What's the greatest feeling in the world? Going off on a wicked boss and calling them out for their nasty behavior! Okay, so it might result in being fired, but isn't it worth it for those brief moments where the employee is the one in control for once? It definitely was for these people, who delivered some truly epic rants to their horrible bosses! Content has been edited for clarity.
Darryl Gets What He Deserves
“This new senior supervisor started at our workplace. I, the current supervisor, would be working directly under him. On his first day, I saw the new dude in the parking lot and went to introduce myself. He looked me in the eye and he was walking towards me, Suddenly, he moved to my side and kept walking, while my arm was still outstretched for a handshake. I was standing there pretty baffled about how rude he could be, but then I chalked it up to him not knowing who I was. Fast-forward a minute or two, and we both find ourselves at the coffee station. I stretch my arm out and go, ‘Hey mate, I’m co-‘ and he cuts me off. He says, ‘The milk’s empty, can you get me another?’
This guy treated me like a piece of garbage! He refused to acknowledge that I was an actual supervisor! Well I knew just how to show him! We both headed to this company-wide talk, where I had to introduce this new senior supervisor, whose name was Darren. I got to the front of the group and stated, ‘Everyone, make Darryl feel welcome, as he’s our new senior supervisor. Everyone say hello to Darryl!’
There was a cacophony of ‘Hi Darryl!’ from the crowd. Darren tries to interject and correct me, but I simply talked over him and let everyone know to get to work! Everyone scattered. It took this guy about four weeks to correct everyone separately and get them to know his real name, but people still refer to him as Darryl all the time. That’s what you get Darryl!”
Paging Dr. Moron
“I was a relatively new veterinarian at the clinic I worked at, and the head nurse there, who was also the manager of the whole place, hated me with a burning passion. Apparently, this woman would refer to me as ‘Dr. Moron’ behind my back, but it was all smiles to my face. Now it was expected for new vets to make some mistakes. What mistakes I did make never compromised a patient. My mistakes were focused on completing paperwork and registries to her liking in a few instances. I would also sometimes leave a difficult surgery to a more experienced person to undertake, rather than complete it myself. I wasn’t the most confident surgeon, and I really didn’t want to make a mess of a surgery!
How did I uncover my boss’s duplicitous distrust of me, you may be wondering? I found out literally everything when my boss left her social media open on one of the clinic’s computers. The account prominently displayed her face, so I quickly knew what I was looking at. She was publicly posting about having to work with Dr. Moron. The problem with this was that three other vets worked at this clinic, including myself, so my boss could have been referring to any one of us. I screenshotted the social media posts and emailed them to her boss. I pointed out how this could be detrimental to business by reducing client confidence in our clinic. My boss was easily recognizable from her profile, and clients could easily find these inflammatory posts online!
My boss’s boss was definitely not happy about this discovery whatsoever. He straight up asked me what I wanted to have happen in this situation. Since I was planning on finishing my stint at this clinic in a couple of months anyway, I wasn’t particularly worried about getting fired. I wanted to continue referring surgeries to this clinic, even after I left. I really wanted any and all clients to have the utmost confidence in this place! This higher-up dude also took the time to examine the client retention rate relative to each veterinarian. Apparently I had increased the clinic’s client retention rate by thirty percent during my two years at that practice! This guy fired my boss on the spot, and one of the much more experience nurses took over her job right away. My last two months were so much more enjoyable as a result!”
Leverage Has Never Been So Satisfying
“So I used to work for this home healthcare agency. I basically did the work of two or three people, so sometimes I stayed as late as eight at night to finish all of my tasks for the day. On top of all that, I had a manager who always gave me a hard time, telling me that I needed to be better at time management. Well, that was easier said than done, especially because the company wouldn’t hire any help for me. She micromanaged me, too. Also, she ignored the things I did well and only pointed out the things I did wrong.
Eventually, I went over my manager’s head and spoke to the higher ups. The higher ups defended her only because she was a family friend. Having said that, the higher ups of this company were a husband and wife. On the other hand, the company’s top physical therapist, and moneymaker, was my father. The company and our clients absolutely loved him. The company strived to keep him happy. So, when I, my father’s unhappy daughter, threatened to leave, the tables finally turned. The higher ups assigned me to a different manager. When that worked, I decided to ask for a salary increase, too, to compensate for the fact that they didn’t want to hire someone to help me. I stayed with the company for one more year, long enough that it looked good on my resume, and then I moved on.”
Leaving A Path Of Destruction In His Wake
“Several years ago, I left a job where I managed a good number of employees, all in different positions. I also had to write out all the procedures and documentation for the company, as none of that existed when I first joined for whatever reason. IN hindsight, I told myself that I should have made copies of all of my extensive documentation I made, just so I could show it off to other potential employers. On the whole, it felt really nice knowing that the company would keep running due to all of these well-written guides that I created. the more time I spent at my next job, the more I grew to totally resent it. I was never respected, and people were always giving me such a hard time. I was in charge of way too much, but I was treated to terribly by everyone around me!
Well it just so happened that I was also a manager at this new position, so I had full access to the entire company’s servers. I could edit any document that I wanted to! One day, I finally had enough, so I erased all the work I had done for them and walked out. I emailed HR to let them know I was no longer employed with them, and I moved on. These people did not deserve to thrive off of all my hard work! Three months later, a staff person working there told me how the entire branch of that company shut down after I left. When corporate began looking for my work and couldn’t find it, they began examining all the other employees in the branch. The uncovered tons and tons of fraud, embezzlement, and insider trading. There was also some blackmail connected to harassment going on. The entire sales team was fired, and the rest of the support team was either fired as well or transferred. I have to be completely honest here. It felt so amazing to hear how that place crumbled to the ground after I left it.”
The Worst Lying Of His Life
“My manager was the biggest loser. I don’t know who hurt him, but he disrespected so many of our associates in front of other coworkers and customers. He could call these associates names and yell at them for not being able to complete impossible tasks. He would ridicule these poor people in front of everyone else if they didn’t know one super random fact. Nobody could stand this manager, but everyone was too terrified to stand up to him properly. The morale of our work team was virtually nonexistent. I was a team lead, and this manager actually tolerated me. I was useful and never complained, so I got away without being attacked. I hated this guy’s guts. He kept talking. tome about how he thought that the generations younger than him were all complete morons. He wouldn’t trust any of them. My best friend worked at the same place, and he was an easy target for the manager. That was where I drew the line. I tried reasoning with him that he shouldn’t treat people that way, but all I got as an answer was pretty much, ‘I couldn’t care less about them!’
With that, I made my best friend call the HR hotline for corporate, while I wrote detailed stories of each incident, with corresponding dates and times. I also made sure I had other associates who would testify in our stories. A week or two later, the HR people came by for a ‘routine check’, but they actually talked to me and my witnesses. Later on, we received news that the manager would be transferring to another store, but we were never given an explanation as to why. In his last days, he told me how he would miss me and how he was really glad he worked with me. He also half-jokingly told me, ‘I’m transferring because someone reported me to HR! Haha, that wasn’t you, was it?’
It was the worst acting job I had ever performed. I stated, ‘What?! You got reported?! Oh wow, of course it wasn’t me, why would it be?!’
I mean I was telling the truth. Technically, I wasn’t the one who reported my now former manager, it was my friend. Good riddance to that man!”
Dropping A Truth Bomb
“So I worked nights at a sandwich shop, and the assistant manager was one of those cringy, edgy types who liked to try to get a reaction out of anyone at any cost. Usually, the cost would be any of his friends. Anyway, I was standing around, waiting for the line crew to finish up making an order so I could deliver it. We were located in the middle of a college town, and we would often walk or bike orders out to nearby apartment buildings. My assistant manager was standing around with the rest of the employees, making jokes about assault. He was talking about how women might ‘like it’ if they gave it a chance. This man was twenty-three years old and acted like a disgusting high school dweeb. The rest of the crew looked beyond uncomfortable to be standing in the same room as him. I called my assistant manager out on his behavior, which he took a lot of offense towards. He made some sort of grandiose statement about how everyone was just too sensitive, and I needed to stop being a ‘white knight’. I grabbed the order, and on my way out the door, I told my boss, ‘Dude, stuff like this is why no girl will ever go out with you.’
I walked out the door immediately after I dropped that truth bomb, and I heard an audible reaction from the rest of the crew. Finally, someone had said what everyone else wanted to tell him. My assistant manager got served and got some solid life advice. This dude was an absurd neck beard type of guy, and I really wonder how many of his ‘jokes’ were actually jokes. He also never showered, and he really did stink. Thankfully, this guy got demoted for being so inept a few weeks later.”
Company Policy Gets Petty
“I worked in a call center that had a key card security entry with all outside doors. My team supervisor was a tool, who would penalize the smallest deviation from any rules, yet he ignored them when it suited him. One day when entering, I realized too late that I had forgotten my key card at home. A friend swiped me in. I was ripped a new one and told that everyone had to swipe their own card, or they weren’t allowed entry under any circumstances. Fast-forward about three weeks later. My supervisor went outside to smoke on break, and he left his key card on his desk. It was heavily snowing and probably five degrees below zero with wind chill. I went to the break room, past the door he was banging on, and ignored him. About forty-five minutes later, he finally entered the building and called me to his office. He screamed out, asking me why on earth I didn’t let him in. I muttered a very basic apology and said that unfortunately, doing so was against company policy.
This supervisor stayed angry at me. From then on out, he focused on anything at all that he could use against me. For example, we were supposed to have a call time of five minutes on average. Mine was like five minutes and fifteen seconds. All of my other numbers were stellar but that didn’t matter to him. I ended up moving to another state after a few more months of dealing with this guy. The job itself was good, but that supervisor was getting to be too much to handle!”
Digging Up Some Dirt On The Boss
“One of my former managers hated me because I was apparently a ‘robot’, who did their job too well. I didn’t really want to attend my manager’s pointless meetings, where she would go on and on about weddings and babies. I actually had work to get done, and I wanted to do it! At one point, I overheard some gossip that my boss asked HR for pay raised for the other two team members who did the same job as me. I thought this a little odd, as I’d out-performed them consistently for over six months, but it was personal for her. Knowing how incompetent and, quite frankly, dumb my manager was, I figured I’d be able to catch her out quite easily. As predicted, with a bit of digging around, I found an unprotected ‘manager’ folder on a shared network drive. This was accessible by the entire company. It contained a range of juicy documents, including one-on-one meeting notes between myself and my manager, as well as my manager and other employees. The notes on me were ridiculously negative, with zero basis in reality. I discovered a whole bunch of sensitive employee payment material that should have been protected. When I brought this up to the heads of the company, my boss was instantly demoted! She was now working alongside the people that she used to manage. Karma can be so satisfying. The sad part was that I really just wanted her to leave me along and let me focus on my job in the first place!”
Kill them With Kindness
“I worked at a supermarket since I was sixteen, and I received my indefinite employment contract four years later. This was thanks to becoming friends with the manager that was about to move to another store, so why just give this kid a contract as a thank-you present! The team leaders and the new manager didn’t expect me to last much longer. The higher-ups liked their employees to be cheap, so they tried to get older employees with an indefinite contract to leave soon after receiving it. They would give these employees the worst tasks possible. Most of the time, I would work fourteen hours a week rather than eight doing these supposedly terrible tasks, which was pretty nice for my bank account. The higher-ups would let me clean the bottom racks of the refrigerated food sections with a sponge and water. It could get uncomfortable down there from the cold and the cramping from being in that position. But I started to get very talkative with the customers walking by, and I really enjoyed the chats we would have together. Eventually, the team leaders tried to make me go home earlier. I loved seeing their faces when they made me go home because of the maximum hours in my contract, even if there was a normal amount of work left. It was great to be back at home by nine at night and relax! I ended up working at that place for three more years, despite the team’s best efforts to get me to quit, since they couldn’t fire me without a valid reason. I annihilated them with kindness!”
Let’s Make It Super Awkward!
“Back when I worked in a grocery store, I was assigned to the meat department. We would close the counter at eight and clean everything up until nine. My department manager said that if we finished cleaning early, then we could head out early. As the years went on working there, one of the front end managers who closed the store didn’t like my department occasionally left early. But he wasn’t my boss, so I didn’t worry. But he did make it so we all had to call the front desk to verify that our cleaning was done before we could go home. The manager who didn’t like us would say he was coming when called, but then he just wouldn’t show up until nine to verify, so he could keep us there the entire time.
So my solution was this. After I finished cleaning, I would just walk to the front desk and find him and tell him I was ready. He would say, ‘Okay, be right there,’ and I would say, ‘Okay, I’ll wait.’ And I would just stand right next to him until he went to check. He hated that. It was an otherwise great place to work, other than the occasional power tripping manager, but I’m sure those are everywhere. I started before any of those bureaucratic checklists and sign-offs existed, and when I left they were all over every department. What can you do?!”
Never Put Up With This!
“This one was pretty recent and beyond petty. It still makes me fume a little bit whenever I think back on it. So I process lab samples to get them ready to be tested by lab technicians. We drop off our labels to this particular station, where a technician grabs them and runs them through an analyzer. After that, the lab samples are racked in tubes, ready for future testing. Specific types of tubes need an extra label, because they aren’t compatible with the analyzer that’s normally used. We started to print an extra label to take with us, in order to save the technician a few seconds of having to organize everything. Also, for context, due to everything going on in the world currently, we have been super-duper busy. One day, during this particularly busy time, a technician came up to our window, asking us to print a few additional labels for her. Sure, why not? Now this technician, who technically was viewed as our supervisor, was being so rude. No one else wanted to bring her the extra labels, so it was up to me to do so. Turns out we missed a few labels, so I apologized and told her how busy we were. I recommended that she print off some of her own labels on occasion, so the workday wouldn’t get held up with these sorts of issues. She told me, ‘How am I supposed to know how busy you are?! I’m paid too much to print off labels!’
Now normally, I can justify a nasty attitude from a healthcare worker, seeing as how stressed out they can be. But we are all stressed out right now, there was no excuse for this woman to snap at me like that! All I told her was, ‘Okay, well you can either work with another department on this issue, or you can quit, I don’t care which! Thank you and goodbye!’
She stayed, but thankfully I was able to deal with other, much nicer healthcare workers when dropping of labels. Dealing with that woman’s awful attitude was such a massive waste of time! It’s such a relief to move past that!”
“The Most Spiteful Ball OF Rage I’ve Ever Met”
“I worked as an apprentice in this elaborate construction firm. I worked in a very small team, which included literally me and the manager of a particular division. I enjoyed the job for the first year, as work was pretty doable, and I got along really well with the other staff members. Near the start of my second year there, we had a switch in the upper management, and my my manager got a new manager. This guy turned out to be the most spiteful ball of rage I had ever met. When this transfer started, I could tell that things would be pretty bad. I had heard horror stories about this new manager before, and one of the other employees from his previous team (which he brought over) would physically shake in fear because he didn’t make one deadline. A few months went by, and this new manager hadn’t antagonized me yet. That was until the day of reckoning had finally arrived. At one point, I asked our supplier if they needed to halt because of a new regulation. When my new higher-up overheard me, he launched into a solid ten minutes of shouting and name-calling. I think I handled that entire encounter fairly well, even though I was a very young seventeen at the time. But that was no way to talk to a teenager! My direct manager, who had to work under this piece of human garbage, went on a leave of absence for mental health, after an intense and long session of verbal abuse from this higher-up. This happened in front of the entire office, and it was pretty terrible to witness. I was left to run my entire division by myself.
During this entire time, I was still technically under an apprentice role. I was being paid less than minimum wage, but I was also now listed as a temporary manager. My apprenticeship was quickly drawing to a close, and I was scheduled to have a meeting about me switching over to full-time employment. This could result in higher pay and more holiday time. Unfortunately, this meeting kept getting pushed back. The day came when my former manager, who was still on a stress leave, decided to permanently retire. This happened five minutes after I walked into the manager’s office and officially resigned. I left them without a single person knowing how to run that sector of the business whatsoever. The look on that manager’s face was worth the numerous months of my weird and frustrating work position. I was never going to get that full-time meeting. The new manager didn’t want to give me more money or benefits, so I figured that it was time to call it quits. I thought that leaving the company flailing would be some immensely satisfying payback, and it most definitely was!”
