I Obeyed My Sleazy Boss & RUINED Her! r/MaliciousCompliance

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[00:00:00]Hey guys, welcome back to r/malicious compliance. In this Reddit story, I was just a broke college student trying to survive on ramen and tips until my boss stole my wages, fired me for complaining, and smuggly told me to go ahead and report her. So, I did, and what started as one complaint turned into a legal disaster. So, a while ago, I was a broke college student trying to survive off ramen and anxiety. My financial aid covered tuition and not much else. And my parents were not in a position to help. So, I needed a job that would work around my class schedule. Enter the absolute hell hole of a diner. Everyone just called it the diner. It was the only sit-down place in our small town that was open late and it had that whole greasy spoon locals only, we're a family here vibe. Old neon sign, cracked red booth, and faded photos on the wall. All of that. But the real star of the show was the owner. I will call her the owner because she was so awful that I don't even want to mention her real name. She legit gave me PTSD. But imagine someone who bragged constantly about how she built this place from nothing and how kids these days don't want to work while also chain smoking out back and complaining that the government was killing small businesses every time she had to follow a single regulation. So yeah, that was her energy. I saw a handwritten server wanted evenings apply within sign taped to the front window. At that point, I was basically applying to anything that moved. So, I went in. It was dead between lunch and dinner. Just one old guy at the counter and the owner counting cash at a booth. She looked me up and down like she was trying to figure out if I was going to steal the salt shakers. We did the world's shortest interview and she asked if I'd ever surf before. I hadn't, if I had thick skin, and if I could work weekends. I said I was a fast learner. I could work evenings and weekends and I really needed the job. She grunted slid a paper application at me and by the time I finished filling all of it out, she told me I could start the next day.

[00:01:59]No tax forms, no W4, no I9, nothing.

[00:02:02]Just you start tomorrow. I should have seen the red flag right there, but again, bro college student. I told myself she would probably handle the paperwork later like a normal employer.

[00:02:14]Spoiler, lol. No. training was basically follow this other server around and try not to mess up too bad. The other server who I will call season server was in that I've seen some things face. She was probably mid-30s, moved like she had been doing it forever and had that calm dead pan way of talking that only people who have been mistreated by the service industry can pull off. She pulled me aside at one point and said quietly, "Just a heads up, clock in as late as you can and clock out as soon as she tells you because she watches that like a hawk." and keep track of your hours yourself. Don't trust the checks. That should have been my second red flag.

[00:02:51]I just nodded like I understood, but inside I was thinking, how bad could it be? Again, lol. Right away, the owner had little rules that were not really rules so much as free labor. Stuff like, "You cannot clock in until your first table sits. Just roll silverware while you're waiting. If it slows down, go ahead and clock out, and I will call you back on if it picks up." We all help out so everyone stays until side work is done. Even if you are off the clock, that's just being a team player.

[00:03:20]The first night I came in 30 minutes early like she told me and she literally took the time card punched thing out of my hand and said, "Not yet, honey. We don't clock in just to stand around.

[00:03:30]Grab a bucket of silverware and start rolling. You can clock in when people start walking through that door."

[00:03:36]So, I spent almost an hour off the clock wrapping knives and forks and napkins while she walked around talking about how hard it was to find good workers. I went home tired and smelling like frier oil. But I had tips and a little bit of optimism left. Well, that optimism didn't last long. The diner had a tip pool. On paper, it was supposed to work like this. All the servers put their cash tips in a jar at the end of the shift, and the owner evenly distributed it based on hours and sections. In reality, it was more like this. We put our money in the jar. The owner took it in the back with the register cash, fiddled around for a while, and then walked out with some envelopes that never really looked like they matched what we had seen. The seasoned server warned me, count your tables. If you get stiffed a lot, fine, that's life. But if you have a good night and your envelope looks sad, that is when you know. The first week, I didn't question anything.

[00:04:29]I was mostly in the small section near the kitchen, still learning the menu, still messing things up. I shrugged it off, told myself it'd get better when I got better. And then one night I had one of those unicorn shifts, big parties, nice people, like three separate tables who left 20 to 25% on big checks, and I mentally tallied the tips. I'm not a math genius or anything, but I was pretty sure I had around a 100 bucks in cash there, bare minimum. End of the night, we close, do site work, dump our tips in the jar, and the owner disappears into the back with it. She comes back out and hands me an unsealed envelope inside 40ome bucks. I just stared at it. I thought maybe I miscounted. Maybe the other server had a terrible night and we were balancing or whatever. But the seasoned server caught my eye and did this tiny shake of her head like, "Yeah, welcome to the club."

[00:05:18]I didn't say anything that night. I went home, wrote down every table about what they tipped and what my share was. I still have that notebook. And that was when I decided if she was going to play games, I was going to start keeping score. A couple of weeks in, I finally got my first paycheck for my hourly. The owner did that thing where she made a big show of handing out checks in front of everyone and saying, "Don't forget your real money is in your tips. Uncle Sam just takes this anyway." I opened mine and almost burst out laughing. My hourly rate was literally lower than the already low tipped minimum wage in my state. Not by a huge margin or anything, but low enough that I knew something was off here. I checked my hours that was worse. According to my own little notebook, which I was now religiously updating after every shift, I had worked something like 32 hours that pay period.

[00:06:06]The check showed only 23, though. I went home, pulled up my notebook, and matched dates and times.

[00:06:13]9 hours just gone. It wasn't that we disagreed on a specific day, either. It was that every single day was shaved. 50 minutes here, half an hour there. Oh, you clocked out wrong here. All of it quietly adding up. I spent an embarrassing amount of time convincing myself I just written something down wrong. But the seasoned server had literally warned me about this exact thing. So, the next pay period, I made sure to note the exact times I walked in, when I actually started working, when I stopped, and when I tried to clock in and was told no.

[00:06:45]Same result. paycheck short by several hours hourly below what it should legally be. All the while the owner bragged about how generous she was with giving people shifts. And still, I didn't say anything because I needed the job because I was terrified she would fire me and I would fall behind on rent and groceries and then everything else would crumble. So instead, I started doing what my mom always called quiet rage organizing. No yelling, no scenes, just spreadsheets. I made a simple table in Google Sheets. dates scheduled, actually worked, clocked hours, tips I personally handled, and tips I actually received.

[00:07:21]I took photos of the schedule with my phone every week. I snapped pictures of my time cards when nobody was looking. I kept every single payup in a folder, and by the third paycheck, I had a pattern.

[00:07:31]To give some more context here about how bad this place was, the owner ran the place like some weird mix of high school clique and sweat shop. If she liked you, you got the good weekend night shifts and big tables. But if she didn't, you were stuck in the back section by the bathrooms during slow afternoons. She loved telling stories about lazy kids she had fired. According to her, they all had attitude or thought they were too good for the job. And anytime someone tried to bring up anything money related, she would shut it down.

[00:08:00]One buzzer casually asked about a missing hour and she snapped at him in front of everyone about stealing time. A cook mentioned overtime once and she literally laughed and said, "We don't do overtime here. If you ate full-time hours, I just cut you from the schedule.

[00:08:14]Problem solved. Everyone was scared of her, but also weirdly resigned. The seasoned server, a couple of the line cooks, and even the dishwasher, they would all complain to each other in the back about missing money, about the jar, and about the off-the-clock work.

[00:08:27]However, if anyone suggested doing something official, it turned into that tire defeated. Yeah. And who's going to listen? She would just deny it. We need the job. I get it. Most of them had kids, rent, build situations way flexible than broke college student.

[00:08:43]I was the one with the least to lose, which I think the owner picked up on faster than I did. The turning point came during a week from hell. One server's kid got sick. One cook just stopped showing up and the owner was now in full panic mode. She started giving me extra shifts because I was young and energetic and didn't have real responsibilities yet. That week, I clocked in at least 45 hours. That's just what I could prove based on the time cards and when she actually let me clock in. If you count all the off-the-clock side work she made us do.

[00:09:12]It was probably over 50. By the end of it, I was exhausted, falling behind on school work and living off coffee and whatever bread I could sneak from the kitchen. I told myself, "At least this check will be good." I literally budgeted what I thought it would be. I was like, "Okay, I'll pay rent, buy real groceries, and maybe even catch up on a bill." But then payday comes. The owner does her little show again, handing out checks like she's Santa Claus or something. I open mine. It was smaller than the one before. Fewer hours, same illegally low hourly rate.

[00:09:43]Some random adjustment line that made no sense. I checked the stop. 37 hours, not 45. Definitely not counting off the clockwork, no overtime line at all.

[00:09:52]Something in me just snapped. Not loudly, not dramatically. It was more like a switch flipped from be quiet and grateful to okay, you want to play this game? we will play for real. Still, I didn't confront her right then. I went home. I pulled everything out. Notebook, photos of schedules, time card picks, payubs. I spent hours lining everything up. Dates scheduled, actual hours there, what the time card said, what the paycheck said. I color coded things, and I even highlighted patterns.

[00:10:19]When I finally had it all in one place, I realized she had shorted me a little over $400 over about 2 months. That's not some rounding error. That is rent, textbooks, gas, food. I printed the spreadsheet. I printed the payups. I printed the pictures of the schedule.

[00:10:33]And I put everything in one of those cheap plastic binders. I knew if I went in empty-handed, she would gaslight me into thinking. I just remembered everything wrong. I picked a shift where I knew it would be slow at the start. I got there a little early with my binder in my backpack. Of course, the second I walked in, she was already mid rant about something the dishwasher did. I almost backed out right there, but I told myself if I didn't do it now, I never would. I waited until there was a lull. No one at the counter, just two tables with their food. The seasoned server gave me a you okay? Look, I took a deep breath, walked over to the owner in her usual booth office, and asked if we could talk privately. She did that annoyed sigh like I just asked for a kidney, but waved me into the back storage area. The second door closed.

[00:11:17]She went, "What is it? Make it quick. I don't have time for drama." I said something like, "I think there's been some mistakes on my paychecks. I brought everything with me. I've been keeping track of my hours and I'm missing a lot of time." She gave me this look like I had personally insulted her ancestors or something. I pulled out the binder and showed her my notes, the schedules, the pastups. I pointed to one week where I'd been scheduled for five shifts, showed her where she had written me in, and then showed her the past where it only reflected 4 days. I was not rude. I didn't accuse her of anything. I used all the nice soft sound language like discrepancy and mistake and could we fix it. She let me finish, stared at the papers for a full second, and then literally laughed in my face. Not a nervous laugh, a full-on you're adorable kind of laugh. Then she went off. She told me I clearly didn't understand how real businesses worked. She said the system rounds things and everybody loses a little here and there. That is life.

[00:12:11]She told me if I wanted a steady salary, I should go get a real degree and work in an office because this is the service industry, honey, not a charity. I tried once more, pointing out specific hours, the illegal hourly rate. But she cut me off and said something along the lines of, "If you don't like how I run my business, go file a complaint with the Department of Labor. See how far that gets you. I've been doing this for years. Nobody's ever done a damn thing about it." It was the I've been doing this for years that really stuck in my brain. She said it with pride like she had outsmarted the entire system for over a decade and I was just some naive kid who would fall in line. I just stood there binder in my hands kind of stunt.

[00:12:49]She must have taken my silence as back talk because she then tagged on, "And you know what? I don't like your attitude. If you think I'm stealing from you, then clearly this is not the place for you. Turn in your apron. You're done here." Just like that. No warning, no write up. Fired for attitude problems. I asked if she was serious and she said something like, "I'm not going to have some college kid come in here and tell me how to run my diner. Get out." So I did.

[00:13:15]I walked out front, handed the season server my apron and whispered, "I just got fired." Her eyes went white, but she didn't say anything. The owner had followed me out and was loudly telling everyone that some people just cannot handle hard work. I left before I said something I would regret. I went to my car, sat there shaking for a bit, and then her words replayed in my head. If you don't like it, go file a complaint with the Department of Labor. Okay, then I went home, put the binder on my desk, and stared at it. Part of me still didn't want to cause trouble. That part of me was used to just putting up with unfair crap and moving on. But the other part, the part that hadn't been quietly tracking every missing hour, and every dollar that disappeared from the tip jar, was officially done. So, I did exactly what she told me to do. I went to the State Department of Labor website. There was a very straightforward section for wage complaints, and they even had a specific thing for restaurant workers and tip issues.

[00:14:08]So, I started filling it out. At first, I was just going to file for myself.

[00:14:12]Missing hours, improper tip pool, illegal hourly, off thec clock work, and no overtime. But then one of the questions was, "Have other employees experience similar issues?" And I thought about the seasoned server, the buzzer, the cooks, all of them gripping quietly in the back and then shrugging in defeat. So instead of hitting submit, I stopped and pulled out my phone. I still had the numbers of a couple co-workers. I texted the season server first, something like, "Hey, so she fired me and I'm filing a wage complaint." Have you ever thought about doing something about all the missing pay? She replied almost instantly saying, "Wait, she fired you for asking about your check?" I said, "Yes." Told her about the go to the Department of Labor line and mentioned that I'd been documenting everything. She texted back, "Holy crap, I've been there for years.

[00:14:55]She has stolen so much. I just didn't think anything would happen if I complained. What do you need from me?"

[00:15:00]And that cracked the dam. I asked if anyone else might be interested and she said, "Give me an hour." Within that hour, my phone turned into a support hotline, text from former servers, current buzzers, and even a cook who had quit months ago. They had all had the same experiences, missing hours, forced off the clock work, stolen tips, no overtime. Some of them had even tried to speak up before and gotten the same attitude speech and then quietly dropped from the next week's schedule. A couple of them had saved stuff, too. Old pastups, photos of schedules, screenshots of text from the owner telling them to come in early and get Sidewalk done before you clock in. One former server even sent me a text the owner had sent to her after she quit, demanding she come back and work a shift she was on the hook for.

[00:15:42]Embedded in that text was the owner bragging about how she doesn't pay kids to roll silverware. And if you work here, you do what I say when I say that little gem was timestamped and had the owner's number right at the top. So now I didn't just have my neat little binder, I had a mini archive. I realized pretty quickly I was out of my depth in terms of turning this into something more than just an angry ex employee fills out a form. I wanted to do it right. I also didn't have money to just go hire a lawyer outright.

[00:16:12]So I did what everyone does now. I Googled. I literally typed wage theft lawyer my state free consultation into the browser. A bunch of results came up and I explained briefly what was happening. Mentioned that I wasn't the only one and offered to send my documentation.

[00:16:27]I figured I would hear back in a few days, if at all. But instead, I got a call the next morning. The person on the phone was from an employment law office.

[00:16:35]They had read my message and wanted to hear more. We did a short intake over the phone where I walked through the basics, the illegal hourly, the missing hours, the tip skimming, the off-the-clock work, and the fact that the owner had literally told me to go to the Department of Labor and then fired me when I brought up the missing money.

[00:16:50]I also mentioned I knew at least half a dozen other current and former employees who had had the same issues and were willing to talk. The guy on the phone paused and then said very calmly, "Would you be willing to come into the office with your documents? We might be able to help you and your co-workers. We take these cases on contingency basis." So yeah, I went I sat down with one of the attorneys and an assistant. I spread out my notes, my payubs, my time card photos, and my spreadsheets. I explained how the tip pool worked, how the owner would make us roll silverware and clean off the clock, how she would cut hours from the paychecks, and how I'd been told no overtime here. I showed them the text screenshots from other employees and the attorney kept nodding, writing things down. At one point, he looked up and said, "This is very thorough." He asked if the others would be willing to give statements and I said, "Yeah, at least a few." He explained in simple terms that what the owner was doing was illegal in several different ways. He also mentioned a magic phrase, "Retaliation for asserting wage rights, which basically means firing someone for complaining about stolen wages, is itself another violation." He said, "If enough employees were willing to join, this wouldn't just be my little complaint. It could be a bigger case." I asked how much this was going to cost because again, I'm broke. And he explained contingency. They get paid out of whatever settlement or judgment might happen. If nothing happens, I don't pay.

[00:18:07]And they also said I should still file the complaint with the Department of Labor, but now I could list their office as my representative contact. So, I went back home, kept messaging co-workers, and started lining up who was willing to be involved. Over the next couple weeks, things got busier on my end, even though I technically didn't have a job anymore.

[00:18:24]I met up with co-workers at coffee shops and kitchens and park benches. The more we pulled on the thread, the more unraveled, patterns started showing up.

[00:18:32]For example, nobody had a pay stop that showed overtime ever. Not one. Yet, multiple people had stories of weeks where they had been scheduled six days, double shifted on holidays, all of it.

[00:18:42]No overtime ever. The tip pool was even worse. We pieced together best guesses from nights where multiple people remembered specific big tippers. And without getting into the exact math, it was obvious the pool was missing large chunks of money. And somehow the owner always managed to end up with a new piece of jewelry or a business trip around the same time as the biggest weekends. We also found out that she hadn't been applying the tip credit properly at all. She was paying below the legal tip minimum and not doing any of the stuff required to make that legal while also making us do site work that wasn't even tipped like cleaning the bathrooms, deep cleaning the kitchen for that same subminimum wage. When we handed all of this over to the lawyer's office, they called it systematic. That word struck with me. This was not a misunderstanding. This was the way she ran her business proudly for years.

[00:19:32]Once they had enough, the attorney filed a formal demand for unpaid wages on behalf of several of us along with a notice of representation. I don't know exactly what was in that, but I know the owner got it because the messages started almost immediately. I was blocked on her phone and social media by then, but the season server wasn't.

[00:19:49]Apparently, the owner blew up her phone with messages as soon as she got the letter. It started with fake nice stuff like, "Hey, heard there was some confusion. Let's talk about it. We're a family. we can work this out without lawyers. But then it turned ugly, accusing people of stealing, threatening to blacklist them from every restaurant in town and claiming we were committing fraud by lying about ours. One message she sent to another former server literally said, "You better fix this or I'll make sure you never work in this town again." Which, by the way, is a terrible thing to put in writing when you are already in trouble. The lawyer's office told everyone very bluntly to stop talking to her directly. If she contacts you about this, save it and don't respond. send it to us instead. So they did. And apparently trying to intimidate former employees who are part of an active wage complaint is not a smart move.

[00:20:37]It became yet another thing she did to dig herself even deeper. Around this time, the Department of Labor actually reached out too. Dad gotten my complaint and I later found out complaints from a couple other employees, too. Between that and the lawyer's filing, the diner was officially on their radar. They asked about hours, pay, tip practices, and if we had any documents. I gave them digital copies of everything I had. Once the Department of Labor was involved, it escalated pretty quickly. They requested records from the owner, time cards, payroll, tip locks, all of that. From what I heard later, that didn't go well for her either. Remember how the owner used to brag about doing this for years, and nobody's ever done anything about it? Well, that turned out to be very, very relevant.

[00:21:18]She had been cutting corners and stealing from employees for a long time.

[00:21:22]To someone like her, that was proof she was untouchable. But to the Department of Labor, that was a long timeline of potential violations, and they did an audit on her. I of course don't know all the details of how it went down because I wasn't in the building anymore, but I still knew enough people who were. One of the line cooks texted me the day the investigator showed up. They came in during a slow time with a stack of papers and a calm attitude. They talked to the owner in the back, looked through files, asked for copies, and then started quietly interviewing people. The owner tried to play it cool at first from what I heard. She told the staff it was just a routine thing and that they should remember how generous she was when they answered questions. Yeah, that didn't work. By that point, people were over it. They were tired of being underpaid and yelled at. The seasoned server told the investigator everything.

[00:22:05]The off-the-c clock work, the tip jar math not adding up, the missing hours, the threats, and other employees backed it up. Even the buzzer, who had barely said more than 10 words in a row to anyone, spilled everything they knew.

[00:22:16]After the investigation started, the employment attorney filed a formal wage and our lawsuit. Again, I'm not going to go into the legal weeds here too much because that's usually boring. The owner in response did exactly what you would expect someone with her personality to do, which is double down. She told anyone who would listen that we were lying, that we were coming after a small business, and that we were greedy and lazy and wanted something for nothing.

[00:22:40]She posted some long unhinged rant on the diner social media about frivolous complaints and government overreach and that turned out to be another self-own because people started commenting.

[00:22:51]Former employees chimed in like actually I work there and this tracks and the customers were like wait you don't pay your staff properly. Her attempt at controlling their narrative just made more people aware there was a problem behind the scenes the department of labor finished their audit. We started hearing bits and pieces through the lawyer's office. The audit had found unrecorded hours, improper application of the tip credit, failure to pay overtime when required, and all the fun stuff we'd been talking about. The state hit the diner with an order to pay back wages to several employees plus penalties. And it wasn't instant cash in our pockets or anything, but it was a formal written, "You did wrong and you owe people money." On top of that, our separate lawsuit was still moving along.

[00:23:31]The owner clearly didn't want to go to a full trial, which the attorney told us would be risky, time-conuming, and expensive for everyone. So, there were talks about a settlement. While all that was going on, the diner's reputation started tanking. Word spread fast in a small town. People talk, and a couple of us were pretty open about the fact that we had filed wage complaints, regulars started asking the staff about it, and some stopped coming in altogether.

[00:23:55]The diner had always relied heavily on that we're a family, we support local business narrative. But once people realized that supporting local in this case meant supporting someone who treats employees like disposable unpaid labor, a chunk of them bailed. Revenue dropped and staff turnover went from bad to even worse. The owner tried to hoard shifts for people she thought were loyal, but those loyal people kept quietly quitting after watching everything else blow up.

[00:24:19]She also tried hiring new people, but word got around about the off-the-clock work and missing tips, and people would last a week and then ghost. I passed by the place a couple times on the bus and it was noticeably emptier. The neon sign looked a little dimmer and there were fewer cars in the lot. Someone told me they had cut their hours closing earlier because there wasn't enough business to justify staying open late. Eventually, our case reached a point where the attorney called us in for a group meeting. Again, nothing glamorous. He just laid it all out. The combination of our evidence, the corroborating statements, and the Department of Labor findings had put a lot of pressure on the diner. The owner's insurance. Yes, apparently that's a thing. and whatever resources she had were on the line. They had made a settlement offer. He explained we had options. We could push for more, risk going to trial, drag it out for who knows how long, or we could take what was on the table. He walked us through what each of us would get in the proposed settlement, back pay for missing wages, amounts for the improperly handled tips, and some extra because of the retaliation aspect in my case, and a couple others who had been punished for complaining. I'm not going to share the exact dollar amounts, but I will say this. For me, it was enough to pay off the small pile of debt I've been carrying, cover a chunk of my remaining tuition, and set a little aside as a buffer. For some of the longer term employees, it was even more, not buy a house money, but catch up on bills, paid on credit cards, breathe for a minute money. We asked the attorney if they seemed fair, and he said, "Given the size of the business and financials we have seen, this is actually very solid.

[00:25:44]There's a real chance that if we push further, there may not be anything else to collect. She is already under strain and that was the other thing. The diner was not doing well at all by that point because between the fines, the back wage orders from the state, the legal fees on her side and the lost business, the place was already bleeding money. So, we agreed to the settlement. We signed the papers, initialed all the spots, did all the boring admin stuff, and a few weeks later checks started coming in. The system had actually for once worked in our favor. The dinner limped along for a bit after that. But it was basically a slow motion collapse.

[00:26:17]Between the Department of Labor ordered back pay separate from our case, the penalties, the settlement, the loss of staff and customers. The owner just couldn't keep it afloat. She tried cutting corners even harder. Apparently, people said she started doing weird things like closing whole sections, cutting shifts mid-service, and trying to run the floor herself to save money while still yelling at everyone. That only drove even more customers away. And then one day, a friend sent me a photo.

[00:26:41]It was the dinner's front door with a handwritten sign saying closed until further notice. No explanation, just that. A couple weeks later, there was another sign for lease. The neon sign was off. The blinds were closed. The parking lot was empty. Just like that, the place she had bragged about building from nothing was gone. And yeah, guys, let me know in the comments what you think about this story. And by the way, please don't forget to like the video because that would help me tremendously.

[00:27:05]Now, we got some comments from Reddit.

[00:27:06]One person said, "You are the a-hole. I cannot believe the way you're trying to dress this up as some heroic moment when it's pretty obvious you just wanted to nuke this woman's entire life because she bruised your ego." Yeah, she was absolutely doing something shady and illegal. Nobody's arguing she was a good boss. But the way you talk about it, this was never about justice or protecting workers. You were mad. You got fired. And you decided you were going to turn it into your own personal crusade. You did not just report your missing wages and move on. You went out of your way to track people down, build a whole case, get a lawyer, and escalated as hard as you possibly could.

[00:27:40]You knew that a tiny diner with razor thin marchants was never going to survive a full-blown investigation and a lawsuit, and you still pushed every single button because you wanted her to pay. You can call it just following her suggestion, but you absolutely knew what you were doing. And don't hide behind the well, she said to file a complaint.

[00:27:57]She was obviously being flippant and arrogant, not seriously commissioning you to launch a one-person legal war.

[00:28:05]You are a grown adult, not an NPC, executing a voice command. You choose to treat that throwaway line like a binding contract because it gave you a justification to go scorched earth. What really seals it is how you talk about the outcome, though. There's not a hint of real conflict or sadness about the fact that a bunch of other workers lost their jobs. It's all framed as this cinematic. I walked by and saw the four le sign and wow what a moment thing real human beings who also relied on that place who might have kids rent no car to get to another job etc. They are basically background props in your movie about how clever and righteous you are.

[00:28:38]You could have filed a complaint, made sure you got what you were owed and maybe warned people and let the state handle it at their pace. Instead though, you went full I will burn your livelihood to the ground and turn it into internet content and then slap the words she told me to on it like that cancels out everything. That's not noble. That's not standing up for yourself. That is enjoying the hell out of total destruction and trying to convince yourself it was inevitable. So, yeah, she is an a-hole, a big one. But you're not the hero here. You are absolutely an a-hole, too. And your complete lack of self-awareness about how far you took this is wild. YTA. And yeah, guys, let me know in the comments what you think about this comment. Maybe the commenter here is the a-hole as well. Let me know what you think.

[00:29:19]Comment number two, not the a-hole at all. That's exactly the kind of situation labor laws exist for, and you use them the way that you're supposed to. Your boss was not making little mistakes or getting confused by a complicated system. She was running a place on a model that depended on people being scared, uninformed, or desperate enough not to push back. And by the way, guys, imagine you being your boss, not paying fair wages, and stealing money from your employees, and then having the excuse that you were confused by a complicated system. I got to say that is both awful as well as hilarious. Anyway, unpaid side work, messing with tips, no overtime, threatening people who question it. This was not an accident.

[00:29:57]It was how she chose to operate and she was proud of getting away with it. You did what a lot of people in that situation wish they had the guts to or stability to do. You documented and you checked the math. You confronted her politely first, and when she responded by laughing in your face, basically bragging about her history of wage theft and firing you, you took her advice and went to the exact place she dared you to go, the Department of Labor, and then a lawyer. So, there's nothing wrong with you actually following through. People love to say, "Go ahead, report me," because they assume that nobody will.

[00:30:27]The only reason she was so confident is because enough people before you didn't have the time, energy, or resources to fight it. If you just rolled over two, nothing would have changed for the people who came after you. The Fallout finds back pay, legal trouble, loss of reputation, and eventually closing the diner is not some random cosmic tragedy that happened to an innocent small business owner. It's a direct predictable consequence of her own decisions over years. If you knowingly built your life on violating labor laws, you don't get to clutch your pearls when those laws finally get enforced. That's not you ruining her. That's her finally facing the bill for everything she skimmed off other people. Could some of your co-workers have been hurt by the closure? Absolutely. That sucks. But again, that's not on you. The person who put their jobs at risk was the one stealing from them and then daring someone to call her bluff. You didn't lie. You didn't manipulate the system.

[00:31:14]You didn't abuse some loophole. You told the truth to people whose literal job is to handle this. And honestly, if more people did what you did, a lot fewer owners would be so casual about wage theft. You got justice for yourself and for a bunch of people who probably thought nothing would ever come of it.

[00:31:29]She gambled that nobody would ever stand up to her and she lost. That's on her, not you. NTA. And the next one is a fantastic malicious compliance story which is titled Harass Me for tickets. I will sell them instead. So, I bought tickets to a really desirable concert with my cousin for 200 bucks each back in February. I've been looking forward to this concert all year. A couple of weeks ago, my cousin told me she couldn't go anymore and I can keep her ticket and invite a friend. Even though she paid 200 bucks for her ticket already, she said she didn't want her money back and that any friend I invite can go for free. I invite a friend of mine to go with me and she says yes.

[00:32:04]She's excited that she can go and is grateful she got the ticket for free.

[00:32:08]The day of the concert is coming up in 4 days and she texts me to let me know it's forecast to snow the day of the concert and it'll be super cold and windy with windshields down to zero. I check the weather apps and decide to listen to the local news forecast on TV.

[00:32:21]It doesn't look good.

[00:32:23]I tell my friend that I don't drive in the snow and cannot really take the train because the outdoor temp will be so low. And in my area, I sometimes have to wait for the train outside for 20 minutes or so and don't feel comfortable being exposed to the cold for that long.

[00:32:36]I also cannot Uber to the stadium because the round trip would be too expensive. I tell her if the weather is bad that day, I will just transfer the tickets to her and she can go without me. She then starts pressuring me to let her know ahead of time so she's not scrambling at the last minute. I told her that snow and weather predictions are pretty variable in our area and I cannot really decide until the day off when I get a feel for how much snow has fallen. It's supposed to fall overnight and see the condition of the roads and see how bad the wind and the windchill really is. She lives very close to the venue so it'll be easy for her to get there even if the weather is bad. She again says that the right thing to do is to let her know a couple days ahead of time so she can find someone else to go with. It's making me uncomfortable that she's already planning to go with someone else before the snow even hits the ground. She got a friend she usually goes to concerts with who also lives near her. So, I knew in her beady little brain that she's planning a concert outing with her other friend and just wants me to transfer the tickets now instead of waiting for the actual weather event. I think about it for a minute. I tell her that I've decided ahead of time since the weather will be bad. So, list my tickets for resale and try to get my money back since I cannot go. She responds with, "Wow." I replied, "Oh, did you just expect me to transfer $400 worth of tickets to you before the snow even hits the ground? Or do you want to buy the tickets yourself?"

[00:33:51]She didn't respond. Even if the tickets don't sell, I'm not giving them to her anyway. Update: My friend texted me this morning and offered er $200 for both tickets since my cousin already said she could have the other one free. And I responded, "Wow, that's so nice of you.

[00:34:04]A real friend would invite me to stay over in case of bad weather so I wouldn't miss this once in a-lifetime concert experience. That's what my cousin would have done as she also lives nearby. I told you guys she was already planning on taking someone else. Nope.

[00:34:15]Nope. Nope. Update number two. If she's willing to fork over $200, then why not offer to pay for my Uber costs, which would be 150 bucks round trip or offer to pay for a hotel if she doesn't want me in her house. It's all fishy to me.

[00:34:27]Anyway, update number three. My tickets sold for full price. So now I have $400 and can give my cousin her money back.

[00:34:35]And the next one is a fantastic petty revenge story which is titled Apartment Just Got Smaller. So this happened to a friend. He lived in an apartment with a landlord who was completely unresponsive. On the rare occasion where you could get him on the phone to let him know about a problem, he always sounded sympathetic and promised action, but very little ever came of it. Little things like no heat in the winter for a month. So then my friend found another place to live and gave notice. The week before he was to move out, the landlord asked him for permission to have a photographer come in while he was at work so he could take pictures of the apartment and advertise it. Well, here is where my friend decided to get in a little very petty revenge. So, the day before the photographer was to come in, he moved all of the furniture in the living room closer to the center of the room. Like couches, chairs that were against the wall were now moved 8 in closer to the center of the room. And the apartment was not very large to begin with, but now it looked absolutely cramped and gave the impression that you would have a hard time moving around in there. A month or so later, the apartment was still on the market because hey, who wants to live in a cramped little shoe box? And yeah, guys, thank you for watching. Please don't forget to subscribe and I will see you again