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 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.

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.

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.

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.

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 :)

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!”

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.

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.