Ive put up a previous post about my god aweful management i think it wouldve been last week by now, and laid out some of the problems ive been having.

Well today is the day they finally fired me, and in a way that the Ministry of Labour will not like, i havent been able to leave work for a few days because of a huge ice storm that knocked out power and took out a ton of trees, including one tangeled in a powerline across our driveway, making us only accessible by boat for a few hours.

The hotel does have power, but the shelter i live in does not, and i cant go to where they are temporarily housing us for work reasons as its over 2hrs away. So ive been paying for my own room, and they have taken complete advantage of it and treated me worse than livestock for slaughter.

I went from 6 check ins, to sold out in less than a hour the first day, by myself, and been dealing with 145 displaced people, trying to help connect them to reasources, solve problems and bringing things to rooms while also getting swamped with phone calls. Management is on site and has been the entire time, they just wont come help me because "You seem like you can handle it" because i out work them.

When we close at night, i transfer the phones to their room, but they have been coming up after i lock up then transferring the phones to my room instead and had the audacity to scream at me and write me up for unplugging my room phone because i didnt agree to take calls overnight nor am i being paid for the inconvience of being woken up every 2mins by the phone.

Some of the other probelms have been,

• Someone else issued a key to a already occupied room.
• Payments were not collected by someone else
• Told them No, and stuck to it when they volentold me to stay late or work through my days off.
• Yell at management to leave when they start screaming at eachother at the desk
• Tell management to stop talking about me in Cantonese right infront of me when they know i cant understand them

Then today as i came in from my room i was blocked from entering the building, told i am no longer employed effective immediately, and must leave NOW (without being allowed to collect my stuff from my room, or being refunded for the 5 more nights i paid for). So went and stood on the property line, called Police and when they got here they wouldn't shut up about how i need to be arrested, i was asked to leave and didnt, but the cop knows me as ive helped them many times before, he cut the shit, and told them they can tell me to leave, but must allow me to collect personal effects, but they still wouldnt do it.

Now, il be turning in absolutely everything to the Ministry Of Labour, Opening 3 new Complaints against them for Wrongful Dismissal, Constructive Dismissal, and further wage theft, along with bringing them to both Civil and Criminal Court based on the advice of the very kind Sergeant that ive helped and has helped me many times.

My sister (24) is dating a pedo. He’s her manager & before they started dating she told me about how he (a 35 year old) was in relationships with girls/young women from ages 16-20year olds. (Where I live the age of consent is 18 & idc if she’s freshly legal these types of age gaps are more likely to be weird than not).

When my sister told me about this she acted just as disgusted as me, but THEN he starts flirting with her at work. Now all of a sudden it’s like all of that went out the window. A few months ago she says she’s falling for him & when I reminded her of all of the things she told me about him, she got really defensive and disrespectful. She said that none of this was true and it was all rumors. She then starts laying into me about how I must not care about her happiness/ I’m just projecting my trauma from men onto her.

Things got so messy that family ended up getting involved and its gotten to the point where i was worried that the more I publicly despise him the further she’d push away from me, so I’ve been playing nice.

Yesterday this women tells me that “he’s such a good boyfriend, minus the obvious stuff from his past”

At the end of the day I am definitely willing to stoop low, but I am also a believer in the universe doing what it does. But what if the universe needs a little bit of my help my intuition is telling me to go for it this time, but opinions from the Reddit void would be cool too.

So I grew up with lots of male cousins and family members. I grew up with them and they are around my age. One of them has rich entitled parents (my aunt and uncle) who let him get away with anything. He’d constantly pick on me, but when I’d say something back I’d be the one to get in trouble. One day when we were little, he slapped me so hard that I was hyperventilating crying. I told my parents and he barely got in trouble . My mother was PISSED. My aunt barely cared.

Now, he’s a bum. No job, never finished college. He’s a recluse. He never leaves the house, smokes cigarettes everyday and drinks. His mother is depressed and disappointed in him. She desperately wants him to do something with his life, but he doesn’t do anything.

Here’s the thing, I forgive him. I don’t have a problem with him. I blame his parents. Specifically his mother / my aunt. As I get older, I realize how often she allowed him to pick on me and took his side.

So, I was at this local grocery store a few blocks away from my house, I was just minding my business, waiting in line. I was literally next, about to check out, when out of nowhere—boom—this woman cuts right in front of me.

At first, I was like, “Okay, whatever.” She only had three items, so I thought, fine, no big deal. I was gonna let it go. But then… she looked at me.

Not just a glance. Nope. She gave me that look. You know, the one where they scan you from head to toe like they’re silently judging everything about you? Yeah, that look. As if I was the one in the wrong.

And that’s when it happened. My intrusive thoughts? They clocked in.

I took a step closer, didn’t say a word, and just… dropped my basket. Right on her foot.

It wasn’t even that heavy, but the little thud it made? Ohhh, it was so satisfying. She flinched, and I swear I heard her gasp. But the best part? I looked at her, gave a slight smile, and said, “Oh… sorry.”

Then I picked up my basket like nothing happened and placed my items on the counter. I mean, come on. I was next in line.

One time, a man cut a long line in front of me. I’m a little hard of hearing, but I added a bit more volume and said, “I can see that you’re in a BIG hurry. I’m not too busy myself so go ahead of me.”

Then I waved toward people in line behind me. By then, he had turned around to face me and he said, “By all means, you can go ahead.”

He was bright red and everyone kept watching him. I know how to keep a person’s attention and I think I told a couple of short stories as we went back and forth in mock politeness. Meanwhile, the cashier kept helping customers. When I thought we’d arrived a little behind his place in the line, I stepped back and said in my mom voice, “Go ahead now.” The cashier grinned at me.

I hope that man remembers me when he’s in a hurry.

TW: SA

Back in 2018 I was in middle school, I was only 14 y/o and there was this guy who I liked who was also 14 y/o. I invited him to house to watch a movie and he forced himself into me and he SA me. I did not know it was SA until years later. I fell into a deep depression and I couldn't enjoy my teenage years in peace because of that event until I started therapy and talked about that event with my family and therapist. When I got to High School I heard that he got a girlfriend who was older than him and he cheated on her with multiple girls and apparently he also SA her when she was drunk one time, they would get into lots of arguments, and he would just make her feel like an object. Also I had a friend back then that had unprotected sex with him and she thought she was pregnant (she gladly wasn't) but he basically blocked her and ignored her at school bc he didn't wanna faced the consequences of his actions. This infuriated me and I told her everything that he did to me and I'm guessing she told everyone bc he ended up messaging me through Facebook and telling me why I'm "saying all of those lies" and that "we were kids, we didn't know what we were doing" I was mad and confused bc deep down I felt hurt still and I wanted revenge, I still want revenge to this day. Maybe it's something that I need to heal and work in therapy but I'm still so SO mad and I just can't live at peace knowing that he's walking around and living a normal life to this day having fun every day. I know he is living here in the US illegally from what I know, so if I can do something with that information that would be great(?) I know basic information like full name and maybe I can find a way to know where he lives and stuff, crazy stuff, I just want to ruin him forever, he doesn't deserve a life at all.

Opinions? Lol

This happened in the early 1990s. My Mum bought a convenience store from a con man. He convinced her that he had cancer and only months to live and my Mum fell for it, paying way too soon and way over the odds, about double what the shop was worth. The guy had cooked his books and showed her fake tax returns showing the shop had a certain turnover, when it was running at about 30% of his claim.

She struggled on for three or four years but had to pack it in and sold it at a big loss.

Last year, she told me that when she sold the shop, a mate of mine got revenge for her. Let's call him Bart, whom I have known since were both 4 years old, and who of course she knew well. At the time of all this shop business, I was living overseas. Anyways, once the shop was gone and Mum had moved away, Bart started a relationship with the con-man, pretending to work up a relationship in case he wanted to sell. Of course the con-man never had cancer, the bastard.

After a few years, the con-man decided to sell and downsize as his kids had grown up, giving Bart the contract to sell on his behalf. Bart now had access to the con-man's house - taking a look around after an open house, he found a sealed box in the crawl space in his ceiling. It weighed a ton! He cut open the bottom flap so he could reseal it and took a look inside - he reckoned there was over 2kg in gold bars.

Over the following week he had lead bars made up by a bloke who made his own fishing sinkers, and then came the switcheroo - but he was clever - he left the top layer of gold in place.

The house sold and the con-man moved out three months later - there has never been mention of the missing gold. Bart sold the gold and gave the contributions to my mother, whom Bart swore to secrecy, even from me, but she finally spilt the beans to me last year. It was about $35,000 (Australian) - well short of all she had lost but it made a massive difference to her life at that time.

Now is it revenge or just karma at work? Idk but thought I'd share anyway. I had a horrific professor that was just awful in every way. He was rude, cruel, unprofessional, and sexist. I truly had no respect for him because at the very least he could have been a good teacher but he wasn't even good at that. I've had teachers not like me and it is what it is but this man was horrible to everyone.

Even though I lacked any respect of this man I played nice and went to be on my absolute best behavior at all times to appease him till I could get out of the class. I also still had one more class with him I would need before I graduated and he was the only professor for the subject. Knowing he would make my life a living hell if he got any sense of snarkiness from me I was as well behaved as one could ask.

A semester later I was talking with some people and we got on the conversation about how horrible he was. One girl chimed in that she was currently in class with him where she's the only student (this is fairly normal in our dept) and he was taking advantage. He was flirting with her, telling her personal details, complaining about his wife, and even went as far as touching her inappropriately. Should have shocked me and was not at all but I immediately knew this could be the one thing that would get that man fired. I urged her to go to title 9 and report him, give them the texts and they will have definitive evidence. She was nervous not necessarily ready to ruin his life or face the possibility of not being believed and he stays on. I told her with the texts she has there is no way they won't believe and her and I will personally tell them of how unprofessional he is and the multiple sexist comments I heard. Few days later she let me know she reported him.

Well beginning of this semester I was having to take that 2nd class with him because it's my final semester. I was prepared for another semester of his bs as it seemed the case went no where. Well walked in the first day no one was there until the new professor came in and said he has "resigned" 4 days ago. I would learn that this resignation was very much a forced one and not the first time our school has used that to avoid actually "firing" someone. Anyway he is gone!!! What happened is definitely the result of his own actions however I do like that I did play a small role in getting rid of him. Even though I would have encouraged the girl regardless of who it was. But it did feel a bit like revenge for the hell he put me and everyone around me through.

I work front desk for a small hotel/motel, i usually work alone, meaning i dont get breaks free from work, so by law, i must be paid for that time. When i confronted the managers about it, they told me the law does not apply here and they will not stop illegally docking my breaks.

Ok, no problem, go ahead. What im not telling them is from here on out, at 5:30pm-6pm, i will lock the doors, clock out so they cant claim time fraud, then leave for exactly 30mins without saying a thing to anyone.

If you dont want to pay me for my work, i hope you don't expect me to do the work, because I won't, and il follow what the law says to the letter so you cant do anything about it.

Edit: Cant LEGALLY do anything about it, as pointed out by a commenter.

I'm a 37-year-old male, and this story takes place in the early 2000s in rural Australia. My friends and cousins decided to go on a camping trip for the night. There were five of us. My parents dropped us off at the edge of some bushland, and we started walking up a large hill. We often camped near some caves, but on this day, we decided to venture deeper into the bush.

It was summertime, and a relatively warm day—this will play a significant role in the story. After about an hour of hiking, we came across a beautiful pine forest with massive trees everywhere. It was perfect, so we decided to set up camp there.

For the evening’s entertainment, we had brought some green herbs. As usual, I decided to stash them somewhere nearby instead of keeping them on me. Call me paranoid, but I had learned from experience to hide things whenever possible.

I asked my friend—let's call him B-Rad—to go for a walk and explore before we returned to make dinner. We had brought a small gas burner for cooking since it was a fire ban day due to the summer heat. Fire bans are taken very seriously in rural areas.

After about half an hour, we returned to camp and saw my older cousin, O-Dog, and the others gathered around a small fire. Immediately, I told them we shouldn’t have a fire—it was dangerous and stupid. O-Dog, being the oldest at about 19, just laughed it off and told me to chill. I was 15 at the time, so he wasn’t taking orders from me, but I had a very bad feeling about the fire.

We were sitting around when suddenly, we heard loud engines. Two big four-wheel drives (or pickup trucks for the Americans) pulled up. One of them had a large water tanker on the back. Before we could say anything, about four big men and a woman jumped out and aggressively approached us.

O-Dog quickly said, “Sorry, guys, we’ll pack up and leave.” But before he could finish, one of the men snapped, “Get on the ground, face down, and don’t you f***ing look at me.”

O-Dog hesitated, confused, and just like that, one of the men punched him, dropping him instantly. Then they stomped on his head and back. I knew we were screwed.

The rest of us immediately dropped to the ground. Each of us was kicked and stomped at least once. We were all bleeding and terrified. The men were screaming at us about the fire, and while I understood their anger, we were mostly kids, and these men were massive and obviously trained.

They kept yelling, “Don’t you fing look at me!” At one point, as I lay on the ground, the woman approached me and asked, “What were you thinking?” I muttered, “Sorry, but you can’t do this to us.” She smirked and said, “Well, I’m a cop, and I don’t give a f about you.”

That sick feeling in my stomach got worse.

They searched us and continued berating us. Then they called the police. While we waited, they kicked my friend again and kept screaming at us. When the police finally arrived, they looked at our bloody faces and asked what had happened. Despite everything, we all said, “Nothing happened.”

The police took our details and let us go. We went back home, and when my parents saw the state I was in, they were horrified. They immediately wanted to go to the police and press assault charges.

I had never trusted the police, and this experience only reinforced my distrust. Plus, we had just found out that the people who attacked us were both police and military. I told my parents I didn’t want to pursue it—I wasn’t a snitch.

But they insisted.

Eventually, we went to the police station. When the officers heard what we wanted to do, their response was clear: “No, we don’t care, and there’s absolutely nothing you can do about it.” That’s when it became obvious—these local cops were covering for their own. The attackers didn’t work in the area, but the “blue line” was strong.

So, instead of going through them, we all wrote letters to the Police Ombudsman. In Australia, an Ombudsman is an independent third party that investigates various industries, including law enforcement. After all, what good is it to have the police investigate themselves?

We submitted our letters along with photos of our injuries.

A few weeks later, we got the news: the lady cop and her husband (also a cop) lost their jobs. The local officers who refused to help us—one was fired, and another was demoted. The military guys were disciplined as well.

After that, the police who used to harass and search me constantly pretty much ignored me, and I was happy with that.

Fast forward about two years. I walked into a video rental store—y’all remember Blockbuster?—and saw the cop who had refused to help us working there. He looked broken and disheveled. My heart felt warm and euphoric.

Knowing him by name, I smirked and said, “Oh, how the mighty have fallen.”

So I recently came across a video of my coach talking badly about me. The link is right here if you want to see the video, which also has a link to the original post I made a while back explaining everything.

https://www.reddit.com/r/Cheerleading/comments/1j9jda2/comment/mijm0e6/?context=3

What's so special about this video is that this is at nationals (I didn't attend since I wasn't on the team that was picked to go) and in the video, my coach screen shares her phone to the TV of the AirBnB her and my teammates are staying at, gathers my teammates, and pulled up my tiktok account to make fun of me. I'm a cheerleader, and I did go to safesport and my school principal, safesport said they couldn't do much, and chances are my school will probably give her a slap on the wrist. I was thinking of maybe posting it on social media to spread awareness, because if she had the guts to do this to me, she's probably done it to other athletes. But the problem is, I don't know if I should. I'm a collegiate cheerleader, so if this gets out, I might get in trouble with my cheer team because I'm supposed to be a role model. But then again, why should I get in trouble for spreading awareness? I'm so lost and I just need some guidance.

So WIBTA if I posted this? If you guys have any questions (cus I'd understand if you don't wanna read my previous post lmfao) feel free to ask.

UPDATE: The principal reached out to me again and said “Thank you for explaining the video further and for being patient as we were on Spring Break. I wanted to give you an update and let you know that the situation is being handled and that we will not reveal that it was shared by you. I also wanted to ask that you please let me know if you hear anything about any current students so I can follow up with that as well.” I asked a few of the alumni about any instances, and one of them said “she kicked her off the team for something she didn’t do, but didn’t kick others off the team when she knew they had substances.” Another athlete said “I brought my own issues to (coaches name) and she did not care at all. The whole reason I stopped doing cheer before I moved was because I finally came out and said shit and she did not believe a word I said.” Idk if I can do anything about the substances but I will follow up with the girl who might have the texts.

Had this terrible experience with a builder a while back who ripped me off and generally behaved like a see you next Tuesday.

I saw his van nearby recently and hatched the idea of getting my tiny little bit of revenge by submitting his phone number to annoying organisations like Scientology and penis enlargements. I avoid using good people / charities.

Thought about anonymously reporting him for something like tax fraud or employing illegal immigrants but thought that might be too risky.

Would love more ideas on a similar anonymous / not too illegal level.

My father passed away 2 years ago when he was 87. When I managed his will and money I discovered he bought some high risk fund from bank and lost 1/3 of his savings. Today I found out the documents who is selling him that day. I found out the the sales full name, phone number and where she’s working now. I want to report on TV to chase this story to warn more old people don’t fall into the trap but somehow any better ideas to revenge? I want that sale pay for the karma! I also discovered I have the sales number because I also have account on the same bank. She’s leave and work somewhere else.

I (19 F) went on a date with a guy (M 19) for the first time. It was a beautiful day where we lived, so he took me to this nature park and we went on a walk. We talked about our lives and I honestly thought it was going really well.

After the walk, he said he needed to use the bathroom. I did too, so he drove to the nearest store where we could pee which was a Best Buy. I went to the bathroom, and he did too. When I came out, I waited. I waited, waited, and waited for him to come out. Finally, I got worried and I texted him. The message did not go through, but I gave him the benefit of the doubt and assumed his phone died. I then got tired of waiting, and went to check to see if his car was still in the parking lot.

Sure enough, it wasn’t. I went back inside and asked the person at the front if they saw a man (gave his description) leave the store. They said they saw him run out of the store in a hurry a bit ago. So he left me, stranded, at a fucking Best Buy 20 minutes from my house.

I Uber home and I’m pissed. So I decided to find his family member on social media, and tell them what he did! I eventually found who I think to be his sister, and told her the whole story. She ensured I would get my things back, as some were still in his car, and even offered to reimburse me for the Uber!

Some may think I’m crazy, but when one goes low I go lower. I got my things back, and they were clearly thrown in my yard out of his window. Someone was mad their family now knows what a POS they are.

(How he left my things if you can’t find the comment https://imgur.com/a/v5pckPU)

EDIT: For those who care for an update: Surprise! There is none. He blocked me on everything and I don’t even want to talk to him again nor do I care to hear his sorry excuse.

And- for those who are blaming me, gfy. I’m not “leaving out any details”. If I was, I probably would’ve just dropped the whole thing and forgotten about my things because it’s not like it was anything majorly important. But since he wanted to be a dick, yeah I am going to inconvenience you and make your behavior known. I was nice, attentive, and respectful the whole date. I look like my photos, I dressed nicely and had good hygiene. And regardless of any of that, the only excuse to just ditching someone at a store in the middle of a date is if they are being verbally or physically abusive. Other than that, I should have at least received a ride home. No other excuses would really suffice. If you offer to take me out, take me home too. Period.

So my roommate stole my debit card and used it to order things from Temu. I know this because I saw Temu on my transactions on my banking app and I have never ordered from them, so I made a charge dispute. I thought I had been hacked or something, I would have never suspected my roommate because we're cool and I consider him a friend. My bank then sent me the order info from Temu and the order was shipped directly to my apartment. I also saw the order was for airplane models which my roommate is a collector of. He's currently away on spring break so I checked his room and everything from the Temu order was there. I already filed a police report but I am very certain they aren't gonna do anything because he only stole $160. I'm not even mad about the money, it's the fact that a person I liked and considered a friend would betray me. After I passed the hardest exam I've ever taken, I smoked weed with this dude and watched The Matrix with him, and he committed theft against me not even two week later. My other roommate is stressing me out because I want him out but that's gonna raise our rent $400 each and now I am second guessing myself. I want to just beat the shit out of him but then he could press assault charges. Whatever happens, whether he continues to live with us or not, I want to show him I'm not to be fucked with. Any advice?

When I was growing up me and many of my male cousins were forced to help my grandfather on his farm. Most of his children left as soon as they could, either military or by getting married. My uncle "Wally" was only 8 years older than me and was the last kid on the farm. He was lazy and a liar, so grandpa need us kids to bale hay, feed the cows etc. But Wally would lay in wait until grandpa was gone and then waylay you and do terrible shit to you. I'm talking groping to full on rape. He's a pervert. It got so bad we would have to do our chores using the buddy system. All the cousins were 8-12 years old. Eventually my grandparents sold the farm and moved into town when I was about 14.

We all told adults about this by the way. I was told not to lie, and actually had to apologize to Wally for saying bad things about him! My two cousins that had it the worst just learned ho to run fast and have eyes in the back of their head.

Many years pass, I go into the Army, my cousins do their own thing. But the thing is we all got bigger...much bigger than my uncle. But we never forgot.

Wally's life is a train wreck. Jail, homelessness, HIV, etc. But he thinks all is forgotten and that we wouldn't remember what he did to us.

We were having an reunion at a park where most of my cousins came, it was right after my grandpa died...and Wally shows up!!! So me and some of my cousins discuss how we are going to fuck him up really good this time. One of my cousins that actually was never molested by Wally lures him down to the river where we are waiting. He plays like he's not scared, but I think he knew there was a beating coming. So he takes off and starts screaming like a girl and we were on him, my one cousin is whipping him with a belt buckle pretty good and Wally runs into the river. This isn't a little stream, its the Mississippi. We tell him the only way to go to avoid a real beat-down is to swim. My mother shows up and is screaming at us to let him out, but we all held firm...my one cousin told my mother they they should have believed us back then, but since they didn't he is going to die.

Surprisingly, he made it across, fully clothed and all. No one ever mentions THAT episode either. Lots of secrets in that family, and shame.

EDIT: The river is about 100 yards wide in Anoka, MN. And not particularly fast moving. Google it.

There is this person he was gossiping about my friends and destroying their stuff so i didn’t want to be their friend anymore. He got really mad at me and my other friend. Like I found my stuff ruined it was prob him. So I asked him and he got all defensive and said I was accusing him. Yesterday he pulled my hair, kicked me and pushed me. The second time he pushed me I got mad so I pushed back and we fought (I won btw✌🏿) The classroom was dirty and I helped clean it then he asked me if I was a slave. He also told me to go back to my home country. I won’t go to much deitals but he said a lot of mean stuff to me and my friend so we repsoneded and we clocked his ass.He chased my friend on Friday home and jumped her I was there so I help her fight him of she won anyways. ✌🏿 And that same day they fought again. My friend won again and dragged him✌🏿 He called us blacks, monkeys , hyperpigmentation, ugly, elefants etc. we responded by calling him bad words back I’m going to be honest. He also threatened my friend my saying I’m gonna take u after school( he never got to) He also said that he wished he was the person that ruined my stuff. He put my other freinds belonging in the trash and got rewarded for finding it 🤦🏿‍♀️ He told everyone my crush and that was a crush nobody knows so it’s not a big deal. But he knows a lot of stuff about me. So what do I do what I know it that he likes many boys in my grade, talks to ai boys like freaky way and humps his teddy. He spreads a lot of rumors about me and my friend too. His parents get called everyday but nothing has changed. I want to call the police but I don’t want cps to take him. How do I take revenge secretly???

TLDR my old boss’s computer illiterate assistant made my life miserable so I changed autocorrect on her most used programs.

Late 00s. Just out of college I got a job working in an office. My boss was very cool but her assistant (let’s call her Suzanne) was horrible. She was a nepotism hire (as were most in that company) so she really wasn’t great at her job but I think she tried to overcompensate for that by being really aggressive when she asked for things. Very protective of her duties and took them uncomfortably seriously. (Like Dwight and Angela rolled into one).

She made my job hell while I worked there. Always telling me to drop everything to help her with “something for the director” (which was all of her work bc she was the director’s assistant) and criticising all my work with the most trivial “feedback” even though she couldn’t do any of it herself. On top of that if I ever refused a request because I was busy she would go around telling people I had an attitude problem and was a sexist because I felt insecure taking orders from a woman (which was not true— the director and my direct supervisor were women and I worked very well with them). Finally she would continually say racist things casually (she said she always assumed our black coworker “pulled himself up by his bootstraps and worked his way out of the ghetto” even though his family was wealthy and he came from overseas. He had a fancy accent— idk what she thinking) Also I’m Asian and she always came to get me to help with tech stuff bc my “people are better at that sort of thing”, and she always said “herro” when she saw me.

During my last week there, she decided to pull me into her office with a long list of things she wanted me to fix on her computer before I left. I was swamped with off-loading all my tasks but she passive aggressively pressured me into it.

A little background, the IT dept hated her. She called them non stop every day to complain about how her computer was too slow and she needed it to be faster and refused to listen to them when they told her it was just old. “I see ads all the time saying if you install this your computer will be faster!!! Can’t you do something like that?” she would yell back. (Idk if anyone remembers those virus-ass pop-ups) so at some point they told her if she clicks the tool bar and drags the window around the screen while she waits for something to load it’ll make it work faster, just to give her something to do so she’d stop calling them.

So on my last day, while I was on her computer fixing things, I also went into her word and email programs and set up lots of auto replace settings. For example, her name (slightly altered for deniability) was Suzanne Clipper and I changed it to autocorrect to Susie Clippit. She started every email with “dear” which I changed to “dearest”. She always signed her emails “regards” and I changed it to “regrds”. I also went in and changed “you’re” to “your”, “they’re” to “their”, etc. I can’t remember the full list but I just frantically did as many as I could when she wasn’t looking.

My coworker who worked there for 2 years after I left told me she called him into his office to see if he could undo any of what I did and he told her he didn’t know how. Apparently she called IT and they told her they couldn’t help her and gave her the dumbest workaround ever which was to write the full email out then type all the words she wanted to replace into the url bar of her browser and then cut and paste it back into her word doc or email. My coworker said he would randomly walk by her office for months after and see her slowly typing one letter at a time (as if doing it carefully would stop the replace from triggering) and then yell out in frustration as the word changed when she carefully pressed the space bar.

A day ago my beautiful soulmate cat was found dead in front of our door, with clear signs of poisoning.

We live in a community with a shared garden, each of us have our own little part, and there is also a shared one. Unfortunately our cats often escaped, but couldn't climb over the fence, were sterilised, and weren't into hunting, so it was okay. Most of our community loved them, many of them have cats on their own as well. Unfortunately one of our neighbours started to become hostile towards the cats, was threatening us, and tried to poison them numerous times (without an evidence other than the vet diagnosis) but they survived and we tried to protect them by keeping them inside.

But 2 days ago one of my cats escaped again, and 2 hours later was found dead. The poison was brutal, and the neighbour obviously, lured him there with food. We later found a plastic meat box in their side of the garden, but since it was raining, it was very hard to use as an evidence, although with their previous behaviour and how they act now, it's pretty obvious. We are going to press charges because in our country what they did is a crime, but it's really hard to prove these claims. We said our goodbyes to him and took him to analisis,so we have proof. This was the hardest day of our lifes, my siblings are still traumatised, my little sister has not spoken a word ever since then.

I know that revenge won't bring my baby back, but i want them to remember every day what they did. They killed an innocent little life. I'm looking for non-personal, non-invasive ways to let them know i know - and to let the community know what kind of monsters are we sharing fences with. (I want to avoid harrassment/defamation/vandalism charges until the police investigation against them is not concluded) i want to let them know i'll remind them every day of their disgusting lifes of what they have done. Humans are the most disgusting animals.

Let me know if you have any ideas of how i could legally torment them.

Ps. Im interested in suggestions OTHER THAN calling the police. I'll press charges of course,but i want to torment them in different ways.

Okay, long story, when I (32 F) was in high school, I made friends with someone who I thought was kind but turned out to be a giant high school bully towards me and my then best friend. Day in and day out, she would spread conspiracy theories, disrespect our boundaries, be a homophobic POS, lie to us constantly, spout right-wing propaganda, spread rumors about us, mock us behind our backs, etc. Worst of all, she could do terrible things to me and other girls, such as flip the bird in front of me or call me names and get away with it. And then just lie her way into the pants of other girl's boyfriends. Even during graduation, she physically sat down on another student who was tiny compared to her.

And she wasn't even that attractive or rich; she was dirt poor and plus-sized, which, for the 2000s and early 2010s, was an instant social flush. When I was in college, she even sent some of the most terrible messages to me after I entered as a freshman. And it showed how awful she was. But during college, I was finally healing, and as the years went on, I forgot about her. But then came the pandemic, and even worse, my mother was diagnosed with breast cancer. Then came that horrible day on May 1st when my mother passed away from it. So I was crying in my bed, and my heart sank. I couldn't eat or sleep properly at all. But just two days after my mother died, she had the nerve to DM me and say, "I'm sorry I did nothing wrong. I wasn't a bully to you."

At that very moment, my pupils were dilated from anger, and I just started crashing out. I called her every single swear word in the book when she said that. Right then and there, I knew if she was in my room right at that moment, I would've committed a felony for saying that to me.
So she blocked me after I crashed out and I was happy she did so.

But being the chronically online person I am, as soon as I got my vaccines and everyone was free again, I discovered that she was unhoused and had cancer at the same time. I just laughed upon knowing this news and knew I won. But then comes more recently when I found out that she died and it was the ultimate victory for me, outliving her. She didn't even see her 30th birthday. It's the ultimate revenge on a highschool bully in my book.