In operations management, small amounts of flexibility (such as 2-5 minutes of overtime) are essential for maintaining smooth workflows and preventing larger operational failures; rigid policies that eliminate these buffers can cause significant productivity drops (40% in this case) and increased costs elsewhere, demonstrating that some operational inefficiencies are actually necessary for overall system stability.
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All right, everybody. We've got a malicious compliance story today that is absolutely textbook. A distribution center supervisor gets called into HR because his 2 to 5 minutes of weekly overtime is excessive. His boss, a middle manager trying to impress the higher-ups by cutting costs makes him sign a zero overtime policy. No exceptions. So, our guy does exactly what they asked. Exactly. He clocks in at the precise second his shift starts.
He stops talking mid-sentence when his lunch break begins. He walks out the door the instant his shift ends. Even if a truck is half loaded, even if a driver is waiting, even if the entire operation grinds to a halt, within a week, productivity drops 40%. Shipments are late. Drivers are furious. And when the boss tries to blame him, he pulls out the signed policy with the boss's own signature. This is magnificent. Let's get into it. My boss made me sign a zero overtime policy because I was clocking two to five minutes of overtime per week. So, I followed it perfectly.
Productivity dropped 40% in one week.
I've worked in distribution for about 12 years now. Not the kind of job that makes people go wow at parties, but the kind of job that makes everything else in the economy actually work. When you order something online and it shows up on time, that's because of people like me. When your grocery store has food on the shelves, people like me. When your office has printer paper and pens and those weird little post-it flags that nobody uses but everyone orders. Me. My name's Cole. I'm 34. I've been a shift supervisor at a regional distribution center in Ohio for the last 6 years.
Before that, I was a floor associate for 4 years. And before that, I worked at a smaller warehouse operation that eventually closed. Total 12 years in the industry. I know this world inside and out. I know what makes a shift run smooth and what makes it fall apart. And I can tell you with absolute confidence that what my boss did was the dumbest operational decision I've seen in over a decade. Let me set the scene. Our distribution center handles about 300 outbound shipments per day. That's a mix of palletized freight going to retail locations, smaller parcel shipments for direct customers, and weekly bulk orders for a few large accounts. We run two shifts: dayshift, 6:00 a.m. to 2:30 p.m., and evening shift 2:30 p.m. to 11:00 p.m. I supervise the day shift. 16 people report to me, including forklift operators, pick and pack associates, loading dock workers, and a quality check coordinator named Bryce, who is the most thorough and most annoying person I've ever worked with. That's a compliment. In quality check, annoying is a virtue. My day starts at 5:45 a.m.
Not because my shift starts at 5:45. It starts at 6. But I get there 15 minutes early every day because that's how long it takes me to walk the floor, check the overnight reports, review the day shipment schedule, and brief my team leads before the shift officially begins. I've been doing this for 6 years. It's not optional. If I don't do this pre-shift walkthrough, the first hour of the day is chaos because nobody knows what's going where. Now, here's the thing about distribution work.
Nothing runs perfectly. Nothing.
Equipment breaks. Associates call out sick. Trucks arrive late or early.
Paperwork has errors. Every single day, there's at least one problem that requires me to stay a few extra minutes past my official clock out time. Not hours, minutes, 2 to 5 minutes, typically, sometimes 10 if there's a driver waiting for a signature or a shipment discrepancy that needs to be resolved before the evening shift takes over. Over six years, my overtime, and I want to be precise here because this is important, averaged between two and five minutes per week. That's not per day, per week. Total cost to the company, roughly $4.50 to $7 per week, depending on the quarter. Annual cost of my overtime, approximately $280.
For context, the coffee machine in the breakroom costs more to maintain than my overtime. But to my boss, a guy I'll call Vince, those minutes were a problem. Hold on. This is me, not Cole.
I need to make sure everyone understands the scale of what we're talking about. 2 to 5 minutes of overtime per week.
That's the amount of time it takes to make a cup of instant oatmeal. This man's boss is about to restructure an entire shift's operational rhythm over the price of a large coffee. Vince is spending more energy on this overtime issue than the overtime itself costs.
That's like hiring a plumber to fix a dripping faucet and the plumber charges more than your water bill for the entire year. I'm calling Vince the bean counter because he's about to count the wrong beans and lose the whole harvest. This man is about to discover that some things cost more to save than to spend.
Let me tell you about Vince. Vince was not a distribution guy. He was a corporate optimization guy who got moved into operations management about a year ago because the company was restructuring leadership.
Translation: They had too many people in corporate and not enough in ops. So, they reassigned a few desk jockeyies to supervise people who actually know what they're doing. Vince had spent the previous 5 years in some kind of analytics role where he stared at spreadsheets and made recommendations that other people implemented. Now, he was in charge of implementing them himself. and he was terrible at it.
Vince's first month was mostly harmless.
He walked around the floor looking at things with his iPad, nodding, making notes. He asked questions that revealed he didn't understand the operation, like why do we have so many forklifts running at once? Because we have 300 shipments a day, Vince. That's why. Or can we consolidate the pick areas? No, Vince, we can't because the pick areas are organized by product category. and if you consolidate them, everyone will be walking twice as far for every order. He also had this habit of sending emails at 4:00 a.m. Not because he was working. I think he had insomnia or he was one of those, "I wake up early to optimize my morning guys who listen to too many productivity podcasts." He'd send emails at 4:00 a.m. about things like, "Can we review the dock lighting schedule?" Or, "I noticed Bay 7 had three pallets at close yesterday. Is that standard?" And then he'd reference these emails in meetings like he'd been personally walking the floor at dawn. He wasn't.
The night security guard told me Vince had never set foot in the building before 8:00 a.m. He was sending observation emails based on the camera feeds he could access from his phone. He was managing a distribution center from his bed at 4:00 a.m. on his phone.
That's not management. That's surveillance with pillows. But the overtime thing was his white whale.
Vince had some kind of corporate directive to reduce overtime across the facility by 15%. A reasonable goal, honestly. Some departments were running significant overtime, like the evening shift, which regularly ran 30 to 45 minutes over because of truck scheduling issues. That's actual overtime worth addressing. But instead of targeting the real problems, Vince decided to enforce a blanket zero overtime policy across all shifts. No exceptions. even for my two to five minute weekly average. He called me into his office on a Monday morning. He had a print out a print out in 2025 like we're running a Blockbuster video of my time card records for the past 3 months. He'd highlighted every instance where I clocked out more than 0 minutes after my scheduled end time. The highlights were basically every day because every day something needs 1 to three extra minutes. He said, "Cole, your overtime patterns are inconsistent with our efficiency goals." I said, "Vince, my overtime is less than 5 minutes a week." He said, "I understand that, but policy is policy. We need to eliminate all unnecessary overtime to demonstrate departmental compliance."
I said, "Vince, those minutes aren't unnecessary. They're the difference between a clean shift handoff and the evening crew walking into a mess." He said, "Then you need to find a way to complete the handoff within your scheduled hours." I said, "That's not always possible given the variability of truck arrival times and shipment volumes." He said, "Make it possible."
Then he slid a piece of paper across the desk. It was a personal overtime commitment form, a document he'd apparently created himself that stated, "I would commit to zero overtime effective immediately. that any overtime required prior approval from Vince directly and that failure to comply could result in progressive disciplinary action. I read it twice. I looked at Vince. Part of me wanted to argue. Part of me wanted to explain again that the operation needs flexibility and that 2 minutes of overtime is not the hill to die on. But I'd already made that argument. He didn't listen. So I was done arguing. I was done trying to explain reality to someone who preferred his spreadsheet version of reality. I had a thought in that moment, a clear, cold thought. If he wants zero, I'll give him zero and he'll learn what zero actually costs. I said, you want me to sign this? He said, I need you to sign this. I signed it. I kept a copy, both a photo on my phone and the physical paper, which I put in a folder in my desk labeled insurance.
and I went back to the floor. I told Damon first. He was on the dock checking a shipment and I pulled him aside. I said, "Vince made me sign a zero overtime form. Starting tomorrow, everything changes." Damon looked at me for a second and said, "Zero? Like 0 0?"
I said, "Z 0?" He said, "Cole, we can't run this shift at zero." I said, "I know." He said, "So, what are you going to do?" I said, "Exactly what he asked."
Damon's face went from confusion to realization to this slow grin that I can only describe as the grin of a man who knows he's about to watch a building catch fire and has already called the fire department. He said, "Oh, oh, you're going to follow it perfectly." I said, "To the minute." He said, "I'm going to enjoy this." I briefed Phil and Austin separately. Same reaction from both. initial confusion, then the realization of what was about to happen.
Austin said, "He's going to blame you when things go wrong." I said, "I have a signed document that says I'm doing exactly what he asked." Austin nodded slowly and said, "This is the most professional thing I've ever seen." But I didn't go back to the floor as the same supervisor. I went back as a man with a signed document and a plan. Pause for a second. I'm jumping in here because I need to appreciate the moment.
The bean counter just made Cole sign a document committing to zero overtime. A document with a signature on paper. He basically just wrote Cole a permission slip to destroy productivity. Because here's what Vince doesn't understand and what every single person who's ever worked in a warehouse already knows.
Those two to five extra minutes aren't overtime. They're glue. They're what holds the shift together. They're the buffer between everything ran smooth and the evening shift is going to spend their first hour cleaning up our mess.
Vince just removed the glue from the operation and taped a document to the wall that says no glue allowed. This is going to unravel faster than a cheap sweater in a washing machine. Tuesday, day one of the zero overtime era. I arrived at 6:00 a.m. sharp. Not 5:45, 6.
Because my pre-shift walkthrough happened before my shift started, which means it was technically unpaid work.
And if the company wanted zero overtime, they were getting zero free labor, too.
My team leads, guys named Damon, Phil, and a kid named Austin, who was newer but sharp, were confused when I wasn't there at my usual time. Damon texted me at 5:50. "Where are you?" I said, "My shift starts at 6:00. I'll be there at 6:00." He said, "But you always," I said. Not anymore. I clocked in at 6:00.
I walked to the floor. Nobody had been briefed. Nobody knew the day's priority shipments. Nobody had checked the overnight report. The first 45 minutes were spent doing what I normally did in 15 minutes before the shift. That's 30 minutes of productive time gone on day one. The mood on the floor was tense. My team could feel the change. They'd been used to me being there early, being available, being the guy who stayed an extra few minutes to make sure the transition to evening was clean. Now they were watching me look at the clock like a kid waiting for the school bell.
At lunch, 11 to 11:30 exactly. I sat in the break room and ate my sandwich. At 11:28, one of my doc workers came in and said, "Cole, there's a palletizing issue on bay 6." I said, "It's my lunch break.
I'll look at it at 11:30." He stood there for a second confused and then said, "But it'll only take I said 11:30."
He walked away. That conversation would have been unthinkable a week earlier. I was always available. Now I was available from 6:00 to 11:00, from 11:30 to 2:30, and not a second outside those times. Vince wanted a clock puncher. He got one. Throughout the day, I did my job. Exactly. by the book. When a driver arrived at 2:15 p.m. needing a signature on a manifest discrepancy, something I'd normally stay 3 minutes past my shift to handle, I said, "I clock out at 2:30. If this isn't resolved by 2:30, the evening shift supervisor can handle it." The driver looked at me like I'd lost my mind. This was a driver I'd worked with for 4 years. He said, "Cole, this will take 2 minutes." I said, "I have a zero overtime commitment. I'm not authorized to stay. He sat in the dock for 45 minutes waiting for the evening shift supervisor to arrive and get up to speed. At 2:30 p.m., I clocked out. A truck was half loaded in bay 4. Three pallets were staged but not wrapped. The evening team walked into a dock that was for the first time in 6 years not ready for them. Wednesday was worse. a large account, our biggest weekly customer, had a truck arrive at 2:10 p.m. Under normal circumstances, I'd have my guys loaded in 20 minutes, and I'd handle the paperwork while they finished. We'd be done by 2:35. I'd clock out 5 minutes late, and the truck would be on time.
Under the new regime, my guys loaded what they could by 2:30. At 2:30, I said, "My shift is over." 3/4 of the order was loaded. The rest sat on the dock until the evening shift could get to it. The truck left an hour late, the customer called. They were not happy.
Wednesday evening, the evening shift supervisor, a woman named Rita, who I've worked with for 5 years and who is possibly the most nononsense person on the planet, called me at home. She said, "Cole, what is happening?" I told her about the policy. I told her about the signed form. She was quiet for about 4 seconds and then said a word I won't repeat, but it started with F and ended with Vince's credibility. She said, "So, I'm getting your leftovers now." I said, "Until the policy changes, yes." She said, "I'm going to have a conversation with Vince." I said, "Please do." I found out later that Rita walked into Vince's office Thursday morning and said, "If my shift is going to pick up the dayshift slack because of your policy, my team is logging every extra minute as overtime and I'm sending you the bill." Vince apparently said, "That won't be necessary." Rita said, "It's already necessary. It happened last night." By Thursday, the compounding effects were visible. My pre-shift briefing was happening at 6:00 instead of 5:45, which pushed the first orders by 30 minutes, which backed up the midday loading schedule, which meant trucks that used to leave by noon were leaving at 12:45, which meant afternoon deliveries were late, which meant customers were calling, which meant Vince was getting calls from the account management team asking why shipments were delayed. Friday was the worst day.
We had a seasonal surge, extra volume from a quarterly promotional cycle one of our retail accounts runs. Under normal circumstances, my shift would handle the surge by starting the priority picks first thing and running a tight schedule all day. I'd usually stay an extra 8 to 10 minutes on surge days to make sure the evening shift had a clean handover. Not this Friday. I left at 2:30 on the dot. The surge orders were about 70% complete. The other 30% evening shifts problem. Productivity was down by about 35 to 40% compared to the previous week. I know this because I tracked it. I've been tracking daily output metrics for 6 years. It's part of my job or it was. At 3 p.m. on Friday, I got an email from Vince. Subject line performance discussion Monday 9:00 a.m.
I forwarded it to my personal email and saved a copy. Wait, wait, wait. Vince is calling a performance meeting with the guy who's following the policy Vince himself created. This is like a gym teacher who banned running and then called a meeting because nobody was winning the relay race. The bean counter squeezed a nickel so hard it turned into a quarter. A quarter of the productivity they used to have. Let me run some numbers. Cole's overtime cost the company about $280 a year. The late shipments this week probably cost them tens of thousands in customer satisfaction, potential contract penalties, and the overtime the evening shift had to work to catch up on what the day shift left behind. Vince, my man, you didn't save money. You spent a fortune trying to save pocket change, and now you're blaming the cash register. Monday morning, 900 a.m.
Vince's office. This time, Vince had someone from HR with him, a woman named Jackie, who I'd met once at an orientation session. She seemed uncomfortable. Vince was not uncomfortable. Vince was in full I've identified the problem mode. He started by pulling up the week's shipment data on his laptop. He turned it toward me like a prosecutor presenting evidence.
Cole, last week, we saw a significant decline in dayshift throughput. Our on-time shipment rate dropped from 96% to 61%. We had 14 customer complaints and the evening shift logged an additional 42 hours of overtime to compensate for incomplete handoffs. I nodded. He was right about the numbers.
I'd tracked them myself. He said, "Can you explain what happened?" I said, "I followed your zero overtime policy." He blinked. "What do you mean?" I said, "You asked me to commit to zero overtime. I signed a document. I followed it. I clocked in at 6:00 a.m., not 5:45 like I used to. I clocked out at 2:30 p.m., not 2:33 or 2:35 like I used to. I did not stay past my shift for any reason. As per the commitment form, everything that wasn't completed by 2:30 was passed to the evening shift.
Jackie, the HR person, was writing things down very quickly. Vince said, "You stopped coming in early." I said, "That was unpaid time, Vince. The commitment form says zero overtime.
Coming in early without being clocked in is a wage violation. I was protecting the company by not working off the clock. His face did a thing. I've seen that face on managers before. It's the face of someone who realizes they've built a trap and walked into it. He looked at Jackie. Jackie was still writing. He said, "Cole, the intent of the policy wasn't to compromise operations. It was to reduce unnecessary overtime." I pulled out my copy of the signed form. I said, "Vince, the form says zero overtime." It doesn't say some overtime is okay. It doesn't say use your judgment. It says zero. And it has your signature right here. I followed it to the letter. If the operation suffered, that's because the policy didn't account for the operational reality of running a 300 shipment per day distribution center, which I tried to explain when you asked me to sign it.
Jackie stopped writing. She looked at Vince. Then she said, "Vince, can you step out for a moment? I'd like to speak with Cole privately." Vince left. Jackie closed the door. She said, "Cole, between you and me." I told Vince this policy was going to cause problems. He implemented it without consulting HR.
She asked me if I wanted to file a grievance. I said, "No." I said, "I just wanted to do my job the way it needs to be done." She said, "I'll handle it."
Jackie called me the next day to follow up. She said the form was going to be rescended and asked if I had any concerns going forward. I said I just wanted to do my job. She said, "Cole, for what it's worth, your time card records are the most consistent and reasonable I've seen in this facility.
The overtime issue was never an issue.
It was manufactured by someone who didn't understand the operation." I thanked her. She said, "Also, off the record, that was the best malicious compliance I've ever witnessed in 20 years of HR. I'm not supposed to say that, but I thought you should know. She hung up before I could respond. Jackie's all right. 2 days later, the zero overtime commitment form was officially suspended pending review. Vince sent me an email, not in person, email saying that adjusted overtime guidelines would be communicated in the coming weeks. The adjusted guidelines never came because there was nothing to adjust. The old system where I used my judgment and occasionally stayed three minutes late had worked fine for six years. Yo, Jackie, the HR rep, told Vince to step out of his own meeting. Step out. She big brothered him in his own office.
That's the corporate equivalent of being sent to your room by the babysitter. And Cole, my man Cole, pulled out the signed form and read it back to him. It says zero. It has your signature right here.
That's not malicious compliance. That's a master class in contract enforcement.
The bean counter wanted precision. He got precision. He got exactly what he asked for. Delivered exactly how he asked for it. Documented exactly as he required it. And it cost the company 42 hours of evening shift overtime in one week, which at time a half rates is roughly carry the one about a thousand times more than Cole's 2 to 5 minutes ever cost. The math is mathing. I also want to mention what happened with the drivers. Our regular drivers, guys who'd been picking up from our dock for years, were the collateral damage of this whole thing. A guy named Earl, who drives for one of our biggest accounts, was sitting in his truck on Wednesday afternoon waiting for a load that should have been ready by 2:00. At 2:30, I walked past his truck on my way to clock out. He rolled down his window and said, "Cole, what's going on? I've been sitting here 30 minutes. I said, "New policy. My shift ended. Evening crew will get to you." He said, "Cole, I've got two more stops today. If I'm late to those, my dispatcher is going to have my head." I said, "I'm sorry, Earl. My hands are tied." He looked at me, really looked, and said, "They're making you do this, aren't they?" I just nodded. He rolled his window back up and waited. Earl called the account management team that afternoon. The account management team called Vince. Vince called me at home at home on my personal phone after hours and asked why I didn't stay to load Earl's truck. I said because I signed a zero overtime commitment form. Loading Earl's truck would have required 4 minutes past my shift. I was not authorized. There was a long pause. Then Vince said, "We'll discuss this Monday."
I said, "I'll be there at 6:00 a.m. a sharp. Here's where things stand now."
The zero overtime policy lasted exactly one week. One glorious catastrophic 40% productivity drop week. It has not been mentioned since. My time card is back to its normal pattern. 2 to 5 minutes of overtime per week, give or take. The company survived. The customers forgave us mostly. The evening shift still gives me a hard time about the week from Satan, but they know it wasn't my doing.
Vince is still here. He hasn't been fired or reassigned, but he's different.
Quieter, less iPad, less 4 a.m. emails.
I think the regional director's 800% comment scared him straight. Or maybe he realized that distribution isn't a spreadsheet. It's a living, breathing operation that requires judgment, flexibility, and a supervisor who's willing to stay three extra minutes to make sure a truck gets loaded. I don't hate Vince. I want to be clear about that. He's not malicious. He's just wrong. He came from a world where everything is quantifiable and optimizable and he walked into a world where the most important metric. Did today go smooth can't be captured on an iPad? He tried to optimize something that was already working. And in doing so, he broke it. It took one week of zero overtime to teach him what 14 years of 2 to 5 minutes had been telling everyone. The small things matter. The glue matters. the guy who shows up 15 minutes early and stays 3 minutes late.
He's not costing you money. He's saving you everything. Vince stopped interfering with my shift. He still walks the floor with his iPad occasionally. He still asks questions that suggest he doesn't fully understand the operation, but he hasn't touched my time card since. We have an understanding now, an unspoken one. He stays in his lane. I stay in mine. The lanes are very clearly marked. Damon, my senior team lead, bought me a coffee mug that says zero overtime on it. I keep it on my desk in the supervisor office.
Vince has seen it. He didn't say anything. I think he knows it's there specifically for him. Every time he walks past my office, I make sure the mug is facing the door. Phil, my other team lead, told me that Vince's overtime reduction initiative actually got him in trouble with the regional director.
Apparently, the evening shift's 42 extra hours of overtime in a single week triggered an automatic review. And when the regional director looked into it, she discovered that the day shifts overtime had been reduced to zero, while the evening shifts overtime had tripled.
She reportedly asked Vince, "How did you manage to transfer overtime from one shift to another and increase it by 800%. I would have paid good money to be in that room." Austin, the newer team lead, said something to me a few days after everything settled down. He said, "Cole, I learned more about management from that one week than I did in my entire orientation." I asked what he learned. He said, "Don't sign things you don't understand, and don't take away the two minutes that hold everything together. Kids going places. Final update." Rita, the evening shift supervisor, sent me a text the day after everything went back to normal. It said, "Glad you're back to staying three extra minutes. My shift can't handle another week of your leftovers." I said, "Noted." She said, "Also, tell Vince I'm sending him the overtime invoice for last week, 42 hours at time and a half."
I said, "Tell him yourself." She said, "I already did. He's reviewing it." She added a laughing emoji. Rita doesn't use emojis. The fact that she used one tells you how funny she found this whole situation. My wife Danielle asked me if I felt bad about what happened. I said honestly, "No." I followed the policy. I documented everything. I didn't sabotage anything. I just removed the extra effort I'd been donating for free. And when the extra effort was gone, the reality of the operation became visible.
That's not revenge. That's transparency.
She said, "You're kind of scary when you get methodical." I said, "Thank you."
She said it wasn't a compliment. I think it was, though. She also said she'd been timing her own morning routine ever since to see how much free time she gives to her job. Turns out she spends about 12 minutes a day on unpaid pre-work tasks, checking emails before clocking in, organizing her station, reviewing the day's schedule. She said if everyone did what you did, the entire country would shut down in a week. She's not wrong. The economy runs on people giving a few extra minutes. And when someone tries to take those minutes away, the whole thing wobbles. The coffee machine in the breakroom broke last week, cost $400 to repair. That's more than a year of my overtime. I mentioned this to Vince in passing. He didn't respond, but I saw him look at the coffee machine and then look at me and then walk away. Some lessons are best learned through caffeine related analogies and some lessons are best learned through watching a 300 shipment operation grind to a halt because someone wanted to save $4.50 a week. I should also mention, and this is random, but it makes me laugh every time I think about it. During the week of zero overtime, Bryce, the quality check coordinator, the annoying but thorough one, came up to me on Wednesday and said, "Cole, are you really leaving at 2:30 today because I have three discrepancy reports that need your signature before they go to the evening shift." I said, "Bryce, it's 2:28. You have 2 minutes." He stared at me, then he ran. I have never seen Bryce run.
He's not built for running. But he ran to his station, grabbed the reports, sprinted back, and I signed them at 22947.
13 seconds to spare. He was breathing hard. He said, "This policy is going to give me a heart attack." I said, "Join the club." Bryce and I have never been closer than we were that week. Shared trauma builds relationships. One last thing. I ran into Earl, the driver who waited 30 minutes on Wednesday about 2 weeks after everything went back to normal. He was at the dock picking up his regular load. He saw me and grinned and said, "We good now?" I said, "We're good, Earl." He said, "What happened to that policy?" I said, "It expired." He said, "Good. Don't let them pull that again. My dispatcher almost had a stroke." He drove off. Earl's a good guy. He didn't deserve to be collateral damage in Vince's war on 2 minutes.
Would you have signed the form or would you have fought it? I'll be honest, I almost didn't sign. But the second I realized it was a written signed document with his name on it, I knew exactly what it was. It wasn't a policy.
It was ammunition. And he handed it to me willingly. Anyway, if your boss ever asks you to sign a zero overtime form, do it. Sign it with a smile and then do exactly what it says. Exactly. Look, Cole didn't break a single rule. He followed every one of them to the letter to the minute to the second. And the result was a 40% productivity drop, 14 customer complaints, and a regional director asking his boss how he managed to make things 800% worse. That's not malicious compliance. That's artistic compliance. If this story doesn't make you appreciate the two extra minutes people give at their jobs every day, nothing will. Drop a comment. Have you ever been hit with a stupid policy and followed it perfectly? Subscribe and I'll see you in the next one. See you in the next one. See you in the next one.
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