The very very best revenge is doing well, and making sure they now it, without obviously rubbing their noses in it.
I had a bad manager who tried to get me fired as “incompetent”. I got a new position with a large raise (so I now earn what she does and she has to manage 9 dudes to get heres, ha!)and then a very public award for some marvelous (if I do say so myself) piece of “detective” work. I gave her a very broad smile as I stepped down from the podium with my bonus check in hand, and the plaque in the other. She was literally steaming.
Now, that’s revenge. Forget all the other petty BS.
So, put a lot of work in getting some reward or whatever that would make the other person squirm in their chair.
When I was little kid, my Mom had this job in a light-industrial setting. Her boss was a real class act…demanded to fuck Mom in exchange for her keeping her job. Mom refused, and was assigned to scutwork as punishment.
One day, it was “Bring Your Kids To Work Day!” This foul-tempered jerk was none too pleased to see me there, but had to put up with it because it was, y’know, a corporate type thing.
I smiled and behaved. No challenge waiting until his back was turned, since he didn’t wanna look at me anyway. Meanwhile, I’d identified several interesting bits of machinery. JAMMED THEM ALL. Shut down the place for awhile. And they had to keep issuing paychecks, 'cause it was in the contract… :mad:
I’m not arguing at all about the legality of the issue. I guess since he knew he was guilty he didn’t push the issue and he left quietly, although confused. In regards to the email thing, well, I guess I can see both sides on that one. The bottom line for me, when I look at it is, he was fucking around on her, she found out (albeit in an underhanded fashion) and got her revenge.
I personally go ape-shit when a person enters a monogamous relationship and then cheats on his or her partner behind their backs.
That really is the truth! I congratulate you on that.
However, there are times when one is pulled toward more venial forms of revenge. When I lived in the dingbat, on Thanksgiving night, my next-door neighbors were partying like hell until 4:00 in the morning–and, unlike most people, I had to work the next day. I asked them twice to turn it down, but they didn’t, so finally, out of pure frustration, I went to the garage and pulled their circuit breaker.
Yeah, that was petty, but it was four in the morning, and I needed sleep.
Agreed. When I was younger, it didn’t matter so much because I was stupid. I’ve just recently started a great relationship and I can’t imagine doing anything to hurt her.
What makes me cringe is knowing that the events of that story took place in Boston Harbor, around 1818. The reason for the man being walled into the cellar was different, but…
Well, in Election, the janitor gets revenge on Matthew Broderick’s character—for overstuffing the trash can and letting it overflow—by providing the discarded vote that allowed Reese Witherspoon to win the race for Student Body President.
I hesitate to tell this one, it might not seem like much after you read it but it was cruel.
When I was in Grad school, I stayed in a dorm on campus. It was co-ed and we tended to be a little older than average because most of us were in MS/PHD/Med school etc.
There was one woman who stayed in the dorm that was nasty. She was pretty attractive, but no model and she had a habit of publically humilating guys who asked her out if they weren’t ‘good enough’.
I remember one time when, in the lobby/rec area I heard her start in on one guy saying something like “…have I ever given ANY indication to you that I was interested in you? Have I??? Why in the world would you ask me out?” Another was her publically humilating a guy about how someone so beneath her dare ask her out. and so on.
A bunch of us were sitting in the rec area after something like this happened and someone asked that it would be great for her to be dumped hard by someone she had feelings for.
…a plan was hatched…
several of us went in on it and it ended up costing us over $100 apiece. I went in on it because, even though I was very serious with a woman at the time, because I wanted to see her…ahh maybe it was peer pressure.
A friend of someone in the dorm was known to have great success with the ladies. We set him up with a very nice status car and introduced him to her as a rich friend. She took to him so fast. He spent a week ‘in town’ with her then dumped her at the end of the week. The ending was actually perfect as he was leaving the dorm and her all tear faced, pleading with him not to go…even knowing others were around and seeing her act this way. I didn’t see this part but others did and said it was satisfying.
It did seem to work though, I never heard her publically berate anyone again, but she really did seem hurt/affected by it.
I almost felt sorry for her. Almost.
=====
Is that the kind of revenge story you were looking for?
[QUOTE=Scoundrel Swanswater]
There is also a movie made from it with a great role by Anthony Hopkins as the wronged father Titus.
QUOTE]
I actually recommend this movie to anyone, for any reason, at any time. I think you should all get up from your computers now and watch it. It’s an absolutely gorgeous film, done in a retro-futuristic style and everyone in it (Anthony Hopkins, Jessica Lange, Jonathon Rhys Meyers, Alan Cumming) is excellent. The violence in the movie is grotesque but somehow still breathtaking, and shouldn’t deter even the squeamish.
Attended a school in Denver, Colorado with a couple of Air Force sergeants. First week of school during a break we were telling jokes and gags when one sergeant (I’ll call him Blackie) asked another (I’ll call him Blondie) to pull out a dollar bill and show three movies depicted on it. Blondie didn’t know the answer to Blackie took the dollar bill and quickly got to the punch line which is to tear the dollar bill in two, blow at the pieces and say, “Gone With The Wind”.
Blondie was a good sport about it, picked up the pieces, and put them in his wallet.
We, all the class, were pretty good friends during the three month school, went skiing together, and spent all the between classes breaks together.
On the very last day of class Blackie tried unsucessfully to use coins in a vending machine. Since the machine had a dollar bill acceptor he asked if anyone had a dollar bill Blondie said, “Here, use this” and pulled a folded dollar and handed it to him in exchange for four quarters. Blackie started to use the bill only to discover it torn in two. He looked at it for a moment or two and then turned and cocked his head at Blondie. “This is that bill! You’ve been saving this for three months haven’t you?” Blondie nodded his head yes.
It wasn’t until much later that I wondered if Blondie hadn’t jammed the coin acceptor of Blackie’s favorite vend.
This happened when my brother and I were teenagers, so it was long, long ago.
Our mother was tooling down the aisle of the local grocery’s parking lot when this duffer backed out of his space without looking, into the side of her car. They stopped and she got insurance information from him, but when my dad called the insurance company it was some kind of weird insurance for fixing the duffer’s own car, not liability for others.
“Well, that’s that,” I told him. With wisdom rare now, never mind then, and from what mom had said about the exchange between her and the duffer after the accident, I told him that he (the duffer) had already half convinced himself that it was all her fault and by now was totally convinced. “All you’re going to be to him,” I told Dad, “Is some creep who’s trying to take money from him.” And that’s exactly how it went.
So, brother and I sprang into action. Unfortunately (for him) the duffer had given Mom his address as well as his phone number. We swung by and there was only the one car there, a Plymouth Satellite. We stopped at the local auto shop and bought a locking gas cap. Late that night, we gave the duffer that gas cap. We even installed it for him. We didn’t give him the key.
I had a workplace bully a year ago. It was way out of control, and I had complained to the boss about it. The bullying started when I had complained to the boss about the bully’s lewd behavior, racist and misogynistic jokes, etc. The boss told my bully that I had complained. The bullying worsened, a lot. I started emailing the boss regularly with reports of his juvenile behavior, but the bully had been reading my emails during the few hours before my shift started. In February of 2007, the bully told me that if I continued to inform the boss of his behavior, that he would kill me. I had been applying for a new job, so the boss fired me!
One day, I had to fill in for another coworker. I was told to keep an eye on the email because they were expecting a file from a big customer. So I had permission to check that email for that day. Even so, I avoided opening any emails that had personal-sounding message titles. When it had become apparent that I was going to have to leave in order to get away from that environment and that it wasn’t going to happen by the boss deciding to fire the creepy guy, I set up a rule in the coworker’s email that would forward, to the boss, any email that my bully would send to that coworker and the other usual recipients of his dirty pictures and jokes. My only regret is that I didn’t set up the boss’ email to automatically forward such a message to the entire customer list. I never heard what became of that.
Since The Shawshank Redemption has been mentioned in this thread, I have to mention that there was a time when I cranked up that exact version of Mozart’s “Marriage of Figaro” in my cubicle. I never played music there, except that. It was symbolic of how I felt in that brutal environment. One of my coworkers came over with a big grin on his face, he got the reference. I wish that I had had the balls to play it over the P.A. I also added the “His Judgement Cometh…” screen cap to screen saver photo cycles on one of the universally used computers. I would like to think that the second to last thing to go through that boss’ head would be to wonder how the hell Charger got the best of him.
