Wednesday, June 3, 2020

Unhinged Boss Pushes Employees To Their Limits


These employees were fed up with their controlling, toxic boss and his load of nonsense. So, in due time they waited to enact their ingenious revenge. That revenge looked like their boss unknowingly driving out to Omaha to make some money off selling shirts, without actually having the shirts. Just imagining the look on the guy's face when he turned up in Omaha, and realized he had nothing, is enough to fill one's heart with deep satisfaction. Way to go, dudes. 

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Text - r/ProRevenge + Join u/SadConfiguration • 2y And the deposit was lost... I'm somewhat new to reddit and have been reading these pro revenge stories and feel like I have a good offering. In the early 2000's I was working at a Graphics and T- Shirt printing shop in a major college town in the Midwest. I was a graphic design major and it just made sense for me to be involved in screen printing and design. The owner of the company was a very socially awkward dude that went to the university an

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Text - around after graduation to make his money. He had deep roots in the community, was on several alumni boards, etc... as such he had many large contracts with universities in the same athletic conference (one of the largest in the nation) as our college. This meant we spent most of our day rehashing old sports designs to meet new criteria. A lot of it was event based, meaning if a certain team won a certain game and there needed to be a shirt made to commemorate it, I was on call to do that

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Text - Now (we'll call him) Ron wasn't a cheery guy. In fact I don't think l'd ever seen him smile. But as of late he had been getting more bold with his three designers (myself, Tim, and Carla, who was the art director). He would venture up into the art room and hover while we worked. He evidently didn't like what he saw because he made me take my inspiration board down because it was "clutter". The hovering and critiquing didn't sit well with us, but whatever, it's his business. Then, he hires

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Text - designs and the amount of time it took us to do them. Needless to say, we weren't happy. So, one day Tim and I come back from lunch and Ron is upstairs in the design room lighting Carla up. He's yelling that she was costing him money because designs were sent back for revisions or took too long or just plain weren't good. As we were all very competent designers and worked under ridiculous deadlines all the time, it kinda confused us. Regardless, Tim and I both liked Carla as a boss and di

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Text - pushed past us on the way down the stairs and went home. She had been getting recruited by another screen printing place in town anyway, so she took that opportunity to jump ship. Good for her we thought. Fast forward about a month. Tim and I were even more unhappy than before because now, not only were Ron and his dad constantly breathing down our necks, but we had a three person workload with two people. He became even more pushy and rude and started to come unhinged. I almost hit him o

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Text - The CWS (College World Series) is in Omaha every year. The CWS was Ron's second biggest cash cow next to the NCAA Men's basketball tournament in March. Every year he rented an 18 wheeler with a 4- color process press in the back of it to take to Omaha. The deposit was $10k and like another $10k for the full rental. We'd watch the games and start getting the designs ready as soon as it was apparent a team was going to win. We printed the shirts right there on the spot and had them hot off

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Text - riding in the truck, his assistant and several other office staff were pooling in a van, and Tim and I were driving separate in my truck. It was to be a convoy. The truck took off, the van fell in behind it, and we fell in behind the van. They turned off on the highway toward Omaha and Tim and I went to the bar. They didn't notice until they got to Omaha. I saved the voicemails just in case I disappear some day. He shuttered four months later and rebranded as a design only firm. Gotcha Bi

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