The toilet card.

We had turnstiles to clock in and out of my old job. Couldn’t leave factory floor without clocking out. Before i started working the union negotiated a “toilet card” where you have to go ask the manager to use the toilet and use the special card.

I’d taken to just telling my team leader I’m going and just slipping out the fire escape because I didnt like wasting 5 or 10 minutes finding the manager because the place was fucking massive.

One time I got pulled up and officially told off by the head head guy, the guy right below the owners. 20 minutes getting a bollocking for not using the turnstile. Accused me of fraud and theft.

After that I deliberately needed to use the toilet every shift. Every single time I would go and find the manager, and I would take the dumbest routes possible, going out of my way to not find him, looking in all the wrong places based on where I’m sure he wasnt. It would take me about 20 minutes to find him, a nice round 10 minutes in the toilet, just vaping and checking texts, then another 20 minutes looking for the manager again to return the card.

What used to be about 5 minutes, 2 or. 3 times a week, turned into nearly an hour every single day. The important part is that I wasnt stealing

I got a warehousing job on the far side of the city from me. To get there, I was dependent on the busses, but the first bus on the schedule for the day got me there ~5-10min late. This was discussed during my hiring interview and wasn’t a problem… In the beginning.

Just over three months working there, the manager pulled me into his office and told me I am required to arrive at work on-time. This needs to be fixed or he will begin writing me up for tardiness. He was the same manager that interviewed me and agreed the 5-10min because of the bus was not a problem. Now he’s claiming no memory of this conversation and that It’s my problem to fix despite me not having any other options.

This is where I told him; Ok, I guess today was my last day then. I then told him I expect the overtime hours I have not been paid, to be on my final paycheque.

This warehouse worked 4 x 10hr shifts per week, instead of the typical 5 x 8hr. This had not been discussed during my interview, I actually didn’t find out about it until my first day, when I went to leave after 8hrs. I live in BC Canada. BCs Employment Standards Act requires overtime be paid for hours in excess of 40 per week, as well as more than 8hrs per day. This means the ninth and tenth hour of each shift, is overtime, per BC law.

BCs ESA does provide a method of averaging hours across a week; allowing 4x10hr shifts without overtime. That requires a written and signed agreement between both parties though. I hadn’t even been told the schedule, let alone signed such an agreement. I hadn’t really pushed back about this though, because I was ok having an extra day off each week, it was still only 40hrs; this was basically just a matter of missing paperwork.

When I told the manager I expected to be paid that overtime, he brushed it off and told me to collect my stuff and get out. Even had a supervisor escort me around to ensure I didn’t take or damage anything.

I left and immediately headed to the Employment Standards Office in my city. They took the details and opened an investigation. It wasn’t a super fast process, but 3ish months later I received a cheque in the mail, as well as a call back from the ESA Office: the company apparently fired their entire HR department and backpaid myself as well as all current staff a years worth of unpaid overtime, to avoid direct fines and a possible lawsuit. All over some missing paperwork for an arrangement most of the employees were happy with anyway. They even ended up paying for my Employment Insurance claim, because EI agreed I was essentially forced to quit - ie fired without cause.

I deflated somebody’s tire because they were an ICE vehicle parked in an EV charging bay.

I got woken up by a caller in the middle of my afternoon nap, a big no-no where I come from. Since I was underage, they asked if my dad was home.

I told them, all concerned, that we hadn’t heard from my dad in months, and we were also looking for him. Asked the caller to please call us back if they managed to find him, as we were very worried.

(My dad was having his nap elsewhere in the house)

That was the first and only time that a spam caller hanged up on me! Great times.

I can’t find the story on !talesfromtechsupport@lemmy.world but tl;Dr

Spakie kept unplugging our telecommunication equipment on a building roof to power his tools, so after a couple warnings to them and the building manglemt I cut the plug off his extension cable. He got the message real quick after that.

Telling a friend’s girlfriend that he was doing much more serious drugs than she was comfortable with.

This did kill their already strained relationship (They were broken up after he had drained their joint bank account with pay-per-minute online porn) but somehow my friendship with both survived for a few years after.

They never got back together and his life went to shit, including some jail time for embezzlement.

She, as far as I know, bedded the next guy to hit on her and had a kid. I hope it worked out as she deserved better.

My other friends had always hated her, and loved that I had driven a wedge between them… until they found out that I essentially outed them for giving/selling him the drugs.

Following that, all my friends knew where I stood, and those who distanced themselves from me… I knew why. One of them, more than a decade later, is in prison for murder after selling fentanyl-laced drugs and causing a fatal overdose.

Several I am still close with. They know me, respect me, and understand that I will do the right thing, even if I am not the wronged party.

Actually very recently…

I had been searching for a job, for a month and just wanted work. Accepted a job that’s kind of below my degree and what I can. Salary was pretty low and didn’t feel well with the interview.

But I just wanted have a job, you know? However, I did not sign anything yet.

A day later, I get called by a recruiter and mentioned he had a job offer. One I had been really trying to get. I took that opportunity, stalled the other job by not answering the email for the documents to sign.

A week later and surprisingly got accepted by the other job! This job has better pay, better work, better opportunities and long term is just so much better for my CV, knowledge and self development.

So I called the recruiter of the previous job, the one I did not want. Explained in most polite way that I will still refuse it because I found something else which fits my long term plans better. Of course he was polite but not happy at all. I also emailed the company and the person mailed me back decently but notable disappointed.

We live in a building with restricted access, but when any schmo could knock on my door, those peddling religion were told to “get fucked.”

Justification: It’s about the most arrogant thing possible to assume you know the “correct” answer to what you believe is the most important question in the world and my answer was wrong.

Also, the correct answer is I don’t give a damn leave me alone.

I once had a couple of real shitbag room mates. A couple, one of whom was very domineering and manipulative, but also very stupid (stupid enough that he believed, as far as I could tell, that he was a mastermind). Long story short, I ended up breaking lease to get the hell out of the apartment. Now, the first thing is, I had a shitty landlord. They did NOT want me to break the lease. The second thing is, well, I said this was a couple, but the domineering room mate claimed to the landlord that it was just him that would be left, and that he couldn’t possibly afford the rent all alone. So the landlord insisted I pay a prorated, reduced rate until he finds at least one more room mate. His boyfriend was already living there off lease, which I had allowed, and in the meeting with the landlord, I did not contradict my room mate.

As I’m moving out, he shows off that he’s moving in two more people. They’re all incredibly rude – I have some physical disabilities, and the only person to help me was my mother who also has disabilities due to polio, so it was pretty insulting that there were four able bodied people sitting around a table watching two disabled people try to carry out boxes. No one offered to help, even though that would have gotten the process over with much faster.

I confer with room mate about the new people. He confirms that they’re going to be living in the apartment, and no, he hasn’t told the landlord. Yes, he remembers the agreement about room mates. Why would he just tell me this? Well, again, not getting into it to keep this from getting too long, but remember that he thinks he’s a master manipulator. There was a lot going on as well with him trying to antagonize me behind the scenes, somehow not realizing I’m just screen grabbing everything. He thinks he’s got me cornered or something. Anyway, I finally finish moving out of that apartment into my new one, and I immediately tell the landlord about my conversation regarding his room mates, including that his boyfriend has been there most of this time as well. I am released from the agreement, and owe the landlord nothing. I learned a few months later they’d lost the apartment entirely and were living out of the boyfriend’s truck. Not surprised…

(to be honest, it was a ‘dick move’ only to the room mate lol so I’m not sure it entirely counts. I suppose the ‘honest’ thing would have been to mention the boyfriend earlier, but I would have gotten in trouble at that point for allowing a person in the apartment off the lease. However, once room mate showed themselves to be extremely dishonest, let alone all the screen shotted threats, there was no question that he would be in much more serious trouble than I, so.)

A lady came into a store I was working at, acting like an asshole, because they thought it would get them a better deal, tried to angrily tell me I needed to sell her a $1000+ dollar outdoor furniture set for much less than the display price, this was the last one in the store, the display set itself, and it was already clearance price. it was marked at less than $200 dollars. this was the culmination of all the things I hate most in shitty customers. So I told her I was so sorry it was priced too high and I’d get her a better price if she waited there. then I went and did something else for an hour, came back and told her it was already sold early that day and sorry for the mix up. still feel fine about this.

I did not pay your mom after sex. Sex was bad.