r/prorevenge | “Stealing my notes? Guess who won’t graduate High School…”

r/prorevenge | “Stealing my notes? Guess who won’t graduate High School…”

November 19, 2019 31 By Stanley Isaacs


Stealing my notes? Guess who won’t graduate
High School. I first posted in on nuclear revenge though
I think it’s not that drastic, so I thought here was more fitting. So, this happened in 2018 when I graduated
High School. A quick overview of the Swiss school system: Normally, you go to school
until ninth grade. If you want to go to university later, you change to Grammar (High) School
from eighth to twelfth grade. I decided to study and went to High School. Also, in Switzerland,
my state (canton) at least, everything under 75% is a fail. We have a really strict thing
going on there. There I quickly became friends with Chelsea
(my now girlfriend) and Alicia. Alicia is the kind of person that is funny if you don’t
have her around too much. She is always the victim, she can only talk about herself etc.
But if you spend too much time with her, you are a mess. She is also never responsible
for things happening to her because she grew up in the foster care system, whatever. So,
this happened about two months before our finals. Now, graduating means passing the finals obviously.
But not only them. The finals are half of your eventual grade. The other half is your
last report card. If I had an A in my final English exam but a C in my last report card
my eventual grade would be a B and so on. Alicia really struggled with that because
her last report card wasn’t that good. She had to excel in most of the subjects to graduate.
So you would think she’d write as many notes as possible and study pretty early, right?
Nope. She procrastinated until two months before our finals while I and Chelsea studied
our butts off. Now, I always was the girl who offered her notes in our class group chat
in case someone was interested. This gets important later. We had a fairly long list of things we had
to be able to use in maths and I wrote notes for every single topic and kept it in a folder
in my locker. Only put some of them on the group chat, just when someone was asking about
a certain topic. One day, I went to my locker and they weren’t there. I was freaking out.
I spent weeks on writing them. I looked for them for an entire week and had approximately
three panic attacks because I thought I wouldn’t pass now and had to do all of it again. That’s when Alicia casually told me that she
took them the other day when I asked her to get a book from my locker. She actually hadn’t
planned to tell me at all because “It’s not like you’d need them anyway, you had them
long enough. If you didn’t make copies, it’s not my fault.” The blatant entitlement was
enough for me to come up with a plan. A vicious plan. Not only had she stolen my notes; if I hadn’t
“bothered her so much” with it she wouldn’t have even told me she had taken them! She
was only a High School friend anyway and I knew I’d never do anything with her again
once we graduated, so frankly? I didn’t give a single crap about what would happen to her.
Her entitled self-centered way was enough for me to finally burst. I apologized for making drama (“It’s okay,
you just are like that sometimes” – I was about to lose it) and just continued my school
day. Now, Alicia kept calling me about notes etc, even before that, especially my notes
for various books. She’d chosen the same books so she didn’t have to study extra. I started
to give her a wrong analysis and started to fake notes. Obvious enough to figure out they
were wrong if she’d think herself but not too obvious. If she’d read the books she’d
know it’s bullcrap. I did the same with our English books. And
French. She already had my maths notes to I couldn’t fake those, but I could fake German,
French, English, Chemistry, Physics and Psychology. Now, after I invested so much time in faking
notes I watched it all go down a day before graduation. We went into a pub with our teacher
(to watch a football game I don’t even remember) and she distributed our results. I passed
with a 5.38 (In Switzerland, the grades are from 1-6, six is best so about… an A?). And Alicia went pale. 3.21 (D-). She had failed
all of her classes but maths and Psychology. Oops. It seems she really just read my notes.
She didn’t read the books she was supposed to read, she didn’t read our textbooks. I
had to hide a grin. My girlfriend thinks to this day it was cruel
but seriously? It was a damper for her entitlement and narcissism. From what I’ve heard she is
currently trying to repeat the year and try again. Hopefully without stealing her friend’s
notes. Changing a big fat target on my back to my
boss being escorted out by security This happened a few years ago, but the story
appears to be a good match for this sub. I was one of two commercial writer/producers
working in the production department of a local television station. Our department was
responsible for producing both the newscasts and commercials for clients who purchased
air time on our station. The department is high stress. I had to manage multiple deadlines
and provide creatives for about a dozen ad campaigns every month. That being said, I
always met my deadlines and our sales department was always complimentary of my work – steering
the more important clients my way. Unfortunately, managers in my department came
and went with unsettling frequency. In the 9 years I was there, I had 6 different managers.
Most often, the managers were passing through with their sights set on snagging upper-level
management jobs in larger television markets. This meant their experience actually doing
the work of television production was often minimal so they had a tendency to not interfere
with our work so long as clients were happy and deadlines were being met. Given the managers were so disengaged, I told
our general sales manager about my idea for saving time and money in the department and
he suggested I apply for the production manager position the next time it opened up. So I
did. I did not get the job. I was told I was too important maintaining good client relationships
through my work as a producer. No big deal, I thought. I was happy as a producer. Unfortunately,
the person they did hire for the position ended up being a monumental jerk of the first
order. I’ll call him Bob. The first thing Bob wanted to know was who in the department
had applied for the position he now filled. I don’t know what idiot in upper management
thought it would be a good idea to tell him, but someone did. It soon became apparent he
wanted to find any excuse he could to fire me because that was just the kind of insecure
idiot he was. It began by him riding me about the time I
was taking to complete commercial productions. Then he accused me of undercharging clients
in my billing. He wanted me to wear a suit and tie, which he knew I hated. As the writing
on the wall became clear, I began documenting every single interaction with him. Taking
notes about what was said and contradicting his accusations with the facts. All the while,
he is managing to pee a whole lot of people off in our department and morale really began
to tank. Bob was petty, vain and given to things like announcing how lavish and wonderful
a vacation he was planning would be. He was going to Aruba, so he’d put up travel posters
and printed out a ridiculous sign he taped to his office door that would say something
like “My island adventure begins in 2 weeks.” All this served to remind us that he was the
only one in our department who made enough money to take that kind of vacation. Eventually, an incident occurred where I missed
a deadline through no fault of my own. The client wanted to change up the creatives at
the last minute and we had to bump the film shoot. Somehow, Bob got it in his head that
I should have been a mind reader and anticipated the client’s wishes *before* they were communicated.
He calls me into his office and begins berating and threatening me. I had had enough. I’m
the kind of person who will take a lot of crap with patience and grace, but when I am
finally pushed to my boiling point, I freaking explode. I start yelling back, “You’re a freaking
liar and if you think I don’t know how to handle this client, then fine. Let me see
you freaking do it because I’m out of here” …and I walked off the job. I’m so amped
up by what just transpired after leaving the office I walk all the way home – a distance
of more than six miles. Just as I am nearing my house, my cell phone rings. It’s Bob. Evidently
it just dawned on him that he would, in fact, have to produce the ad campaign himself because
our other producer had the week off. He hemmed and hawed and finally blurted out something
that was quite revealing, “If we lose this client we’ll both get fired and I can’t afford
to lose another job.” Really? So you’ve been fired from all your other jobs? What a surprise. I tell him to go freak himself because I’m
not taking his crap for one more minute. All the while, I’m literally trembling with the
knowledge I’ve walked off the job without another job to go to and I have a wife and
two kids to support. Thankfully, the next call I get is from the general sales manager.
You know, the guy who recommended I apply for Bob’s job resulting in this whole crapstorm?
By now, news of my blow-up evidently made it back to him. He asks me about what happened
and I fill him in and apologize for walking off the job while also telling him there’s
no way I’m working for Bob. He says, “Yup, leaving work wasn’t a good idea, so do me
a favor and come back. Email me the details of what happened and I’ll see what I can do.”
Thanks to my copious note-taking of all my interactions with Bob, it takes me no time
at all to send him the complete history of Bob’s boobery. So I return, hoping to avoid Bob. Thankfully,
his door was closed and I keep my head down in my cubicle. A half-hour before quitting
time, I notice our general manager and a security guard getting off the elevator together. I
stand up to see where they are headed and am elated to see it is directly towards Bob’s
office. What transpires is even better than the revenge options I was contemplating. Bob
emerges from his office carrying a box of his belongings – including the rolled-up Aruba
travel poster – and is escorted by the security guard to the escalator. Now standing up in
my cubicle, he turns towards me, his face beet red with embarrassment. As our eyes meet,
I flash an ear-to-ear grin. The dip is done. Total Humiliation Was told I should post this here I work in security and have been for years.
A common practice is to complete a report of what happened during your time. I specifically
work in patrols. Basically you go from location to location checking on each site. After each site you write what you did at
the location. I have 40 sites to watch over every night. For this reason things tend to
get very copy paste. Most locations require the same thing. Check exterior, checking stairs
doors damage, you get the point. I got a new manager who is disconnected with
how patrols work. He want us to make unique entries into every single log. When I mean unique I mean none can be close
to similar. So if I state I patrolled the exterior of the building. I can’t use that
phrase for any of the other logs. You can see how that could cause me a lot of problems,
and is a massive time waster. After about a week of being borderline harassed,
and threatened to make each log 100% unique or else. Let’s see about that. We have so much to look after we have thick
binders giving detailed information for each site, and what’s required of you. “Site
orders.” Every time I would complete a site I just
copy pasted all the information into the log. Each log has a small window that you could
put 50 words into before it becomes overwhelming to read. Each log I posted had no less than 500 words
directly from the “Site Orders.” After my first day doing this. I expected to walk
in, and get yelled at. However nothing happened i got no emails, no talking to zero reaction. However I still hear that other security officers
are still getting chewed out. I decided to see how long I can get away with this. 2 months latter, and still no one says anything
not a word. We have quarterly meetings to talk about accidents how the patrol group
is doing. What’s going wrong and what’s good. Que the manager the first thing he brings
up is the logs, and how almost everyone is failing. How we all should know better. “Your
not kids I shouldn’t be holding your hands, the only adult in here besides me is OP.” I look up at him, and his smile was almost
disturbing. He then shows a log I wrote up. He begins to talk about how everyone should
be like me. How no one deserved to work here but me. The looks I was getting from everyone
was brutal. He talked for about 20 min constantly using
my name. He would of kept going , but I interrupted him. I asked why he called me out, and how
inappropriate it was for him to do so. He looked at me and said “Only children
interrupt someone when they are talking.” I told him that he has a strange obsession
with children and he needed to get help. The room was dead silent for a solid 30 seconds
as we made direct eye contact. I then turned to the group. Telling them that
I have been copy pasting my report for the last 2 months. I told them that I just copy
pasted the “Site orders.” Over and over again, The managers face started getting real red.
He after all wanted us to make unique logs. He started to scramble a bit as he pulled
up other logs of mine. Only to show that everything I said was true. After that the whole group jumped on him.
Many had been screamed at for the exact thing I had been doing. It was brutal. I don’t
think I have ever seen so many people yell at one person at the same time. The manager slid into his chair just looking
at the computer. It was 15 minute of just utter verbal shouting. He quit a few weeks latter.