed Reese’s peanut butter cups chilled, so I kept a couple those, along with 2 bottles of Coca-cola in a mini-storage container in the fridge. I was happy to share as long as permission was asked. I bought my snack needs at Costco, so it was no big deal to share, and my coworkers always reimbursed me a little. It was cheaper to buy from me than the snack machines. One day, I noticed I was missing a soda and candy bar from my little box in the fridge. No big deal other than no one had asked. They also didn’t leave any reimbursement. I blew it off figuring they must have really needed a pick me up and forgot to bring something. Then it happened a couple more times. I put a note in the box requesting that if they wanted something that they needed to ask and not just take, and if they were going to just take, they needed to leave a couple dollars behind. It happened two more times before I came up with my plan to wreck their tastebuds. It wasn’t that they were taking just one Coke, they were taking both and all the Reese’s PB cups. Since this was a pet store, we carried the nasty stuff that keeps dogs from licking themselves. It came in an ointment and a spray. We also had vinegar on hand for wiping down the acrylic fish tank fronts. It was something safe to use around aquarium fish, and we used it for a couple other things too. I carefully opened a bottle of Coca-cola, poured about a 1/3 out and replaced most of it with vinegar and the remainder with the bitter liquid. I then took some of the bitter ointment and smeared a thin layer along the top and screwed the lid back on. I locked the Reese’s in my locker and put the special bottle of Coke back in my box in the fridge. The trap was set and I just had to wait for the thief to take it. I suspected it was one of the early morning guys since the missing stuff always seemed to coincide with that shift. The next morning when I came in, the bottle of Coke was gone. I wish I could have seen the look on his face when he took a sip of the specially prepared drink. I guarantee he tasted the bitter stuff everytime he licked his lips for the next couple hours. I left a new note in my storage box the next day, warning them that it would happen again if they stole from me. I never had missing drinks/snacks again.

TLDR; Someone was stealing my candy and drinks so I tainted the drink with vinegar and the bitter stuff that keeps dogs from licking themselves.

Basically at my work, I work in the basement of a 4 level building. The employee break room is on the 4th floor, and it’s where the lockers for most staff is. But in the basement, we have a few of our own lockers. Only thing is, it’s in the bathroom. So if you use the bathroom, you lock the door and cut off access to the lockers. We have about 16 down their, 10 of which are claimed. There’s also a hallway with a shelf and coat hangers to put your stuff on. I got a locker during orientation to my job, and had been using it since I got their.

For a while however, I had to stop because a certain coworker who’d get done earlier than me, he would hang out in the bathroom until time to leave and lock the door. So I couldn’t get my stuff until later. I’m very possessive over my stuff, even with the lock on it I get worried easily. So I just kept my stuff and lock in my purse and put it in my car.

He left a few months later, and I went to go use my locker again, only to find stuff it in that wasn’t mine. Stuff like prescription pills, an Apple Watch, keys, and other miscellaneous things. I kept my lock in my purse and just moved the things to the side to put my purse in. I asked all my coworkers over the next few days if any of them kept their things in this certain locker. All denied. I even asked my boss to check the locker records and make sure I was using mine and not someone else’s. And I was using mine. Since everyone denied it, and I didn’t wanna limit their access to important stuff, I just kept my purse to the side of the locker and theirs to the other side.

Soon after tho, after first shift left, and before I left for the end of the day, I noticed my bag wasn’t in the locker. I checked the other opened ones and found mine in one of them. I figured whoever’s stuff this was was moving mine around. Again, I asked my coworkers the next few days. They all claim they don’t use the stuff in their and it’s not theirs. It happened almost every other day for about a week, and one day I just had it. I white out the combination on the back of the lock so no one but me would know. And on a Friday, I checked my locker to find my stuff moved again. I got my purse, grabbed the lock and locked my locker, with all the other stuff in it.

I didn’t work the weekend either, so it was locked until Monday morning. I walk in to immediately hear my name from a fellow coworker. She started chewing me out, asking why I locked it and she couldn’t get to her stuff all weekend. She kept going on and on, saying how petty and upset and disappointed she was to trust a young lady like me, to deprive her of her things. Once she was done, I calmly said ,” I had asked you multiple times on multiple occasions if this was your locker, or if the things inside were yours. You denied all of it. After checking with my boss again, and confirming it is MY locker, I simply did what I was entitled to. I locked it. If you’re upset take it up with boss.” Needless to say boss sided with me. The stuff was removed from my locker that night, and a couple of morning shift people who worked with her came over to praise me for being petty and standing up for myself, since I never do.

So I worked in this small, family-owned office that runs 24/7. There’s about 25 employees total, but in the office there’s only like 12 of us. The rest work offsite. There’s a woman who works here, we’ll call her Jill. Jill is almost 40 and has been here about 10 years. (For reference, I have been here just over 4 years). Since I have been hired (and from what I hear, for her entire employment) she has never agreed to switch shifts with anyone. Not once. Not a single time has she ever done anyone a favor, no matter what. Yet she has no issue constantly asking other people to switch shifts with her.

A year into my employment my brother needed emergency surgery and I begged her to cover my shift the next day and all she said was “Sunday’s my only day to sleep in. Sorry.” I never forgot that. Whatever, she’s not obligated to switch shifts. It’s her prerogative if she wants to be universally disliked by our entire office. Anyway, Jill got pregnant about 7 months ago, completely accidentally and was actually quite freaked out about it for a while. She’s pretty much been nauseous her entire pregnancy and even keeps a trashcan next to her desk just in case she can’t make it to the bathroom. Yesterday she was feeling really sick and around 12:30 PM she asked our boss if she could leave early. He told her she could only leave if she could get someone to agree to finish her shift. Our shifts are mainly 7AM-3PM, 3-11PM, and 11-7AM, with periodic split shifts thrown in as needed. I was working morning yesterday, scheduled to leave at 3 PM, and she was scheduled until 7PM.

The only other person who could have stayed for her had plans right after his shift so I was her only option. She waited until 2:45 PM and then sauntered up to my desk, puppy dog eyes fully engaged, and asked me to stay for the rest of her shift because she was really feeling ill. Now I’m on Reddit a LOT and I never forgot that post about the manager refusing to allow her employee to be at her late son’s bedside. There’s a line in that text exchange that I loved and have been waiting for the perfect moment to use, and this was it.

I swivel to face her, look her right in her eyes, trail my eyes down to her bulging, unplanned, pregnant stomach and pointedly say “a lack of planning on your part does not constitute an emergency on my part” and just swivel right back and continue working without another word. It. Was. Glorious. Her face instantly dropped, it looked like someone farted into her mouth the way it twisted. She didn’t say a thing and just waddled away back to her desk, absolutely furious. 15 minutes later I stand up and loudly announce my departure and that if anyone needs me, I’ll be at home taking a nap.

So, I work in an office where one of my coworkers, Kelly, always acted like the perfect employee around our manager, but the second his back was turned, she’d slack off, dump work on others, and be generally unpleasant. She would go out of her way to make things harder for the rest of us, but of course, when our manager was around, she’d suddenly be the epitome of efficiency, perfection, and helpfulness. This two-faced behavior started affecting my work because she’d pawn off last-minute tasks on me, which made me look bad for not finishing on time. Meanwhile, Kelly would always get praise for being "on top of things." It drove me nuts. I tried calling her out a couple of times, but she always had some typical excuse or pretended like she misunderstood the situation.

So, I decided that if I couldn't directly call her out, I’d have to do something to make her stumble. You see, Kelly has this thing about making sure she’s seen as the most organized person in the office. She lives for it. Her desk is always spotless, and she’s got color-coded folders for everything. So, one day when she was out on a lunch break, I "accidentally" messed up her precious folder system. I didn’t do anything crazy—just swapped a few labels and re-filed a couple of documents in the wrong folders. Nothing too obvious at first glance, but enough to throw her off. Cue the next team meeting, where our manager was going over some projects and Kelly couldn't find the right documents when he asked for them. She was visibly flustered, and I made sure to offer a helpful "Maybe you misfiled them?" She looked like she was going to explode. The best part? Our manager looked annoyed at her for the first time, and I could tell it ate her alive. She spent the rest of the week going through her entire filing system trying to figure out what went wrong. All while I sat back, doing my actual work without her dumping any more of it on me. Petty? Yup. Worth it? Absolutely.

This happened in 2015, during my first year of teaching in special education (USA). I don’t know if anyone else here works in sped, but if you do, you’re probably familiar with the difficult process of obtaining a 1 on 1 para for a student. So, I had this kiddo - we’ll call him J. J had some unsafe behaviors as a kindergartener, such as eloping from the school and into the neighborhood. It was terrifying to say the least, and a big safety concern, so I spoke with my supervisor, showed him the data, and he agreed this student definitely needed 1 on 1 support. My supervisor - Mr. C - worked with me for a couple of weeks on the safety net process (getting a 1 on 1). It was a lot of loops and jumps and saying the right thing in very specific ways, but I got it completed! I sent it to Mr. C for the last final review…and was met with silence. I emailed him after a day, cause we’re all busy in this field, no worries…but more silence. I called his office and left a voicemail with his secretary, but more silence. I tried to get ahold of him for 2 weeks, with growing worry, because the deadline was approaching…but I never heard back from him.

After the due date passed, he finally messaged me and said since I didn’t reach out to him with the final copy, the 1 on 1 wasn’t approved. I was pissed. So, I gathered copies of all the emails, the phone calls, every attempt I made to reach out to him and sent it to his boss, Mr. B (head of sped services). I also included Mr. C’s last email. A couple of days later, Mr. C sent me a formal letter of apology through our district mailing system. Mr. B granted me an extension and filed the paperwork himself, and also granted me an emergency 1 on 1 while the paperwork processed. At the end of the year, Mr. C was fired from his position. I doubt it was just me, but I’m sure my receipts had something to do with his removal as a sped supervisor. And that’s my story! I was telling it to a coworker here and he said I should post it under petty revenge.

So one of my coworkers is a huge choosing beggar. Like aggressively choosy to the point he will bully people who are buying him free things to get exactly what he wants. This normally doesn't affect me as I have learned to just tell him to buzz off (of course he always complains and pretends like I just attacked him out of nowhere but that's not the point of this story). But unfortunately the person who does all the food ordering and general paperwork stuff in our office is a super sweet older lady that isn't comfortable telling people no. One day we had pizza for a lunch meeting and we all realized that the favorite pizza of everyone in the office which she only ordered 1 of (at the time. She's learned to order more) was obviously different. I forget exactly what got left off but half of it was not what it normally comes with. I went and talked to the person who ordered it and she straight up told me that CB had stood by her desk and basically berated her until she changed half the pizza to be what he wanted cause he didn't like some of the topping (he wanted the whole pizza but thankfully she made him compromise). Ticked me off because my favorite pizza was ruined and he bullied this woman who we all affectionately call the office mom. But whatever right. It's free pizza I'll just get something else and I'll live.

The straw that broke the camel's back was when I noticed that he hadn't even touched the pizza. He was eating a different one. I decided to casually ask why he wasn't touching it. Come to find out he didn't actually want any during that lunch he knew he wanted something else but he figured he might want some leftovers later in the week so he had her change the order. So basically this jerk bullied a sweet old lady and changed a pizza order for the 1 pizza everyone in the office wanted just on the off chance he might want leftovers later. So you want to guess what I did. I ate it. All of it. I didnt want more than 1 piece but I ate all 6 pieces of a half pizza just so he couldn't have any. You can bet he complained about it too. I just looked back and was like oh sorry did you want some during this meeting. Cause if I had known you wanted it today I would've saved you some. He glared at me for about a week and I felt like I just ate Thanksgiving dinner but worth it.

For my job, we look at educational programs completed in foreign countries and write reports about how they compare to ones in our country.

A coworker tried to say that I had done a report wrong. But if she had read the program requirements, she would have seen that I was right because the person only completed 10 years of school before their program, not the 12 years required by our credential.

My revenge? I said nothing and let her bring our boss into it. Instead of making me look bad, she made herself look stupid and the boss asked her why she was trying to watch my work instead of doing her work.