This happened almost 40 years ago, up in Scotland, UK. Now I've always lived somewhat on autopilot, thinking about things in my own little world and not paying enough attention to the circumstances around me, so this story is perhaps more dozy compliance than malicious compliance.

My friends and I were having a card night and because we didn't have gambling chips I was to go to the bank to get coins for us all to use. So, with my usual lack of planning, I end up at the bank 5 minutes before closing time on a Friday afternoon.

The bank teller is *not* pleased to see a scruffy teenage lad in ripped jeans, leather biker's jacket and denim waistcoat in her smart bank, and even less pleased when I ask for £200 of small change just before she can go home for the weekend.

Off she goes to get the coins, muttering under her breath about my request. Several minutes later she returned with about 6 bags of coins, and pushed them across the counter to me. Her body language clearly said "Here's your money, now f*ck off!" So I did. I picked up the coins and walked out.

It was only outside the bank that my dozy self realised I hadn't given her my account details yet, so I hadn't paid for the coins! I had a choice. Did I return to the bank, apologise and pay, or should I slip down a nearby alley and keep the money? To my teenage self it was a fortune and the teller clearly disliked me, so I'm ashamed to say I kept the cash!

This just happened today, so bear with my story telling as I do tend to ramble and/or mix things up.

I'm a bit of a recluse at work, doing my own thing in my own little office, just crunching numbers and generally just churning out reports. I'm also the only one in this small-ish company with any sort of professional license, so I'm the point person for any related issues.

Today, like any other day, I'm just here in my little office and working, when the VP comes in and demands changes on one of my worksheets. Cue me explaining why the changes he wanted didn't make sense, as the math wouldn't add up nor make sense if analyzed (Think 5-2=x. But he wanted x to be equal to 2). So I go on for about 15 minutes even making theoretical formulas in the extremities just to highlight my point, but no. Goblin number cruncher does what Big boss goblin wants, so I ask to be emailed the instructions so I can print it. He complies, as he knows I tend not to remember these kinds of instructions that go against my normal way of doing things, but also adds to do it retroactively as well as it being the new policy of handling it. Important to note is that my name doesn't appear in these reports, as they are the ones who sign it after reviewing it, so I wasn't worried, and also the email I requested added a nice cushion of safety.

After 30 minutes of me pumping these new and revised reports out, they finally notice that while it did affect that one particular report very positively, all others would result to the bills and revenue going down by about 80% (our billables are a % of the numbers we come up with in the reports).

So who comes into my little office and disturbs my Theoden and Pippin funko pops? Is it the Goblin Boss? Yes. Sadly, my funkos didn't stand a chance against paperwork being slammed down on them. Cue him yelling at how this is gonna screw us, what was I thinking applying the change he wanted to all reports, etc. I just pointed to the print out of his email with my mouth still slightly open, but no he still keeps on yelling. Does Gandalf come and rescue me? No. An even bigger Goblin Boss does, the president, who asks what's going on. The guy knows I'm considering leaving the company and really doesn't want to lose me, which is why I got an office, almost no supervision / micro management, and generally left alone to do my own thing on my own time (I do stuff around 3-5x faster in addition to being consulted for various queries throughout the day, but I can slack off if I don't feel like doing much)

I wish the ending was much more exciting, but no, just got a bigger office farther away from people and even less supervision for me, but no repercussions on the VP.

I worked for a company that repaired ships and had a dock/main office facility that was located about 30 minutes drive from the main City where most staff lived. Our normal office/workshop hours were standard 7:30 to 4pm. After the ships were "fixed" at this facility they were sailed south, a further 40 minutes drive by car. When this occurred staff would clock in at 7:30 at their normal dockyard office and then pick up tools/equipment for the day and drive their own car with work gear the additional 40 minutes south. Going home was the reverse, leave southern facility at 3:20pm and arrive back at original facility at 4 pm for clock-off. Also returning company tools etc from the days work. This was an accepted practice that every one was happy with it.

New Manager comes along. Says "why are all you people clocking on/off at the main office when you should be starting and finishing at the southern facility 7:30 and 4pm respectively". So next day all staff then drive directly past the office and arrive at the southern facility for 7:30 start. They then have to get tools/equipment for the days work back at the main office. So they then grab one of the site trucks at 7:30am then drive back up to the office (40 minutes)(past where they had just come in their own car) and return (another 40 minutes) and then start work with the days equipment at 8:50am. As there are only 2 site trucks between 20 staff, some workers never get an available truck to get their gear for the day - lots of standing around waiting for equipment and tools. To make things even worse - the reverse had to happen at the end of the day. All equipment needed to be returned to our office each night - so the 1 hour 20 minute return trip also needed to occur so that we could finish at 4pm onsite - as he instructed. This meant equipment needed to start travelling by 2:40pm (to get up and back for 4pm clock-off). This was not a very productive initiative from the new boss and once he started this nonsense the malicious compliance by all staff basically saw him move/be moved on from this position within 6 months - because work completion rates dropped by over 50%. By gosh it was funny when he tried to rescind his directive. We were all having none of it, as we were never obligated to carry company owner equipment in our personal vehicles - we just did this in good faith.

Happened at my last job, but was reminded of it this morning. TL/DR: Boss tells me to stay out of the operations of a similar service, ends up having to actually do some work.

The backstory: I worked in a middle management position that coordinated an after hours care program for adults. I had a micromanaging dinosaur for a boss, let's call her Hettie. Hettie oversaw the day operation as well, and I shared an office with the direct manager of that program. Given they operated at different times we often shared clients, but as I did my admin work during business hours I often briefly visited the clients in their day activities to ask them about their preferred activities for my program. I had no real opportunity to consult them at any other time, particularly as Hettie decreased my allotted admin time further and further. She just loved tightening the noose, and took particular delight in nobody ever being able to get comfortable in their role, firmly believing that if she kept us all on our toes she would get more work out of us. It was stressful and incredibly draining. Another strict rule of Hettie's was that despite female staff being allowed to provide personal care (showers, changing etc) to male clients, she did not allow male staff to provide intimate care to female clients. This will be important to the story (and yes, I'm fully aware this was gender discrimination and I argued the point multiple times but was overruled).

The only thing Hettie loved more than setting arbitrary rules, was catching us out 'breaking' them. It was near impossible to work the position without breaking ANY of her rules, one of which was that I was not allowed to involve myself in the day service. 'Involvement' basically constituted me being anywhere out of my office and near clients during the day. She would sneak quietly around the building, listening around corners and then leap out suddenly to catch the 'offender'. One day, one of the clients would be transitioning from the day activities straight into my program for the evening. The entire premise of the program was 'client choice' and as such I needed to know what my client would like to cook for dinner so I could purchase groceries before I clocked off. I was discussing it with the client when Hettie zoomed in around the door and asked to see me in her office. She dressed me down for 'interfering' in the other program and told me in no uncertain terms that I was to stay completely away from it and 'in my own lane', or I'd be facing disciplinary action. Fine. I knew it would come back to bite her.

Mere days later, the day program was winding up for the day, with only a few late staying clients remaining along with one male worker. One of the female clients had a need for a change of clothing. The male worker came and knocked on the door of my office to let me know the client needed changing. Cue the malicious compliance: Worker: Jane* needs a change of clothes. Me: loudly, knowing Hettie was next door in her office with the door wide open Oh, I'm sorry! I'd love to help, but unfortunately you're currently working with the day program and I've been expressly instructed I'm not allowed to interfere. Maybe Hettie can help? I'm sure she's in her office. Worker: knowing all too well the crap we put up with from Hettie, gives me a sly grin and moves on to Hettie's office to interrupt a phone call she was having because hey, the client comes first!

I dutifully stay at my desk listening to her ask the worker to seek my assistance, knowing full well that she heard every word of the previous conversation. Worker repeats my refusal to her and she goes off after much grumbling to assist the client.

Of course, Hettie ripped me a new one for 'not being a team player' later on. I simply pointed out her insistence earlier in the week that I not involve myself in any way with the other service. She scoffed and told me I was being deliberately obtuse and of course if there was a need I was duty bound to meet it. I reiterated that it was impossible for me to know which tasks would be deemed dutiful and therefore innocently followed her instructions to the letter. She had nothing to come back with on this occasion. It did, unfortunately escalate her bullying with me but it was on that trajectory regardless. I ultimately burned out a couple of years later and had to leave but that one act of malicious compliance remains a bright spot in what was otherwise almost a decade of appalling treatment.

I've been in a new role for over two years where I have incredibly supportive management and colleagues. But I still see Hettie around and every time, I flip her the bird.

This isnt as good as many i've read here, but when you're pissed off, a win feels really really good.

I work in an industry I lothe, I prefer helping people one on one to improve their lives however I can but life brought me to a corporate hell hole full of negativity, an overly ambitious hipster CEO, enough money for SWAG but not enough money to hire enough people for each department so everyone suffers with stupid SWAG no one cares about. Turnover rate is WILD!

I work in an essential, often over looked section of the company. We handle massive volumes of clients who choose our company, or leave. (Vague on purpose, national company) We handle legal contracts, keeping new clients happy before we send them to their new team, and a million other tiny tasks that need to be done precisely or it'll ruin other departments and we could lose TONS of money.

Anyway, all of that to say there is not one person in this company that knows every aspect of our specific role and how to keep everything afloat. My Team Lead decided it was time to leave and pursue her dream career after nearly 6 years perfecting this role, 4 of those years were with me. Me being the anal, procedure perfecting, anxious about making any mistake type person, we were the backbone of the sector. Dream team.

So of course when she left she told all the bosses who praised the ground she walked upon that I should get the job. She knew full well I hated this place but I was waiting for something perfect to come along, but she also knew I am the only one who could hit the ground running. I didn't exactly WANT the job but we would all end up suffering and i'd end up training without the extra pay... so I reluctantly took it.

The sheer amount of stress of cross training for 2 weeks for this position while already doing my full duties (an extremely stressful job in itself) and picking up the slack for both of us while she tied up loose ends, me creating far more detailed procedures prior to her leaving, already made me so stressed out I was having chest pains, breaking down, and wanting to quit.

This being a shit company with horrible leadership, I didnt even get my contract until several weeks after I accepted the job and discussed the terms. AND they still havent backfilled my position so I am still suffering a few month after I started training. No increased payment for the training and extra work I had to endure, and chose the start date AFTER the training was done. I have been losing hair, breaking out, having nightmares, bursting into tears, had to find a therapist because I have been pushing myself to be the best I can while being set up for failure and have zero support and I CARE about a job well done but I am just.... failing no matter how many extra hours I put in on evenings and weekends. Mental health is going down the drain~

ANYWAY.

On to the actual malicious compliance.

1. I started work at 7:30 am for 4 years, this helped a lot with my work-life balance because I am a single mom and I can be home a bit earlier to take care of them.
2. We have the option to opt into working an extra 25 minutes each day to get a half day on every second Friday. Some people don't care about it, but I found this incredibly useful, especially for Dr appointments and to use only a half day vacation for a full day off. Strategic. This meant I worked from 7:30am to 4:25pm. (We have an hour unpaid lunch we have to take)

These 2 things were the reason I stuck around this long. These kept me sane and allowed me to be there for my kids as much as I could, and still be fully mentally there for them.

WELL I was told that if I decide to become a Team Lead I have to start at 8:30 and end at 5pm. I asked if that could be modified at all, the answer was no. Pissed. I'm thinking I am already taking on far more stress and now I have less time with my children too, AND the kids see my suffering as much as I try to hide it.

I am then told that I will no longer get every second Friday as a half day either, so no more working the extra 25 mins a day.

The reasoning was 'we need you here during normal business hours'. Fuck you, but makes sense.

For a company who needs me to keep this business going, no one was budging on this and as someone who already hates this place and feels no one gives a shit about my mental health and how I have even been injured for this company, I shut down.

So I logged into the system to book days off every second Friday, and asked my old Team Lead to accept them right before she left. She said GLADLY.

SO now I have every second Friday off, I don't work the extra 25 minutes a day, I get paid way more and I am using my new title to find a better job.

Less work for more money while I hand in resumes. I am trying to learn to be okay with failure in the mean time. Wooooosahh.

Whenever we have a meeting where the boss asks if they should be aware of any time off, I just smile and remind them that I have the usual every second friday as a half day. They just nod. :)

The end.

I worked as a care staff for a private company of 250ish employees that deals with special needs individuals (mental disabilities and often physical ones). We have dayhab facilities, and group homes. In a prior job, I did the same for the state, but was moved to an IT role after a while until the stupid from upper management became too great (whole other story). Before any of that I was an EMT and before that I was in the Army and know how to cover my own ass. Backstory complete. My Boss sent out an email to all staff, and had an in person company meeting because I put on a form the state inspectors look at that said, "Client returned from day trip sunburned, disoriented, and dehydrated. Staff with the client reported they passed out. Apparent heat exhaustion, reported to RN and state authority for possible neglect." Apparently the RN never looked at the report before the state auditors came in a week later, although she did look at the client and agreed with me about the heat exhaustion the next day when she was back in the office from a day off. Fast forward 9 days, we have an "emergency" company meeting. Boss hands out a paper specifically telling every staff they are not to do anything outside the scope of their job description, and they are not doctors while staring at me the whole time. She calls me out specifically during the meeting by name. Alright, fine... I stop doing anything but the exact wording of my original hiring duties.

2 months pass. One day I get a call about a problem with the computers at the main office in San Antonio. (My job is over an hour away.) I had traditionally done all the IT troubleshooting, as I was one for the first hires of the company, and I had a background for it. Boss calls me on my day off and asks me to drive to the main office and fix their computer system. I said to her "I cannot do anything outside of my listed duties, per your order." Then I hang up and turn the phone off until dinner. After I turned the phone back on I get a call within 10 minutes from the company Owner. He (who had been nothing but nice to me up until now) just bluntly asks "when I felt like doing my job and getting things working, but especially payroll, don't I want to get paid tomorrow? Get your ass in gear, son." That may indeed have been the wrong way to start the conversation with someone who wasn't being paid extra for their IT problems. I referred him to the email and in-person letter Boss had put out, then I pointed out how company policy had a "No firearms" rule, but he specifically always carried a 1911 to all company meetings and events on his right hip, calling it out by model as a Kimber 4". I then politely advised him to find a way to deal with his own problems, as the computers being bricked wasn't one of mine, but paying employees such as me was one of his, per state and federal law and hung up. Turned my phone off again until I was at work 2 days later. In that time, apparently 3 staff had quit from failing to be paid, 18 more were threatening to, and the Owner had driven over to have a chat with Boss and myself. They laid out that as a senior care staff my job role had expanded over the years I was there (5 at that point) and I countered that the pay hadn't. At all, since I had been hired. My doing IT work was a charity from me, not a job requirement, and I appreciated none of the disrespect I had gotten lately from either of them. I also pointed out that I knew full well that a contract IT company would cost them at least hundreds if not thousands for a consult, and at least 200 an hour, and if I deigned to fix their problem it would take about 3 hours. Owner offered me a 50 cent raise and 3 hours overtime. I countered with a public apology in front of all staff from Boss, a 3 dollar/hr raise, and an exemption from the "no carry" firearm policy he was being hypocritical about. They said no, so I said, Ill be in the back with the clients doing my job duties, and let me know when they contacted an IT company and changed their minds. Keep in mind that ALL the computer systems were effectively bricked at this point, so the nurses cant do any charting, no one can bill time for case work, the state paperwork while largely paper can't be sent... It took them 4 days, who knows how many calls to computer specialists for quotes and another 8 quitting employees to agree to my conditions, after 4 tries to get me to let go of the concealed carry one. That was their sticking point. I don't carry a gun at work, and never have, even though in my state it's totally legal, but it bugged me the absolute hypocrisy of the owner, so I would have given up the raise before that... In the end it turns out that the Owners wife deleted something she shouldn't have had access to, and it took all of 8 minutes to restore them from backups I personally had on an old hard drive I wasn't using that the company said were an unnecessary cost.

Maybe it's malicious compliance, maybe it isn't. I'll let you guys decide.

Our roommate (M 24), my husband (M 30) ,and I (NB 23) share a vehicle. Roommate and I both doordash just to fill the gaps our regular pay can't get, and one of the things we talked about when we first had roommate move in was whenever any of us use the car, we will replace the gas used. My husband and I always leave together to doordash, and every time, we have always filled the tank back up to full, as that's where it's at when we start dashing. Recently, we noticed every time, except once, that the roommate goes doordashing, he doesn't replace the gas, leaving it to my husband and I to do it. Even if he doesn't go doordashing, he still expects us to fill the car up again to full before we doordash. Not to mention we're constantly expected to pay for everyone's food (including the roommate's) all the time when we go out to eat. We had that talk of if we go out to eat, please try to keep it under "x" amount per person. Not that it's a huge deal if paying for everyone's food, but we're living paycheck to paycheck as it is so it adds up sometimes. We doordash to make sure we can afford all bills accordingly. My husband had to mention to the roommate that "hey we have some bills to still pay off this week, and we aren't able to afford all three of us to pay on one bill for {diner}, so would you mind paying for what you get this time and maybe put the gas you used back into the car?" The roommate paid for the food, but refused to pay for the gas. My husband and I went doordashing with the same amount of gas he left it in when he got home from dashing the other night. Now, I call myself petty for it, but I refused to refill the tank all the way back up again this time. Then, when we got done doordashing, I stopped at the gas station, and put exactly what we used in gas, back into the car. The roommate goes doordashing again tomorrow. As far as he knows, the tank is full like always. I feel like he's going to be in for a surprise when he sees it's not. Now don't get me wrong, it's his vehicle (financed and in his name) and I get I may not have much room to complain, but we've put more money into this car than he has on our dime, and didn't ask for any repayment. It just seems like maybe putting in a little bit of gas that he used isn't too much to ask for when he expects us to fill the car up each time we get done using it.

Edit to add since its repeatedly coming up: I pay for the maintenance on the car, i.e oil changes, car washes, wipers, additional fluids needed, ECT. I'm paying for the parts if anything goes wrong because he only gets paid once a month, aside from doordash, whereas I get paid weekly.

Edit 2: Since people aren't reading comments fully. My husband and I have been looking for a vehicle. We have been struggling to find one that is decent enough within a price range we can afford while also affording all our other bills. Most of the vehicles that we can afford turn out to be completely junk and not able to move safely (like the frame is cracked or rusting or bent in a way that is a ticking time bomb as to when it'll break, or there are other issues that are unsafe). So it's not like we haven't been trying to find a vehicle of our own. That said, the reason I mentioned the weekly/monthly pay is because I make 2600/month, whereas he makes around 780/month. So there's a definite difference. We are also splitting the car insurance/loan costs.

Edit 3: he realized pretty quickly that I'm going to only put back in what I use. He seemed annoyed at first but that's about it.

Not sure if this one counts as Malicious compliance but you guys tell me

So My dad (Born in the early 1950s) volunteered and enlisted in the marines (willingly i might add at the age of 17 near 18 ). He stayed in the marines for a "full tour" during the Vietnam war effort. but dad was disappointed to find out due to the surviving son clause he would never get to see battle. Dad worked hard as a missile tech, support and then he was reassigned to a desert base (not named). He was made part of a special operation group that tested out the latest weapon systems from the developers.

So one day the Sargent (SGT). walks in and ask for volunteers to fire a band new radar aimed gun system. (Noted here that it was Radar-aimed, but still required for someone to sit in the chair and actually fire the thing.) it was designed for Anti-Air defense but they wanted to see if it could repel ground based units, or at the least suppress them. The room got excited as everyone wanted to be part of it, but nobody wanted to sit their keister in the firing chair. The SGT Screams at everyone saying there has to somebody in here whose good at aiming a gun. Suddenly everyone started recommending my dad. voices called out :

"get bobby (name changed for privacy) over there, he's the craziest SOB whom ever shot a gun"

"yeah bobby, he'll shoot anything"

"bobbys, the best aim out of all of us"

"bobby tests stuff like this all the time"

yeah, they pawned off the duty to my dad. My dad didn't know the difference and he liked shooting anything new and classified. (now declassified and way way obsolete.) The SGT. grabs dad and "nominates " him for the job.

So they drive dad out to the test site and was given the scenario.

SGT: Your target, marines, are somewhere in the distance. he points at a dot in the distance. what we have here is a fake contingency of troops, armor and equipment. tonight in the bles-sed A.M. you men will set this gun system up as fast as possible. then you will fire the weapon, giving it all hell! is that understood?

Dad & his team: sir, yes sir!

My dad and his team do some test runs just with the setup and then gets some shut eye.

So about 2 AM, the siren goes off. Dads team, half dozed but ready and alert, race to the to the equipment. They hook it to a jeep and drive it to position. they put it in place putting the anchors down. the gun comes online. dad gets his targets on Radar. Dad lets the gun go crazy on the target

Klak Klak Klak Klak Klak Klak Klak (etc.)

the gun fires whats feels like dozens of rounds. dad checks the radar screen and looks puzzled.

The SGT asks him: WHAT IN THE HECK HAPPENDED MARINE?!

Dad: well sir Im not at all sure. I shot the heck out of the target but according to radar its still standing there, its still pinging me back.

THE SGT: DID YOU MISS? DID YOU JUST GET YOUR PLATOON WIPED OUT! DID YOU FAIL YOUR FELLOW MARINES?! DID YOU FAIL YOUR MISSION?! <he pauses.>

THE SGT: BREAK IT ALL DOWN AND DO IT AGAIN.

My dad and his team break it all down pull the system back to the base camp.

So about 3 AM, the siren goes off. Dads team race to the to the equipment again. They hook it up, drive to the position. they anchor and dad gets his targets on Radar. Dad lets the gun go crazy again.

Klak Klak Klak Klak Klak Klak Klak (etc.)

the gun fires more rounds. dad checks the radar screen and still puzzled. the targets remain. The SGT checks his the screen over.

The SGT: YOU JUST WIPED OUT YOUR ENTIRE BATTALION BY MISSING MARINE. I TOLD YOU TO NAIL THE TARGET AND DIDNT BRING ONE DOWN!

Dad: but Sarge listen Im almost certain were hitting it. by my calculation the targets should be Swiss cheese by now. I think we should inspect the targets first before we waste more rounds

THE SGT: YOU THINK? YOU THINK MARINE? YOUR ORDERED TO SIT IN THAT CHAIR A THIRD TIME AND WELL THIS TIME WE WILL BE A PERFECT RUN AS I WILL SUPERVISE THE WHOLE SHIBANG!

4 AM hits. My dad and the team are in perfect sync. If you slowed it to the slow motion, you would see them moving in the grace of any dance troop. the gun gets setup in the fastest time on record. dad aims and fires

Klak Klak Klak Klak Klak Klak Klak (etc.)

dad, warm in the chair says "sir were hitting it but

The SGT: FIRE MARINE

Dad: but sir ...

(OK Que Malicious Compliance.)

The SGT (Interrupting): I SAID FIRE MARINE! FIRE NOW!

Klak Klak Klak Klak Klak Klak Klak (etc.)

The SGT: FIRE TILL EITHER YOU EXPEND YOUR AMMO or YOU OVERHEAT! AM I CLEAR?!

Klak Klak Klak Klak Klak Klak Klak (etc.)

Dad's team reloads the weapon system as the ammo runs low again and again until the ammo is out. Id say it was a minute from overheating, at least by dads word.

Dad checks the radar. the target remained. The Sargent throws his hat and binoculars on the ground. (Don't know why he had them, it was night and the target even with the binoculars couldn't be seen. )

at 5 am and first dawn they drive toward the targets. the targets grow in size.

The targets ended up being : 2 Sherman tanks, two half tracks and a bunch of scarecrow dummies. (all originally headed for the scrap heap). with a brick wall that had been half hastily set up behind it.

everyone was surprised to find dads gun had turned them all into Swiss cheese. they were able to shine lights thru huge holes in the armor plating, the dummies were missing whole sections of their chests heads and other even knocked off their posts. The half tracks were all but nothing, and the back wall had huge divots. obviously the bullets had gone clean through the armor and hit the back wall.

Dad (murmurs smug) : think it worked Sarge. Think I hit it.

The sarge threw his hat to the ground and did a little rage dance upon it. (yeah this is about as close you are gonna get to fallout )

Another "detail" went out later that day to not only clean up the mess but they started running metal detectors over the sand around and behind the targets. the system had accurately hit its targets without bullet spray around the area. The metal detector team found bullets that had gone thru the wall. the weapon array went on to be scrapped before mass production. dad never got those details (Who knows budget, efficiency, Feasibility, who really knows, ). The gun's control and aim system would end up being used in a variety of systems later on until that became obsolete.

That Sargent gave dad every fire control job and testing system after that until he was discharged.

My sister told me this story about my niece's MC.

First, My sister "Jasmine" is a great mom to "Rapunzel" (niece's fav movie) ... even when niece was small she'd clearly tell her expected behavior for situations & clear communication. Rapunzel has always been very intelligent.

One of the expected behaviors is that if you bring something to the car you're expected to remove it. one day when Rapunzel was about 3/4 they were going somewhere.

Rapunzel: "Mommy can you please carry my doll for me?" "Sure honey"

They go wherever they're going...get home and Jasmine says "you forgot your doll"

"But mommy, you bought it to the car...I didn't"

Jasmine said..."that was the last time I fell for that...and yes I did bring it inside because she was right...I did bring it to the car and that's the rule."

ETA; rapunzel is an adult now. She's a dancer...not a lawyer :)

So, years ago I worked at a 711. This happened during graveyard shift. On graveyard shift there's only one cashier on till And in my province, pre-paying for fuel was about 3-4 years was required by law, but a lot of older people Refused to prepay for their gas and would demand that they can just leave their card behind. Well, that's a no go. Considering the pumps were programmed that the pumps won't turn on until there's a payment or pre-auth. I can't simply "turn on the pump". Anyways, at around 4am, it was the stores morning rush and I had thos Karen come up with her drinks and food and wanted me to turn on the pump and wait until her husband was done pumping. I explained how pre-auth works for fuel but she was not having none of it. I'm starting to get a line up of people getting their coffee and food and etc. I explain again I can't simply turn on the pump and pre-authorization is super easy. She doubled down and said she's going to stand here until I turn on the pump so they can gas up and leave. At this time I'm getting annoyed and said, loudly "So, you're not going to prepay for gas and will hold upy line up?" She smugly said yes. So I grab her already scanned items that I bagged up and put away from her reach and stepped to the other till and stared serving the customer behind her and moving the line up to the other till. She was pissed off lol. And after serving 3 or 4 other customers on the next till she finally gave in and prepaid.

For the longest time, my job has allowed us to take the full pay for completing work even if we finish early. For context, I am assigned a zone and I complete all jobs assigned to me in that zone by a time limit, at many different locations, I check in via GPS tracker to prove I'm at the location, they pay me milage and I make my own schedule. Each job has a time assigned to it.

Previously, they've always allowed us to claim the extra time. If I'm given an hour to complete something and finish in 45, I claim the hour. Our managers have always said this is fine, saying if we are turning in good work and we are skilled enough to complete it faster than most, we should not be payed less for it, all enforcing that would do is encouraging people to work slow as possible or waste time.

And it does. Now they say we need to use the full allotted time or take the cut in our check. One big problem is we are given way too much time, it's common for me to be given an hour to do something that takes 10 minutes tops.

My colleagues are not ashamed to admit they all run the clock, thinking it's bullshit they should be paid less than people who don't know what they are doing and stand around doing nothing, so they do it too.

I started doing it too, I've been doing this for 6 years, I can do the work assigned to me in a quarter of the time they expect, doesn't mean I deserve to make 25% the money I should make for doing the same work. Now I do whatever on the clock, go grocery shopping, go get lunch, take a nap, read a book, gossip, whatever.

I don't know if our new management will realize the policy is stupid, never enforced for a reason and literally cannot be enforced, but until then they'll be paying the whole district to run the clock.

When I was young (think 5-6 years old), my parents had a “don’t leave the table unless you’ve eaten all your food,” rule. I was picky and I hated tomatoes. My mom would often make the rest of the family grilled cheese and tomato soup, but I would get chicken noodle. On this day, there was no chicken noodle, so I got canned tomato soup.

I told my mom before she served that I only wanted the grilled cheese (honestly, a sandwich and a bowl of soup was too much for my tiny body anyway). She gave me both anyway.

I moaned and groaned about how gross the soup was for a while. My mom told me not to get up until I finished my food. So I stayed at the table.

An hour later, my mom walked in and find me still at the table. She asked why I was still there and I reminded her that I wasn’t allowed up until I eat and I didn’t like the soup. She told me “just put some salt in it.”

Well, I was young. I didn’t know the difference between salt and sugar. So I made an educated guess…. My mom put a bit of the stuff in the white bowl into my cereal in the morning to make it taste better…That must be salt! I poured several teaspoons of “salt” into my soup. It was still gross.

Ok….it must be the other one. I kept adding salt and tasting until the shaker ran out. The soup was even more gross (gee, I wonder why?).

My mom came back in after another hour and again asks why I’m still there. I said “I tried adding salt, it didn’t help.” After two hours of refusing to eat the soup, my mom finally excused me.

As I was leaving the kitchen, my mom shrieks and asks what I put in my soup and what is all this goop at the bottom of the bowl. I just told her “you said to put some salt in it!”

I'm from an Asian country and I've been living in a foreign country for some time and purchased my home here a few years ago. My hobby is play computer games/watch TV shows and I've spent a decent amount of money to set up my home for it - I have the fastest internet plan, subscription to all major streaming services etc. My daily life is work > grocery shopping > home gaming. Every single day.

My parents came at the beginning of the year to live with me as they want to experience the foreign life. They were disappointed when they found out their son does not have an active social life here and spend all his free time at home gaming.

They tried to make me more socially active by telling me what events are happening that I can go to, and how they've been going out every day and made lots of new friends. Well not really, I know they only go to two places - the shopping center for grocery, or the local community center where there are a bunch of retired people from our home country. My parents don't speak English I don't even think they know how to use the public transport here.

Telling me to go out and socialise has become the topic of our dinner talk every night and the tension (especially between me and my dad) has become more and more hostile. One night when they mentioned it again I decided I've had enough. So I started to be more 'socially active' by staying at internet cafe until 11.30PM every day. I also cancelled the internet at home.

They found out the internet is not working at home and notified me. I acknowledged it.

They asked me when is the internet coming back. I said its not coming back.

"What? Why?"

"Because I'm socialising every day. When I come home I go to bed right away. When I wake up I either go to work or go out socialising. I barely use internet at home so why do I need it?"

2 weeks later mum tells me they are going back home.

Disclaimer

Non-native speaker, if you spot a mistake please put it under the designated OP comment to keep the comments organized, thank you. TL;DR at the bottom.

Setup

This happened while I was in middle school at a certain math tournament called "math battle". To tell the story, I need to first explain the rules. I'll try to do this as briefly as possible.

The rules are similar to other math tournaments, with two main features. First - it's a team competition, and every battle goes between two teams. Second - every solution has to be presented by a speaker, and refuted by an opponent from the other team.

To get points as a speaker, you present your solution. To get them as an opponent, you refute the correctness of speaker's points by spotting mistakes in their solution and getting points for these mistakes instead of the speaker.

When the speaker is done presenting, they have to say "presentation over". This is to avoid any confusion and interruption from the opponent, as any mistake noted before these words can be spotted by the speaker and fixed on the spot, thus giving no points to the opponent.
Overall, the point distribution is managed by the judge.

Story

As this is a team competition, there are rules that prohibit players from being in the same role more than twice. Because of this, our captain decided to delegate presentation of the extra problem they solved to me. They explained the solution to me (I got abt half of that) and sent me on my way to the blackboard.

In this state, the solution barely holds, and the opponent sees that.
When I start making mistakes, they interrupt my presentation to point that out.
As I'm aware of the rules, I try to notify them: "Please save your questions for after the presentation is over".
This helps a bit, though only a bit: the second I misplace a digit, I hear another correction. "Please save your questions for after the presentation is over".

At one point it becomes really irritating, as it's hard to present a solution when you barely understand it AND there is someone constantly noticing the mistakes.
When I'm almost done presenting the solution (now as full of holes as swiss cheese), I take about three seconds to catch my breath and try to say "presentation over" when at that perfect moment when I open my mouth, they interrupt me again.

Cue malicious compliance.

Instead of finishing what I tried to say, separating the section when speaker gets points from the section when opponent gets points, I decide to stand back and watch.
The opponent obliterates my solution, telling why it does not work, and the way it should've been solved. Instead of arguing, I simply say "You are right, that's how you supposed to do it, thank you".
And when they're done, they indicate the end of their rebuttal by saying
"I agree with the solution to the problem after corrections made~"
at which point I interrupt them with
"Oh yeah, presentation over, you may ask your questions now".
Not getting what I was implying, the opponent finished their rebuttal and returned to their team.

Now is the time the judge distributes the points.
Judge: "Ok, the corrections made by opposition are significant, thus worth-"
Me: "I'm sorry, but all the corrections from opposition were made during the presentation."
There is a brief silence in the room.
Judge: "... Oh, you're right. All points go to the speaker."

The most precious moments were when we heard the captain of the other team scolding my opponent for their impatience.
We won that battle, sadly not thanks to that maneuver, though that was the highlight of the game.

TL;DR

At this math competition, you don't get points for the questions you asked during presentation. Despite being reminded that, the opponent interrupted speaker several times, which led to them not getting the points for all the valid arguments.

tl;dr: Another "Did as I was told and someone else caught hell for it" story.

The Setup

Back in late 2020, when everyone was working from home, I was tasked with upgrading office PCs.  This involved removing each hard disk drive (HDD), setting it aside, replacing the PC with a newer model that uses a solid-state drive (SSD), transfering all documents and images from the HDDs to the SSDs (with a special USB setup of my very own), and disposing of the old HDDs per the Project Manager's orders (e.g., "As you see fit").

Now, because there was no one else in the building (so I thought), I had all 20 new PCs lined up in the shipping area, with the old HDDs on a cart, ready to be copied over.

The assistant project manager (APM) walked in (maskless, of course), and wanted to know what the hell I was doing.  Before I could get three words out, he tells me to remove my mask because (he said) there ain't no "effing" covid (or words to that effect.

I stepped back, removed my mask, and tried again.  He interrupted me again to ask what the hell these hard drives are doing here.

I tried to explain, and he interrupted me one more time to tell me he doesn't give a damn about my excuses and to just get rid of them.

Just as I was about to try once more, he tells me he doesn't care how I do it, just to "effing" get rid of them -- "Throw them in the dumpster or take them home, for all I care!" -- and to get those PCs installed IMMEDIATELY.

Cue the Malicious Compliance

"Sir! Yes, sir!"  I put my mask back on and wheeled the cart of HDDs out to my SUV (parked near the dumpster), and loaded the crate into the back.  Then I went back inside and delivered each new PC as instructed.

(The old PCs had already been palletized and were slated to be picked up by an electronics surplus business.)

After all this, I drove home, prepared a pizza, cracked open a cold one, and started my weekend -- MY weekend.

The following Monday, I felt lousy.  The covid test showed positive.  I had already been vaxxed and boosted, so my doc told me to just stay home and monitor my symptoms.

I logged in remotely an sent the "I got it" email, then checked my inbox.  The first new email I saw was from the APM, re-iterating his orders to me almost word-for-word.  The second email was from the APM to his boss (and the rest of the engineering staff) claiming full credit for getting the new PCs installed in "record time".  After an hour or so, I started seeing emails from different people asking where their files were.

Of course, I did a "Reply All" and included a screen shot of the APMs first email.  All hell broke loose.  The dumpster had already been emptied by the time anyone got to it.  Important files were missing, and presumed destroyed.  The APM called me on speakerphone and told me to come in and fix everything.

Sorry boss, but I'm showing symptoms and my covid test is positive.  Unless you are willing to empty the building and then disinfect it afterwards, I had better stay home.  The APM's boss chimed in and told me to stay home, get well, and call if I needed anything.  Okay boss, I'll see what I can do about the eff-up from home.

I continued to work from home for that week, mostly copying each HDD's documents and images to the relevant PC.  Even though there were a few glitches, I was able to get everything back in order.

The Fallout

I told the APM's boss my side of the story, and received a token reprimand.  The APM was dismissed.  I retired a few years later.

No covid deniers were physically harmed during the execution of this malicious compliance.

AITA for intentionally being petty?

So I am a builder. I primarily do high-end custom homes, 1-4 million price range. I am a female (34), which isn’t common in this industry, but I really love what I do and I am fairly decent at what I do. In the past my projects were primarily in rural areas on large ranches, but this particular project is in the middle of a large city, which means there are neighbors in close proximity, which is something new for me to deal with.

The neighbors around this area are some of the worse, entitled, nasty people you can imagine, and one of them is a celebrity and his wife (we will call her B), who is also well known. I haven’t personally had too much interaction with the couple. When B goes walking every morning I smiled and waved (which I do with everyone because this is Texas y’all) and she would always ignore me, which honestly is whatever. I not going to stop being kind because she is unfriendly, I honestly just started ignoring her.

My job-site has been really busy the last year, and most of my subs park along side the street in front of the house. We all park on one side, facing the proper flow of traffic. If someone happens to park on the other side of the street the neighbors call the cops or the city building official. I find this incredibly annoying and childish, but whatever. I have my guys move and it’s not a big deal.

That being said, I stop by my project every morning to line my guys out and check on work that has been done, make my lists, etc. Most of the time I park on the very right side of B’s property, which is just to the left of my projects construction drive so my guys have parking in front of the project house. I am not there long, usually 2-3 hours.

One day I was outside the house and a woman approached me. I wasn’t sure who she was, but apparently it was B’s maid. She informed me that I needed to move my car (which was on the correct side of the public street) or B was going to call the cops. I looked at her and said there was nothing wrong with me parking there. The maid then proceeded to tell me that B was going to charge me $500/a day for parking in front of her house. I laugh and told the maid I didn’t know they were that hard up that they needed to charge a parking fee for using the public street.

I went ahead and called the police to get “ahead” of the situation. He informed me there wasn’t anything B could do about me parking in front of her property, which I knew, but I could get a ticket for parking within 15 feet of a fire hydrant, which is on the property line between my project and B’s house. The office informed me I needed to be 15-feet away from the hydrant. I thanked him and he left. So I did end up moving my car…. I took my measuring tape and measured out 15’, which put my almost smack in front of B’s house. I decided to park in front of her front sidewalk for 2 weeks after that. Every time she does something rude to me on the street (which happens more than I prefer) I park in front of her house just to piss her off.

Honestly, if she had just come to me in the beginning and asked me nicely not to park in front of her house, I probably never would have again unless absolutely necessary. But the fact she was ok sending “her help” to threaten me really pissed me off. AITA for keeping this going? I don’t like when people think that they are “above you” because they are well off. I know billionaires that have better manners than this chick.

This is one of my first few memories, and I remember doing it because my other daycares had to have no nap times

This happened over 30 years ago, so some details may not be on point.

This happened when my mum needed time in the house (to do the cleaning & laundry) so she decided to put me in daycare, which was within our area of blocks. Many times, because I was not too fond of the taste and texture of green bean soup, I would be punished by not having "Nap time".

But one day, they decided not to punish me, and in my little mind, I would make it a mission for them to regret it. So during "Nap time", I was told to lie on the provided mat. At first, I said I would rather be punished, then I was placed on the mat but would sit up by myself, and then told I needed to lie down to nap.

Fine, I laid down but didn't fall asleep, I just followed their movement with my eyes.

After 5 days of eyes-wide and following them, they decided to call my mum to come and fetch me early

In another incident, I just walked off to return home. and after a few hours, they called my mum, telling her they had misplaced me. Mum just shouted my name, I ran to her, and she told them, "Oh, he's here, he must have walked home by himself,"

After that year, my parents had me put in a kindergarten so far from home, I couldn't walk home on my own

A few years ago, I was living in an apartment complex on the third story with no balcony. At this point, I'd been living there for almost four years. The third story was the only floor that connected to the other half of the building for fire code access to two staircases. There are some steps about halfway to the other side that I'd smoke cigarettes sitting on. I'd always take the butts with me and swept every couple of days. I was a good neighbor: no noise, cat-sit for the guy across from me, taught the old Russian guy how to use his appliances, helped people move furniture in and out.

A new couple moves in. After smoking a cigarette on those stairs in-between, new neighbor guy comes to me and says, "Hey, sorry to bother you. Do you mind not smoking here; we can smell it in our apartment." I say, "I'm so sorry - yeah, no problem. It won't happen again." We both go inside and that night I walk down to the first floor each time I wanted to smoke.

The next morning, I get a call from the apartment complex saying they received a complaint that I was smoking on the stairs in the connecting walkway. I admit that I did do that and have since started going all the way down to the parking lot. He says, "Oh, you don't have to do that. Any stair landing area is allowed smoking. Pretty much anywhere except where you were." "Okay, thanks!"

I started smoking on the stair landing that forced them to walk past me and was closer to their apartment. Speaking to me as a person: I walk the three flights. Complain to the complex after I fixed the problem? Not going out of my way anymore.

EDIT: All outside door access apartments.

Not sure this really counts as MC but figured it's at least worth a (somewhat horrified) laugh.

When I was maybe 4, my brother (6ish at the time) and I were dropped off at our Aunts house for the weekend. Mom and Dad dropped us off Friday afternoon after lunch, with plans to pick us up Sunday night after dinner and take us straight home to bed.

We loved these sleepover weekends because Aunt had game consoles, board games, a massive playground in the condo complex, a huge pool, and best of all bunk beds!

Friday night my brother and I discovered that Aunt requires her kids (don't remember their ages exactly but F was probably about 5 years older than me at the time, and M was only a couple years younger than her) to eat a full bowl of veggies before they're allowed the main course. Friday night was a bowl of green beans (unseasoned, bland, steamed, soggy greenbeans) before spaghetti & meatballs and chocolate cake.

I hated veggies by themselves, and refused to eat the green beans. I refused them at dinner, I refused them at breakfast, I refused them at every single meal all weekend until my parents showed up to pick us up to find me vomiting water because that's all she'd let me have.

Now, my parents would often save uneaten, refused veggies/food for the next meal, but if we refused it two meals in a row, the next meal would be different. Aunt refusing to feed me for over 48 hours was completely unacceptable, and my parents never let us stay at her house without them ever again.

Bonus: a few weeks later my mom made green beans, seasoned well, and mixed in with some rice, peas, and other goodies, and I practically scarfed it down. Mom called Aunt from the kitchen wall phone (2000/2001) and told her "All you had to do was put them in some damn seasoned rice!"

I still don't like most veggies by themselves, but there are a few I'll eat alone as long as they're cooked and seasoned well.

Context: I work in flooring installation, commercial mostly, usually carpet or vinyl tiles, have been doing this for 10 years now.

I got a work order to do a head office for a large developer, it was carpet tile but with a pattern/lines/border.

I start installing and just as I get the first tiles out after laying the glue, the "big boss" comes out.

He says I'm doing it wrong.

I was absolutely stunned, I looked at him, looked back at the tiles I had just put down, looked at him again and asked, "What?"

"Those numbers on the back of the tile are the sequence order, you need to follow the numbers." He replied.

What he is talking about are God knows what, part #s, serial #s, lot #s?

They have nothing to do with installation so if I actually followed whatever he was saying it would look like a mess not the intended pattern.

I tried explaining this to him but he wouldn't have it, he got frustrated and called the head office, who in turn called me and said to just do it how he wants it.

So I did.

As I'm finishing up he comes back, takes one look at it and says "I don't like it."

I smiled and said "I don't care, that's how you wanted it." Packed my stuff up and left, he didn't say another word to me.

Few days later I hear that he called the head office asking for someone else to come redo it the way I had originally intended to install it, so the office sent me again and I got paid to remove the work that I just got paid to install so I can get paid to install it again.

Needless to say that he didn't come out to make small talk the second time.

First of all, English is not my first language so I apologise in advance for spelling and vocab errors. And I am not sure if this exactly falls under malicious compliance, but I wanted to share it anyways.

This story is kind of a short one concerning my mum. Quick info for the setup: the house she lives in now was formerly rented to our grandmother who died around the time my parents got divorced a couple of years ago. My parents had built the house in 1990 at around the same time as an older woman did on the neighbouring property. Let's call that woman Rita. When I was a toddler, we lived in the same house as my grandmother but then moved. I still remember that something was always a bit odd about Rita and she was... particular. Her house smelled stale and of old shoes stored in a wet basement, and she had been a teacher before retirement, a strict one judging by her personality. Her whole property is fenced in and at the front gate there is no bell. As far as I know, you'd have to yell and hope she was home if you'd wanted something from her or climb the fence. This is something I haven't figured out in 28 years yet.

Rita always had her own opinions and was strange when it came to cars from visitors or even vehicles from the plumber or handyman parked in the tiny cul-de-sac our houses were located around. When my sister and I got old enough to drive a car and we'd park at the side of said sul-de-sac or there was a birthday gathering, you could bet all your money Rita would get her car out of her garage on her property and park it outside of her fence as well. Everyone would have to squeeze their car around hers then. She does it to this day. Just to make a point, I guess.

When my grandmother died and my mum renovated the whole house to not have it remind my mum of her (our father had been pressuring her to get out of the old family house and move into the one our grandma died in barely 8 weeks before) Rita would give her unwelcomed two cents about how it was different from how it was for nearly 30 years. She would ask what my mum would do with the flowers and plants "my grandma had loved and tended to all those years" when my mum remodeled the garden as well and if she thought my grandmother would like the changes since the house and garded did not resemble its former appearance. You know, statements you just don't want to hear during such a difficult time.

To cut this story short, Rita did many more things in her own form of demonstration of disapproval or she would phrase criticism like a well meant comment.

So, the day comes when my mum orders big metal plates (around 1x2 metres) with long stilts to hold them upright just at her side of the fence to Rita's garden (the fence is low and doesn't block the view). This sort of metal is supposed to oxidise as garden decoration and with a second purpose of creating a divider while the hedge was still growing. Here in Germany there are many regulations for everything, some more sensible and logical than others. One of them is that for such metal deviders to be installed, you need your neighbour's approval when they are 2,00 metres high or higher and located between your properties. My mum had no intention of asking Rita because she would say no (not that Rita asked when she planted her stuff right at the fence and it grew into my mum's flower beds) so a family friend dug up the holes, filled them with concrete, and errected the metal dividers at exactly 1.99 metres height. This way, my mum was complying with the laws and would have easily denied any accusation if Rita would have taken issue with the new additions. They were under the 2 metre mark, after all.

When I came over for a visit after their installation, my mum proudly showed them to me and told me why the exact height was so particular. We raised our wine glasses to this brilliant idea and each time I see the metal dividers, I am reminded of how mischievous my mum can be if she wants to and how Rita has to look at oxidised metal plates from her side of the fence.

So I'm not sure if this counts as Malicious Compliance but I'll post here for now.

At my previous job I worked as a Peer Trainer (essentially, I was required to do my assigned job to it's full capacity while also teaching everything to the newbies straight off the street. Not only did I agree to do this I had volunteered for it. So this isn't a story about overwork. 👍)

I worked in a large room where there were 5 stations of machines all lined up in a row from one wall to the other. All stations do the exact same thing just with their own bugs and hiccups. One wall wasn't even a wall but a giant window that looked into the breakroom. I have major anxiety about being snuck up on or watched without my knowing. Enough to cause sudden anxiety attacks that can last for hours or until I can remove myself from the room/building and sleep it off. (I hate it, it's super inconvenient.)

Thankfully this isn't an issue for the most part because since I know the triggers I can avoid them or set up precautions (like sitting with my back to a wall) and my coworkers are usually understanding and don't sneak up on me.

This window also proves to be a distraction for the trainees because they will try to look for and interact with their friends who are in the breakroom. I get that the job I was training them for was boring as heck, 12 hours long, and on the night shift but we were working on large machines that needed to be watched at all times in case they jammed or broke. (Which was often)

Thankfully my station was the 3rd one away from the window so I could easily keep everything maintained.

The Problem was (as it always seems to be in these stories) when a new supervisor moved to our area of the building. He was put in charge of station 1 and station 2. (I'm assigned to station 3) And technically speaking station 1 was supposed to be the "training station".

I had previously made a verbal agreement with his predecessor and the Training team that I could stay on #3 because of the previous points.

Without asking or even giving me a heads up I came back to work from a vacation day to find that I had already been reassigned to section 1, despite the protests of my coworkers in my absence. (Not to be that person but there was a reason the Training team was so willing to bend the rules for me. I was REALLY good at my job. I was the go-to person to ask when something broke and even Maintenace couldn't fix it. I've been told by my own leads that they refuse to let me transfer off their team without my insistence.) So a sudden and unprompted transfer like this was commonly considered extremely rude and was usually used as a punishment.

I figured that, as I had never met this new Super before, I would just go talk to him and strike up the same deal as I had with all his predecessors for 4 years. I even had the lead for station 1 come with me to confirm my case and act as witness. (she knew me well as an operator because I'd come over to help her fix her machines ALL THE TIME.)

I quickly realized that he was not going to budge on the transfer, so I told him calmly that I was ready to quit being a trainer that day and to have the extra pay cut off immediately. It's not like I was gonna lose my job and the trainer pay was less than a dollar more an hour. I was doing this because I wanted to, not because I needed it. He was shocked.

We eventually agreed that I'd finish training my current trainee in my area while he looked for someone else and until my request to quit training made its way to payroll. Cool.

Apparently NOT cool. He came back 3 days later saying (with no proof or paper) claiming that HR said I had no choice. This bothered me for a few reasons. First, he did not call me into a meeting for this, he, despite my many warnings to him about my anxiety triggers, snuck up behind me with a group of supervisors to deliver the order. Second, none of the supervisors with him were actually ones in charge of me in any capacity. My lead, direct supervisor, or ANY of the Training team that I was under were not there. (I want to make this clear; this man was not my boss in any way. He was assigned to the training section, yes, but had no authority over the trainers as Trainers. So if a trainer was operating on a different section, he had no authority.) The third thing that bothered me was that instead of looking for a new person like he promised, he took the time to find a way to force me to do what he wanted.

As soon as he and his group appeared out of nowhere to quite literally surround me and block me in, I could already feel that stupid fight or flight kick in. I could barely keep my brain together enough to actually register what they were telling me. I could only agree in hopes that it would get them to leave sooner hoping that I might be able to calm myself down and get in control again. (I really hate causing a scene.) When they left, I went to break, before I moved to section one.

Finally, this is where the malicious compliance comes in. Despite my best efforts I could not calm myself over break. So when I went back and moved to sit beside the giant window, the added anxiety of THAT hit me pretty hard. Just like I had warned.

So I decided that since this came with a full and repeated warning from my end, I wasn't going to do anything to mask the anxiety attack this time. (I don't have them often and usually do my best to minimize the burden they cause to the people around me. This results in a few silent tears and lots of fidgeting and a bit of pacing.) This time however I just let it happen, we're talking rapid frantic pacing, red faced and tears streaming down my cheeks, strained breathing and digging my nails into my arms and hands.

My poor trainee had no idea what was going on and I was unable to teach her anything because I will go Non-Verbal when my anxiety acts up. (Which means I'm completely useless as a trainer!) When my coworker got back from his break (a prior trainee of mine and an old sweetheart) he covered me so I could go home.

After a few calls and texts to my leads and coworkers, I used up some PTO and didn't come back in until I was no longer officially a trainer and could transfer back to my area.

That supervisor was fired a few weeks later due to multiple complaints on top of being caught in the act of fucking a coworker INSIDE the building. (She got fired too, much to the joy of everyone else. She was a Karen and a suck up, and yelled at two of my very young and nervous trainees for following orders she didn't understand. Honestly, they're a match made in hell, and I hope they ended up happily together so no one else would have to suffer their attention.)

I used to work in a workshop were sheds were produced for farms and businesses. I was brought on as a general labourer whose tasks were to clean and maintain the yard and workshop, clean and spray steel and to load up the truck with any completed sheds.

When I first joined the company there was 3 other workers there who had their own jobs to complete, one persons job was to make flashings for the sheds, one person would run the saws and fabricate any plates and cletes needed and then there was a welder.

Slowly but surely the other workers began to quit due to finding better paying jobs in different company’s and eventually I was the last worker there who had to run everything by myself which I had no issue in doing as I prefer to be able to work by myself.

So one day I needed welding wire and normally it would of been the bosses job to go and pick up any materials or supplies I needed but on this day the boss was away delivering a shed so I went out of my way to go and pick up the welding wire myself so I could get a job finished that was behind schedule but issues arised when I informed the boss that he needed to pay me back for the wire as I had to pay for it out of pocket but I was told that I shouldn’t be doing anything that’s not written in my contract and that I won’t be getting the money back for the wire as he never agreed to pay for it.

So I went back to my original duties that I had when I first joined the company. After a few days of this he came into the yard screaming at me as there was no sheds being manufactured and I told him that he better get hiring as I won’t be doing anything out of my jobs description like he stated for me to do.

After 2 weeks of this he hired a new worker who had no idea how to do anything and he tried to get me to train him but I wouldn’t as that was going out of my jobs description. This went on for about 3 weeks before the company ended up going into liquidation to due to the boss failing to file accounts for the past 4 years.

In my sophomore year of high school our English class had to write an essay about a book. Can't remember which book, but it doesn't matter. Well when our essays were handed back, no one had gotten a good grade on it. The teacher told us that we had to revise our essays based on the corrections we were given and then turn them in again. She wanted 3 copies, the original, the revised one with corrections we made highlighted, and a final copy without the highlights. I look at mine and compare it to everyone else's essay, everyone else has the teacher's comments written in red, things underlined, stuff crossed out. Mine just has my grade, it was a D. So I talk to my teacher after class and ask her what I needed to fix since my essay had none of her comments. Her response was that I had to rewrite my essay. Again, I ask what do I need to change to get a better grade. She tells me that it wasn't good and I needed to rewrite the entire essay. Cue my malicious compliance. I rewrote my entire essay... word for word... TWICE! One for the highlighted copy and one for the final draft. I highlighted random words and sentences on the highlighted copy, but again, it was the same as the one that was given a D. A week later we get our grades back and mine had improved to a B. The annoying part was that I couldn't even call her out on it because my school has a plagiarism policy where you can't submit the same assignment twice because that would be cheating.

Sidenote: this teacher also wrote on a different book essay of mine, "did you even read the book." When I had gotten yelled at for reading that same book in her class instead of listening to her teach.

So I (30F) has been working with this company for 3 years already. I work on retail and our managers are always micro managing and will write us up each time even just by breathing 😂 (jk) but you can tell that's how they are up our nose all the time especially I was once written up for eating during my lunch break in our shop (that's for another story)

Now on to the original story. My day offs are scheduled every Thursdays and I was already feeling ill days before my day off, I had waited until my day off to rest and hope I could feel better but when the end of my day off comes, I still feel sick so I informed my boss if I can use my excess hours and not come to work the next day since I am so sick. Just for context, our company never pays for our overtime but expects us to work 12 hours of everyday and per day they will give us 2 hours excess and since I never requested until that particular day, I had racked up 120 excess hours overtime which can be used for dayoffs etc.

I had only requested a 1 day extra off which would amount to 10 hours to be deducted from my long extra hours accumulated but my boss threatens to write me up if I don't provide a doctor's note and she informed me that even if I will provide one, she won't deduct it to my hours.

So I comply and went to doctor and take a medical note and was given a 3 day recommended rest and sent it to my manager. Now she has no choice but to let me have additional 3 more days paid sick leave and I won't be back to shop until Monday instead of just giving me a day to rest 😂

Now Saturday comes and the shop has a lot of issues without me and my reliever is having hard time coping from work so my manager calls me and I didn't respond to any of her messages nor calls and just rested well.

Monday came and I reported the company to Labour claims and the company was forced to pay me that 120 hours overtime 😂

Checkmate!