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Is it possible to text bomb Nigerian scammers? Some of them are actively scamming people, and I have their phone numbers. Please let me know what you think. I could hook up a fax machine and tie up their phone line, but I need to be able to send them a large amount of texts.

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Let's look back at some memorable moments and interesting insights from last year.

Your top 3 posts:

• "Should have just let me walk away with my share…" by u/wildlinglover19
• "That time I restructured myself out" by u/moomatey
• "Happy Cakeday, r/EscalatingRevenge! Today you're 9" by u/AutoModerator

All you had to do was let me walk away

Some background: I’m a practicing internal medicine physician and formerly a 50% owner in what was once a fairly successful med spa with 4 locations. At least until what happened below.

Before anyone accuses me of breaking the law blah blah blah don’t…this has been litigated, resolved and I won. But it is a fun story.

In the beginning my business partner and I were mere acquaintances working with a large hospitalist practice. Looking for extra income to pay off student loans we decided to band together and open a med spa offering Botox, minor cosmetic procedures, b12 infusions etc…and it was a huge hit. Big enough for us to go full time and expand. This lasted around 7 years.

Beginnings of problems, my partner decides that his wife isn’t enough for him and begins to step out on her…now this is none of my business however it does become my business when you embezzle money to pay for your sugar babies gifts from our business account. Fast forward a few years and I’ve sat on this information because business overall was too good to walk away from it…however covid changed things and we had to close 2 of our 4 locations.

My partner has never been great with money or time management which is why for the most part I handled all of the back office stuff from ordering supplies to billing and payroll and so on. This comes into play later.

Around 6 months ago I began looking for a new position and found a new job. I didn’t want to leave my partner in a hard spot so I gave him a 90 day notice to find another partner or otherwise get his business affairs in order before I resigned. He instead used this time to siphon off more funds for his side piece and allow his unruly children to ransack my office while I was away on a family vacation and frequently not showing up to work or showing up late or super hungover leaving me to do extra work.

My time to go and time to get even:

Finally the time had come to wind down my time per our agreement my partner was to buy out my 50% of the practice which we agreed would occur on the Monday of my last week (basically I’d take 50% of our liquid assets as a bank transfer). Monday upon checking the bank account had been locked out and upon regaining access found that $30k of my half had been moved to an account I did not have access to. I had it and spent the next few days plotting my revenge.

Remember those back office things that I handled above? Well all of those documents, processes, order forms etc…we’ll they are all on our shared office hard drive and absolutely vital to the practice (and way to much work for my partner to do himself in a short time)…I just so happened to buy an identical model and take the original hard drive home with me. Upon plugging the hard drive in I found a back up of his calendar, pictures and emails between he and his mistress…which I forwarded to his wife. The following day I ran a full page ad in the local paper announcing a special holiday deal on our services (which we had planned). Lastly I hired some college students to write a slew of bad reviews on google/yelp to tank the overall ratings.

Aftermath: The week after my departure the clinic was insanely busy and quickly ran out of supplies…since the order forms etc were gone he had to turn away new and long standing clients. My partner sued for the documents etc and I counter sued for the $30k he owed me. We settled by exchanging the two. I have since heard his wife divorced him, his mistress left him, and subsequently he has filed for bankruptcy as the clinic never recovered….and his wife cleaned him out. I on the other hand really like my new job!

Warning, long read. Posted this in Pro but got removed.

TL;DR: You won’t pay me properly and won’t listen? I’ll restructure myself out and leave you high and dry.

About 7 years ago I started working as part of the finance department for a university. I started there as a generalist, data-entry type person, then picked up more responsibility as I learned the processes etc. A couple of years into my job, the entire structure was changed and centralised and with this I managed to make my way up to chain to (gasp!) middle management and leading a team. This went well as everyone got a fresh start, we got to know each other and started working well together; eventually we started focusing more on what we could do to make everyone’s lives easier and improve efficiency across the board. We had various changes to systems and getting into more systems that allowed us to really gauge the volume of work, where everyone’s at and what processes require too much effort for very little value. Over time the size of the team diminished due to the number of international students dropping and the university facing a budget deficit; this did not hit my team very hard because we were already prepared to do more with less but it did mean that when a few people left, I couldn’t re-hire for those positions as we didn’t have a budget and it was almost impossible to justify. The ones that were left did not suffer and were still part of a very good team environment and had good learning opportunities for them; we became (probably) the most efficient team in our department. I like to think I was good to everyone and played their strengths while also adding to their individual skillsets; I was also very against working extra and only ever asked for volunteers to do overtime on a couple of occasions when we needed to do something urgent without interruptions. Due to its success, the system we had in place for logging work got adopted by other teams and eventually it was rolled out to the entire finance department. My team was a very big part of that success and everyone got involved with testing and training.

In terms of senior management, the CFO was a bit of a dick but my boss’ boss (AW) was an absolute legend who constantly advocated for us. My direct manager (DM) was good too, although she didn’t get very involved in discussions about my career growth or help me achieve personal goals (despite that being part of our annual review requirements). She was good in terms of being a decent person and being smart enough to recognise that it’s best not to get too involved in the details of our work and give me the freedom to actually do my job.

Now that the team was running like the well-oiled machine it was, I was given more things to do (all without the extra pay or extra staff):

Manage a second team doing data entry while new automation software is obtained; Be part of the project team that sets up and delivers said software; Train everyone (EVERYONE) in using this platform; Be a contributor to other projects that dealt with automation; Identify every single paper form on our network and convert it for electronic signature and/or coordinate with IT to convert these to web portal forms. I did, it was a lot of work and during a time that we were expecting our first child… but it did teach me a lot about delegating work and I got my senior staff trained and ready to manage the day to day. It was great on many levels – the satisfaction of getting something completed (that nobody wanted to touch), getting more technical skills, being introduced to project management and getting my guys step into leaderships roles. It was truly a good feeling to close everything off right before the end of the year and then going on parental leave knowing that things won’t be on fire while I’m away.

Two things happened right before I went on leave:

For delivering the project, we were promised a bonus (nothing too fancy actually, it was something like $6,000 split between 3 of us for almost a year’s worth of work); the CFO and his boss agreed. The CFO left because… ego and whatnot; one of his direct reports (call her EB) was asked to act in the role until they went through the usual recruitment processes. She was told about the deal in point 1. COVID hits while I’m on leave and the acting CFO hits the deal of a lifetime; due to COVID and the risk to existing employees, restrictions are put in place so that for a time you can only recruit internally; externally not allowed unless it’s under extreme circumstances and the candidates need to be already living in the area (no relocations). So the acting CFO goes from a 6-month acting arrangement to a 3+ years full contract without so much as an interview.

Now, since the university was already under pressure with the budget, COVID made it even worse and almost everyone needed to start thinking about restructuring their respective areas in an effort to reduce the cost; it’s shit but some attitudes needed to change because it has been too long where senior management was careless with the costs – like managers just hiring more people instead of fixing a broken system (or procedure), or hiring more people to do some of the jobs they’re meant to do themselves.

A few weeks before I was due back a work, I get a call from AW, asking me if I would like to work directly with her as she needed someone to gather data and metrics that would help determine the headcount in a new structure and also to look at the existing processes and make them more efficient. The point of this was that once a team is formed and everything centralised, I would be leading it. It sounded really good so I jumped on it; it gave me new challenges but also I was working independently so I had a better work-life balance.

We got the first part done within 3 months, everything ready to be presented to EB. This is where it gets “fun”… AW was undermined by EB quite often (gotta love superiority complexes); with this in mind, when I was drafting the potential solutions, I thought I would say that everyone (including my position) has to apply for a role in the new structure; I believed that was the fairest way and it also gave me an out – if things go south, I can strongly consider lining up another job and taking redundancy at this place.

I then started on the processes, expecting that we would hear back about a restructure (we were made to believe that this would happen soon and it would run quickly). EB kept stalling, and stalling… to the point that some good people left in frustration; 3 more months went by and AW tells me that she is leaving too because she had enough. I start seeing where this is going – EB is stalling in the hopes that enough people leave on their own accord and she doesn’t have to pay as much for redundancies. Well, two can play that game! I put my head down, pretend all is well and just get my work done. Eventually (4 more months) she announces the restructure and all affected staff are called into meeting where they are told that their positions are being made redundant; they are presented with their choices (take the payout or apply for the new roles) and are told that it’s not personal… Not sure about that last bit, considering the new structure was clearly targeting only one part of finance, while other departments (historically and constantly underperforming but friends with EB) were being left untouched, some even getting more staff or higher salaries. Her response to this (it was an anonymous question) was that she didn’t want to repeat the mistakes of the past, where key people left and things blew up.

She went with the model I was proposing for that area but she cut too much from the staff numbers. I submitted my feedback, highlighting that I have all this analysis showing that the proposed numbers are too low and not sustainable, while a different team has higher than anticipated numbers; because the skillsets are almost identical, consider moving some people across. She asks for my proposal, I give it to her, even draw it up because she’s “a visual person”. My colleagues in a similar situation say the same thing, the numbers are too low; we’re not even proposing adding more to the baseline, all we’re saying is that you should consider moving some people across teams (net nil). She thanks us for the feedback and invites us to a meeting; everyone seems to think that maybe she got the point and wants more details on how to make it happen. How wrong we were… the meeting consisted of her talking over everyone and essentially saying she knows better and we can piss off. Oh she lied about how she arrived to that conclusion too.

Shortly after that, the recruitment process begins and everyone either applies for jobs or signs the redundancy paperwork. As I got my letter, I decide fuck it; the job market is pumping, this place turned to shit and the payout would be almost like a third income in our household (maybe I can even stay home for a few months and just relax). In saying that, I also wanted to stick it to EB.

So I email her (cc HR) and ask for consideration on increasing my redundancy pay. I mention all the stuff I did on top of my job, that I was just short of 7 years and redundancy calculations were made on completed years of service (meaning I would lose a couple of weeks pay on my redundancy) and lastly that we were promised a bonus right before she became CFO. She says she can’t make any adjustments because they need to be consistent with the rest (bullshit); I ask again about the bonus, she says she doesn’t know. I call her out on that and she again says that she doesn’t know and that if I don’t have it in writing then she can’t help. I mean… even with no record, you know all the work that was put in and you have all the power to fix it yourself if you wanted.

Me (cc HR): “Ok, you want something in writing? Here’s the signed paper, I’m taking redundancy and so you know, it’s because of you and your refusal to adjust or reach any sort of compromise”.

I then went to speak with a lot of people and mention the job market, attractive payout and how negatively this is impacting everyone, how our voices are not being heard and how I was treated and that I’m leaving because of the toxicity. People agree, and I see the wheels starting to turn: DM decides to leave, work’s too toxic; 4 of our accountants decide to leave, work’s too toxic; a few more managers and accountants do this; two of my staff decide to leave. Some people were rejected when they applied for slightly more senior roles but were then told they will have to do those jobs anyway - an entire fucking team resigned in protest.

During the final week, EB was still thinking things would turn around, that people would change their minds. She said she was sorry I didn’t agree with the new structure and chose to leave; wanted to remind me that she had me in mind for one of the roles (mind you, this would have been an entire full time job on top of my full time job, at the same old pay). She also asked why I didn’t mention the bonus earlier, like it would’ve made a difference.

Me: “With regards to the bonus, I was under the impression is was going to happen without me having to follow-up on it; I didn’t push it because I didn’t think it should have been a priority during COVID and the budget deficits; however, the student enrolments have gone up so much for 2021 that it will completely cover the deficit and will leave some to spare. And I’m not leaving because of the new structure; I mostly agree with this and have designed a chunk of it. I don’t agree with you, how you handled the entire thing and how I’ve been consistently underpaid if you compare my workload to those in a similar role; I’m going somewhere where my voice will be heard and I will be paid what I’m worth.”

The fallout: she wanted to cull 14 positions, mainly at the lower levels. Over 20 people left, including a lot that she wanted to keep; because of the timing, there was no handover in some roles that will cause issues with compliance. The only project manager left as well.

Most of the people that left went straight into new jobs, others decided they wanted a longer break. For me, I was essentially head hunted into a similar, but more focused role, with a slight pay increase as well. I also stayed home for almost two months, doing some things around the house but also getting my head cleared; and, since I had money, I spent some on myself too.

I wish I could say that I came out unscathed; I definitely thought it would’ve been easier because I saw it coming and I prepared accordingly. But mentally, it did still have an impact; it was a difficult year and I really loved working there. I really gave it my all over the years and I did it so that the university prospers and gives the best experience to its students. At the same time, I could no longer work with that sort of leadership and it wouldn’t have been fair (on me or my team) to continue with that sort of emotional baggage.

Thank you for reading and sorry about the length – I felt that there was a lot of context to add (even so, tried to keep it short and relevant).

EDIT: the role that they wanted me to take has been vacant for the last 3 months and counting. With the other project manager also gone, there really isn’t anyone that can continue to implement the planned automation, so they’re still doing things the old fashioned way but with way less staff.

Let's look back at some memorable moments and interesting insights from last year.

Your top 10 posts:

• "(now) Disgraced Physician gets whats coming to him... again... and again... and again. Thanks for killing my wife." by u/Ancient_Educator_76
• "I get banned from campus.... the revenge might take awhile, but it gets sweeter and sweeter as time goes on. : )" by u/Ancient_Educator_76
• "The ongoing destruction of someone with an entitlted attitude." by u/kibufox
• "Dictate when our Grandma gets to leave? We'll sue, just wait" by u/MyLillyRose
• "Had a horrible boss at one of my tech support jobs, very rude, misogynistic, demanding." by u/kickypie
• "Been a long burn, but at a dead end for ideas" by u/burntpsyche
• "Happy Cakeday, r/EscalatingRevenge! Today you're 8" by u/AutoModerator
• "What to do with someone's address." by u/Worried_Molasses
• "That's not water" by u/StarFlyXXL
• "I was at tha post office one day" by u/kickypie

I have their address they live in a different state I want ides on what to do.

So I was going to post this in r/ProRevenge, but found this sub reddit and thought it would fit better here. Sorry for any spelling errors.

So this is something that started in February, but is still sort of happening right now.

On my great- grandma's(g-grandma) birthday, she fell and broke her hip. This happened about midnight, and my cousin and I were watching anime. Mom called us down and told us to call Grandma( g-grandma's daughter) and tell her what happened. Then My parents left to meet the ambulance at the hospital. My cousin called her and I kept myself busy. Fast forward to the morning and we found out that she broke her hip. Fast forward another week and they move my grandma to a nursing home.

Now this nursing home we chose, didn't have a good reputation. We, however, did not know this until much later. We were not allowed to take her out to see the doctor(important later). They have a standard quarantine procedures, not allowed to leave or have visitors if someone come down with covid for 2 weeks. But every time the 2 weeks was about to run out, someone else would come down with it, so that's annoying. They would clean the rooms regularly, but they would move the phone too far away from the bed for g-grandma to reach(we assume, she never answered, but would always when she was at home).

Now they also made up that my mom was POA over my g-grandma's for healthcare( she wasn't, but we didn't know that) so they would only talk to mom about how she was doing. Now due to problems with CPS being called on my aunt, My Grandma decided it was everyone's fault, except for hers(she was part of the problem[ my cousin, aunt, and uncle lived with them]). She had finally gotten over that when this happened. When the nursing home told us mom was her POA, she flipped out, re-opening the divide in our family. She refused to do anything for any of us. Eventually we found out that was a lie about mom being POA and found out that Grandma was, though they still only talked to mom about things.

Part of why g-grandma was there was to give her physical therapy, which they did, for a while, then they suddenly stopped without telling anyone. We found out three days later. We paid for more, they did another week or so.

They did end up moving g-grandma to the upstairs, but the problem was there was only one phone for the entire floor to use. We do suspect that she was being drugged to keep her quiet because: A, she wasn't ever answering when she had her own phone, and B: seemed out of it when she did answer it. We did find out she wasn't moving around because they sent us a bill for $25 cream for bed sores.

What made us go to the option of suing was when my dad checked her online medical records, he notice she had been to her blood doctor when she wasn't allowed to leave the home for doctors appointments. She had been taken to the doctor, without asking us, or even telling us that was happening. It is illegal to do that. We are currently working on making our case against the home. We have moved g-grandma to another home that a family friend is at, and her son recommended to us. We are allowed to visit her anytime and she is doing well. I'll update after we go through with the lawsuit, as this is still going on.

This really happened to me, and due to the sensitive nature of it all, including court appearances, licensing ramifications of the accused, and just out of respect for the unnecessarily-short life of my first, I will change all names and locations, and enough of the details that don't matter (like what state, etc.) so that privacy is kept.

Either 10, 20, or 30 years ago, I married my high school sweetheart, Betty. I had just graduated high school, and she was staying in high school, pregnant with our first child Franky at age 18-19. Throughout her pregnancy and our dating I was informed of Betty's condition of epilepsy. She had infrequent seizures, and I have seen her have a grand mall seizure twice before the Incident; once while eating, and once on a family hike (the light flickering through the trees triggered it we think).

So later down the road we have our second child, living on our own in a trailer park in Bloxnart. My wife has always been a little bit punk, dying her hair many times over and over, and now having to shave her head as a result of her extremely damaged hair. She dyed what was left of her hair pink. She was a belly dancer, had a style of her own, and really had a "Don't eff with me" vibe she gave off to anybody but me and our two boys, Franky and Sam. These aren't just nostalgic details: they are important to the slowly-increasing plot.

That being said, one afternoon while Betty is getting ready to drop the boys off at grandma's to hit the mall, she had another seizure....a bad one. It's hard too be too descriptive without choking up right now, but she knew it was coming the second before. She hits the ground, I do my part to put her on her side and sweep the mouth (I know this is frowned upon now for some reason, but it's what her parents trained me to do). I call an ambulance, telling them "help my wife is having a grand mal seizure, a bad one!" whilst trying to instruct my frightened three year old to go to mommy's bedroom, Sammy was hardcore napping at 11 months literally inches away.

The ambulance shows up and takes her, I stay back because grandma isn't there yet for the kids (I called to make sure she'd be there soon, otherwise I'd have to drag the kids with me to the local hospital). Grandma gets there and I drive to the hospital as fast as possible. I get there pretty quick and talk to the doctor within a few minutes. The ER Physician we'll call Dr. Thoreau (steeped in irony), whose mercy I was at, told me that "We're going to put her under to do a Cat Scan/MRI/something having nothing to do with her epilepsy".

In my naivete, not understanding that I can tell him what I want him to do, I just said "okay". I DID tell him, however, that she had a seizure, has had seizures in the past, etc. He didn't believe that the seizure was epileptic in nature. He asked me about drugs she's taken, alcohol, etc. I told him no she doesn't do that, but she did have a drink a couple of nights ago. He was super convinced, based on her appearance I presume, that this was drugs, and that she just needed to get it out of her system.

Toxicology comes back. No drugs in system. Dr. Thoreau says "this doesn't test for all drugs out there". Wow, Doc. So she's put under now, kept in that state, in the meanwhile no EEG machine (which measures brainwaves) to determine that, yeah, she's having a seizure dumba--, give her some phenobarb or whatever. I didn't know the importance of all this at the time, so we're just waiting for this test and that test and for her to come out of the "under"ness or whatever. This takes a day and a half.

They finally allow/acquire an EEG machine, with an EEG tech, and come to find out I was right, that all along, she was having seizures.... the entire time. Now she is brain dead. Now I'm signing DNRs and Hospice and Neurologist(s) are asking me about Buddhism and if I've tried it. Nice try...

So she died days later.

Then something called 9-11 happened, which not only was 5 days after what would have been my wife's 23rd birthday, but EXACTLY my 25th. Let's just say it was a rough year. My father in law tries to go to one of those law tigers with the case, but they say it needs to come from the husband. At first I don't want to go through this process, despite knowing that this mofo's arrogance caused my wife's demise.

I eventually lawyer up, get referred to a great attorney on contingency, and begin the lawsuit process. Revenge is starting...

EEG techs, hospitals, various entities involved in Betty's care, all separately settled out of court for unspecified amounts (well specified to ME obviously). This is just the beginning of the revenge. Of all the entities that bowed out of the fight and handed over a check, this arrogant Doc wasn't having it. He wanted a trial. he really wanted me to have to relive the pain I'd been going through the past couple years just protect his/her name.

We take it to court.

Revenge by Jury... 7 to 2 in favor of the plaintiff... Dr. Thoreau fell below the standard of care.

Judgment for umpteen million dollars.

Goodbye money.

civil suit done, enter fallout in the medical community.

Ultimate revenge is that the doctor had his license suspended for a time, and didn't practice medicine for a long time.

Then he tried his/her hand at different types of professions. Unemployable in the medical field. To this day. Dude/chick's broker than I ever was.

20th anniversary edit: So tomorrow will be twenty years since she died. I saw a meme on r/emergencymedicine that depicted, and made fun of a guy waiting for his “or spouse” in the Er waiting room, showing a dude with a beanie and sunglasses. I used this offense to decide to cross post…not for clout, but for a cautionary tale for those Er docs who see what they think is an “od” patient based on their or their spouses attire. I got gaslighted and trolled by the medical community, and inundated with “I don’t understand!” Type of comments. Nobody had a problem with clarity among you, us, “laypersons”. The arrogance continues.

There was maybe one commenter who said something positive, but everything else was downvoting most of my comments. I just wanted to tell them what it looks like on the other side.

Long but worth it...

This happened in the early 2010s. Let's say it's in a very hot state (Christmas weather is in the low 80s).

I'll give you some background information (to explain my state of being at the time, and just how effed up what happened actually was). After my wife, my high school sweetheart and mother of two boys, had passed away suddenly at age 22 at the hands of arrogant physicians (a long and totally different story that isn't MC) during my working through college I found myself in a situation where it was advantageous for me to get my Master's Degree in Education before entering the field of education. I was given the board of regents scholarship that was a four year scholarship, and I transferred from a Community College so it paid through my Master's degree. It is known in the field of education (especially in a desert climate for some reason) that getting your Masters BEFORE working as a teacher is very risky, because if you work for a public school they HAVE to pay you for your Master's, and most places won't pay the extra money for someone with no "actual" teaching experience. Education is like gold in the education system. At least they value themselves.

Any way, I've found it very difficult finding even an INTERVIEW for a teaching position in a public school, let alone getting a job in one. I decided to sub for various districts to supplement the pay. I was hoping to somehow get an "in" by subbing for these school districts, finding out what was so great about the hires they had (I found out nothing aside from them being a dime a dozen). This wasn't panning out. I did land a couple of teaching jobs that were private (literally private, teaching a prominent local desert hockey player's kid/friend one year) or charter schools. Out of desperation (and a true need for money) I double down on my applications for more schools that aren't public, like Catholic Schools, Jesuit schools (I ain't picky), any charter school I can find.

Enter Sports-is-more-important-than-education Charter School, from here on referred to as SIMITECS. I got an interview for this place that was just being built, and they had this philosophy that sports and education go hand in hand. They fought hard to get as many "fit" and sports-related people as possible. Basically, if you didn't play at least High School sports (Varsity) you had NO chance at this interview. I mean, it was weird. It's like I was applying for a gym, based on the interview questions "So how many times a week do you think is a fair amount to work out?", "What is your philosophy on aerobic to anaerobic workout ratio?", peppered in with the standard "So what does a typical day in your classroom look like?" for good measure. I played football in High School, and football, basketball and baseball in college (Juco), so I thought I had a shot. I talked up my favorite athlete(s), and why I loved John Wooden so much, stuff like that. Ninety percent of the interview was sports-related. That should have been my first sign that this place wasn't great, but the director (she didn't like the term principal) seemed, however hippy-dippy, like a decent person. Oh I couldn't have been more wrong.

So anyway, my interview was in like May and school started in very early August, and the building wasn't even completed yet. All of the new hires (me being clearly the fattest of the bunch, save for one guy whose rotundity was only surpassed by his intellect, the "academic" of the campus and a leader) would report to the school and pick their classroom location as they build and help them finish things up, and when they finish we could bring our supplies.

I don't know if it was the allure of being the first person to teach in a particular building or classroom or what, but all of a sudden I was ALL in at Simitecs, and in my mind made the decision to retire from there (the first of a couple places I thought were going to be "the one"). Oh I couldn't have been more naive.

Once I decide to teach somewhere for "life" I bring in my arsenal. Back in the early 2010's the internet wasn't such a staple of teaching. We could teach using notebooks, whiteboards and textbooks. Seriously old school. That being said, my "arsenal" was the accumulation of all the books, notes, filing cabinets (6 five footers, full of materials), supplies and basically leftover junk from my previous teaching assignments, like dibels testers, mismatched and random manipulatives, you name it. Basically, a six foot by six foot by twelve foot concentrated cube of junk that wouldn't get more than $30 bucks total at a yard sale. At the time it was important to me for my craft, but to anyone else: virtually useless.

So any way, I've got the arsenal in my back closet of the room for use whenever, and I do occasionally. Over time the arsenal grows somehow by another couple feet as I continue to teach my middle schoolers.

This teaching assignment was tough. There were about six kids in this class that individually warrant being worse than my worst student ever in any other place I've taught. Even worse than the kids (it's a very close race), is one particular mother. Oh what a mother she was. She accused me of being racist when I called her "precious boy" out for his ridiculous in class behavior. Not that this is a defense in any way (but I'll say it anyway at the risk of sounding like that dude), but I'm biracial, neither of which is the race of the mom or son I presume. Anyway, I'm trying to say I'm genuinely not hating on this kid because of his race. He's not the only kid that has this race in the class, he's just the only one who jumps over desks and throws things at me when my back is turned (not even turned 180, more like a quarter turn to get the white board marker). This was tough because this lady was the lunch lady, who passed out lunch at the top of the hallway with her catering company. Evidently I made the mistake of going to admin about the kids behavior before I went to her. I really did call the available number given and send an email, with no response. She absolutely hated me, yelled at me and insulted me out loud when I walked by her, to the point I stayed in my classroom until she was off campus. This kept me cooped up in my classroom through lunch so I couldn't bring a lunch that needed refrigeration. Whatever, peanut butter sandwiches it is/was.

As time went on this issue seemed to work itself out once the rest of the team realized what an asstart this kid truly was. You ever see a kid that you hate so much that you want to slap that goofy ass smile off their face? Okay, maybe I was harboring a bit of resentment toward him for ruining my lessons on a daily basis, but I really did give him a clean slate daily, and made every effort to show him positivity in the face of what could have been a rough situation.

Any way, we hit December and all the teachers, admin, everybody is in a good mood, excited about the break coming up. Christmas hits and we are invited to a three star restaurant (fancy!) by admin. We say our goodbyes, I make sure that I say bye to everyone, and say goodbye back.

Enter winter break. I start planning for a trip we were taking up to Flagstaff with my family (since after the lawsuit I remarried and have three children with my current wife with two from previous for a big family of seven). As I'm entering the hotel of where we're staying, I see an email from Hippy-dippy from Simitec, this is like noontime, December 23rd. It was sent to me and one other person (who wasn't bcc'ed but just cced so I could see). It says that I need to "find employment elsewhere because your employment with us is terminated". It was such a lame WAY to say it... it was such a lame TIME to do it... Like Christmas eve EVE? You've GOT to be kidding me...

My trip is now "cancelled" in spirit, because now I've got to look for a job. Now I've got to contact them and find out what happened. I called her. She said that she doesn't owe me any more explanation. I ask her about picking up my personal belongings (like my 4,500 pounds of personal belongings). She says that, and I kid you not she said it like this, "If I see anything worth salvaging I'll have it shipped to you. Don't come back on campus."

Are you frigging KIDDING me?

Enter the beginning of a revenge that escalates like a domino.

More details about what stuff is in my classroom at this point...

So all of these things I brought on campus, pre-copied worksheets (is there any other kind?) in the thousands for math, science, ela, social studies, random a textbooks I've accumulated over time, a plethora of flotsam that was just for me... waiting in my classroom, the classroom Hippy-Dippy never entered, and thusly not ever having ANY evidence as to my teaching prowess one way or another, so she had no idea just how much of my stuff was there... that's fine... I just...... waited.........and waited.......

So I tell my wife "Look, babe, (she was so pissed and told me how illegal it was for her to not let me collect my personal affects), 99 percent of the stuff I have there I really don't care about, never wanted to store at the house, and is well worth it being someone else's problem"... she saw where I was going with this, and dreamed of keeping our garage as neat as it currently is...

So I decided I would never go back. EVER. I know this is a "revenge" that really was just what my boss said to do, but I know for a fact that had she seen what my classroom looked like she would demand I remove everything.

At first I was surprised to not hear from HD... I just kept enjoying my vacation (I landed a job pretty much instantly, two days after I get the poorly-timed email). I presumed that by boxing day or the day after I'd get an urgent call from her saying "Hey, come get your piles of crap". This is a call that presumably never would happen. I just stopped thinking about it. New year's comes and goes... here we are sitting at the Sunday before they go back to school, which now is (after actually signing contracts we discussed on break) also the Sunday before I start at my new school, and here comes the call.

Tempering Revenge phase 1...

HD: Mr. Jones? Mr. Jones?? Mr. Jones!!! (had a baddish connection)

Me, as cordial and pleasant as EVER: HEY HD, how was the holiday season? I had an amazing break, much needed, so glad I do what I do for a liv..."

HD: (interrupting, how rude...) You need to GET all of this SH*T out of here right now... I don't care if you have to PAY to rent a U-haul, we have class starting TOMORROW... what time are you going to get here??!

Me: Yeah, sorry, I we tried that route, I believe you said that if you saw anything worth salvaging you'd ship it or something? You also said I'm not allowe-

HD: No NO NO NO you're not doing this to me, you came in on winter break and dumped a bunch of SH*T here I WILL send you the bill to have this ship-

Me (now I'm doing the interrupting): yeah good luck with that, that's a bill that will NOT be paid. (I wanted to add a nice little "Oh no thank you, but good luck in all of your future endeavors", but I never had the chance to end a conversation so sweetly. I'm pretty sure I heard a click right about the time I said "NOT".

She was obviously calling from campus (not just because of the click that accompanies hanging up a school phone). I found out later from a colleague (three of the teachers that worked with me at SIMI left there within a year or two, and couldn't wait to tell me how things went down) that it went down something like this:

Revenge phase 2

Through the grapevine the teachers found out the dbag move that HD did (firing two teachers OVER winter break by EMAIL, no call nada). This polarized the remaining crew into 2 distinct categories: those who thought this was a totally shi++y move and lost all respect for HD, and those who didn't like me or the other person who got canned either, or just didn't care because the job market was bleak at the time. There was a subcategory of people who didn't necessarily like us but still thought it was a crappy move. Whose to say what percent was what, but I'd like to say that not ALL the remaining teachers I didn't converse with didn't hate me.

Revenge phase 3

The Fallout: Evidently HD was shopping around for new teachers in November. None of my colleagues I still talk to swear they had no idea it was to replace me... the other teacher, maybe...but they had given them a tour of campus, but not into my classroom. Not until the newly hired teacher came in to the class and brought HER arsenal of items (all on one dolly and that's it) and asked about moving some of the teacher's old supplies did they realize just how bad it was. HD came in on that Sunday (which she rarely does from what I've heard) and saw the monstrosity that was taking up every available nook and cranny of space in the classroom. She was livid about all of the stuff she had to deal with. The situation caused the new hire to back out of the deal (she heard what happened and how it happened and decided she didn't want to be part of it <presumably>).

Revenge phase 4

Two teachers left the week after (both colleagues I keep in touch with on JinxedIn), and when they didn't get subs (they didn't have a sub system, they just split classes) and the other classrooms grew in student number by 30%, four more teachers left (an entire grade level and one more from the grade below).

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phase 5

They canceled school for two days originally and then it turned out to be a whole week until they got new hires in classrooms. It was a hot mess, with teachers leaving either because of the crap way that fired two people over the holiday, or by making the rest of the teachers take in 10 more students apiece, or by making the rest of my grade level move my heavy and junky crap out of there (two flat out refused to handle the personal possessions of someone else, and supposedly she insinuated that something bad happened to me to one of the other teachers), knowing it was a full lie.

Phase 6? The charter school never recovered from that point and the building was bought out a couple of years ago by a charter school system that's all over the state.

Edit: a few have asked how I could get a job (by email, “two days later”) on Christmas day. Though that totally could happen, it wasn’t Christmas day that I was emailed and offered the new job, but two days after I READ the email, which was later (after Christmas but before New Years). I wanted to make note that this email was SENT on December 23rd. The timing of this was a total dick move, especially when considering that back at this time checking email over breaks was NOT expected or reasonable. Here I am getting daily emails about my retirement, and reminiscing over these stories is truly fun.

TLDR, finally: I take a crappy charter school teaching job I initially thought was great, left my huge amount of junky teaching crap there and refused to remove it when they fired me midyear over the holidays. Now their school doesn't even exist. I'd like to think it's because of me. But I doubt it.

The current apocalypse started as a single set of rejections from a few girls and a friend who freed them from manipulation, who is also a chick magnet.

College guy makes friends. Friends ask him for help regarding people who won't take no for an answer. Friend solves it. Friend is known to be hot, but decent. Friend tells other, newly freed friends, that he can be someones worst night mare or best dream depending on how they act. But you don't f**k with the people he cares about. This was tested. He is found genuine. He then has to transfer. Exes move in in his absence after they have been prowling. The give the usual "don't talk to them" control method. This doesn't work. They are surprised. They proceed to kidnap people. Thus this turns into a years long battle of escalating proportions, with says friend upholding his loyalty and even getting inspiration from apocalyptic stories and events to cause widespread attacks. Tipped the moral event horizon around 2018 or at least he became aware of it. He just recently said he will accept no answer except the source, and he will destroy any obstruction to his friends say, even if it means he and they are the only ones left. He admitting to orchestrating the current apocalypse and the mass extinction in response to the survival of the fittest excuse. Those idiots are now going extinct, as he is broadcast, almost every girl on the planet wants him. He holds the planet at gunpoint and the the idiots tighten their trafficking and deny and mock the hostaging still. He just made this clear in writing at a homeless shelter, a few hours ago. He laid the final deus ex machina/diablos ex machina ultimatum and begun total annihilation. Most don't think it's real. But he says you don't do that in these circumstances. Existential Armageddon isn't something to be mocked. Most think he's great. He maintains he has support. Or so he says. Um, does anyone know what to do? Because if true, he isn't going to stop until he hears the truth from those in question. If not, he's probably going to do it anyway. So uh, yeah. I think people should oblige. Though logically I don't think they grasp the scenario, nor can they let the truth be known, so I guess the world is over. I feel fine? He says that. Uh that's it.

Edit: If anyone down votes this, he says 'he includes you in the disaster, and what is said won't matter now, it's how you are and your actions that it is based on, and you show you're an accomplice to the trafficers to everyone in reddit. You are an apologist and people will know you are siding with traffickers because you speak against this. So don't mock or go against this, because he will make that happen.' he's serious. This is what he's talking about I guess.

Edit 2: #VoiceofTheUnheard

Edit 3: he says haters make him more famous and your attacks will spread the word further. Every hero has enemies among the guilty. Every famous person has both lovers and haters. You will only prove him right. It ties to point in edit 1.

So this guy is a total piece of shit. He got sent to prison for beating the fuck out of his wife. I ended up with her while he was inside. We split after him trying to destroy us and her and her kids for two years when he got out. He got the better of me after a while with the new weak ass woman I was seeing, brainwashed her fucked her dumoed her and destroyed her fragile life while I was away on business. We live 80 miles apart in two small Midwestern towns. Well I was and am pissed. Enter also the fact he is a meth fiend and a thief with childhood trauma issues.

Five burner phone accounts started to harass him nonstop hitting at all his insecurities. Random area "farmers" started filing police reports on his ass. These never led to charges unfortunately just created stress like mad. He is a chronic woman beater and on the small town in which he lives community page someone took it upon themselves to post as him bragging of his woman beating feats of douchery. Everyone in town heard of it.

Well then he violates probation after his house got shot up by a rival dealer whose woman he started fucking. That dude gets busted and goes to prison. Soon after the text messages start rolling in from somewhere, snitch, narc, it's a nice night out with pics in front of his very rural driveway. They were relentless and provoked intense responses. He violates probation and gets sent to treatment and sneaks a phone in with him. The text messages keep up degrading his very essence. He claims to be clean now and is gonna grab life by the balls after four months in. Meanwhile gas station workers have been convinced to report him for actual harassment getting him banned from the only gas station open 24 hours in the small town he lives near.

He finally has an idea much this random chaos may have been due to one person. This being very recent. He thinks it is me for some reason... I need advice on how to keep the heat on him. The cops for some reason can't seem to nail him for stolen goods when there are thousands of dollars of them on the property so that's a dead end. No warrant he just keeps gliding by beating more women, threatening to kill his ex wife and kids in ways he can't get caught for terroristic threats. He threatened me saying he was gonna drag me out of my house blah blah. I would welcome his invasion he wouldn't leave the same way he came in. I'm kind of at a dead end with ideas that could get him what he deserves. Open to any suggestions you may have

So one day took a print screen picture capture jpg of his background, then moved all his icons and short cuts on his desktop to an innocuous folder and put the print screen jpg up as his background. So the shortcuts and the links that appeared to be on desktop were just a picture and were not click able. He messed around with his computer for hours unable to get it to function normally.

I was at tha post office one day when an elderly lady in front o meh asked fo er sinle stamp. Obviously considerin dis er waste o hah time, tha lady behind tha countah makes er snortin noise, rips off er stamp an flicks dat shit across tha countah where dat shit lands on tha floor. She doesn't apologise or offah tha lady anothah stamp. Yo, pay attention the old lady considers fo er second, picks up tha stamp an leaves hah 50 cent piece on tha floor in its place. She says er cheery 'Thank you! an walks out, an tha woman behind tha countah has ta walk around ta pick up tha money.

Let me preface this by saying a couple of things. First, the assault did not happen to me, it happened to an older woman who lived near where I went to school. Second, the school I attended was a private school in Mississippi. It was rumored that klansmen had founded the school, and may or may not have been on the board. (Not the same ones mind, the school was founded in the 20's).

So, on to the story:

When I was a junior in High School, there was (as there always is) this relatively small clique of people who were the 'in crowd'. They tended to be football players, though they also had members whose parents were on the school's board of governors. One of them, I'll call R.

R was a tall, gangly boy who loved to throw his weight around. Not actual weight, but just this general idea that he could effectively get away with murder at the school, all because his father was on the board. R was the biggest bully you can imagine, and nearly drove me to taking my own life. However I toughed it out some, because I knew full well that he only had a few months left before he graduated and I was relatively free of him. R had pretty much given up on bullying me, simply because I avoided him, and there had already been a bit of a debacle where I had caused two students to be expelled. Long story that, but not pertinent to this one.

One day, as warmer days approached, sometime in March, R left early to go to whatever job his father had him doing on the family farm. Not long after he left, the Sheriff's office descended on the school, and we all ended up having an hour long afternoon break (normally only 15 minutes) while several deputies conversed with our headmaster, and then started asking the 'in crowd' some questions.

Word travels fast in a small school, especially one where the average class size was in the teens. It didn't take long for the rumor mill to come back with the story.

While leaving for work, R had driven out of the school's driveway. As he did so, he hauled off and threw a glass bottle at this older black woman who would often walk her dog in front of the school. The bottle struck her in the face, shattering, and knocked her out. R, having seen his handywork, sped off. He only returned the next day, and when questioned by the headmaster about it, supposedly said something to the effect of "It's only a N-word, why does anyone care?"

R was not expelled.

R was not suspended.

R was not punished. His father made it quite clear that if the headmaster did anything, even paddled R for it, then he (R's father) was going to have the headmaster fired.

Nothing came of it. R was even proud of what he did, with he and his friends passing around these patches he had made which showed a cariciture of a black woman being struck by a bottle, in front of a bullseye.

I however, did not forget. The revenge here is ongoing, but I have made it my life's mission to never let R forget what he did in 1994. I started first by requesting copies of the police report be sent to the college R had gotten a scholarship from. The sheriff was, and still is, a good friend of mine and though he is now retired, he keeps copies of that report handy. R lost the scholarship. I've sent the report to multiple places, companies he once partnered with (he now owns a hunting tour company), groups like the Rotary who he's tried to get on board with, and have made it my life's mission to destroy him every chance I get. I still see him, about every year, at our yearly reunions; and have listened to him go on at length about how someone keeps bringing up stuff he did as a kid. He wonders why people won't just let it go, and how people are finding out about what he plans for his business. I think he's figured out that it's probably one of his former classmates, but hasn't sorted out who exactly is behind it. Maybe, someday he'll figure it out; but the odds of that happening are about even with him ever feeling remorse.

The simple fact of the matter is, he used his 'power' and 'priveledge' to avoid jail time. I see what I'm doing as justice, even if it ruins his life; as after all, he thought it was all well and good to ruin a random lady's life.

Let's look back at some memorable moments and interesting insights from last year.

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This happened in 2004 when I was 14. A bit of backstory before I begin; My mother is not a good person. She was abusive verbally for most of my life until I was 14, when her abuse turned physical. Because of her abuse, I came up with creative ways to punish her in my own petty ways (like tampering with her food and dunking her tooth brush in the toilet every day). This story is of one of my better petty revenges towards her and the one that annoyed her the most.

I talked to my friends about the things she did to me, and although I appreciated the advice to go to the police, I knew that wouldn't work (my mother is very convincing when she wants to be and every other time I went to the police, they never believed me). One of my friends, who we'll call Tom, gave me a brilliant idea that would annoy her to no end but wouldn't get me in trouble (his dad is a mechanic so Tom knows his way around a car).

After school that day I went with him to his house. He showed me a place underneath the car, between the top of the front wheel and the side of the engine and told me what to do.

Bring on the pettiness.

I had to wait a few days to enact my revenge but the day finally arrived. My mother and my sister left the house to ride their horses, which gave me plenty of time to do what needed to be done.

The next day I went with my mum and sister to do grocery shopping, and I was elated to hear the product of my labor as the car started to drive down the driveway.

CLINK

CLINK

CLINK

Yes, dear readers. I attached a rock to the end of string inside the car that made a loud CLINK sound every few seconds when the car was moving.

MUM: "What the heck is that?"

ME: "No idea. Maybe you should get the mechanic to have a look at it."

Remember how I said that Tom's dad is a mechanic? Well, he's the ONLY mechanic in the town we lived at, and Tom made sure to tell his dad about the things my mother did to me. Needless to say, he was on my side.

So after we'd done our shopping we stopped at the mechanic so they could look at it and fix whatever needed fixing.

MUM: (as we arrived at the mechanic) "Hi there. Um, well my car is making a weird noise when I'm driving. Can you look at it for me?"

MECHANIC: "Sure thing. How about you take a seat inside and I'll give it a drive and see what the problem is."

He got in the car and drove it around the block. When he returned, the noise had "miraculously" stopped. He charged my mum for the check and we were on our way, but not before Tom's dad subtly handed me the rock back and gave me a wink and a smile as I left.

That night, I put the rock back in place and left it to do it's thing for the next day, and oh boy was this satisfying! The next day the noise was back, so mum went back to the mechanic, but THIS TIME the mechanic couldn't find ANYTHING wrong with it and "couldn't hear any noise".

I never bothered taking the rock out after that and neither did the mechanic. He'd experienced her entitlement first hand and had heard many stories from other people around town about her. The rock wasn't damaging the car or effecting it's performance so there was nothing that needed fixing.

I moved away to live with my dad when I was 16, but before I moved, the CLINK was still there, tormenting my mother every time she drove the car. I lost count of number of times she took it back to the mechanic and the amount of money she spent on getting rid or the CLINK.

Here's where my petty revenge turned pro, out of sheer good luck.

The last time I saw my mother I was 23 (2013) and she still has the same car. I'd expected the rock to have fallen out by then but the car still has a CLINK.

Thanks Tom.

This whole story happened over the course of two years and a year or so before the global issue. When it started I was a teenager, just to show that it was an age in which taking revenge would not be something that I had plenty of experience in.

BACKGROUND INFORMATION

It started in my second year. I had a new friend in that college and enjoyed being around her whenever we had a break. She was one of the silent and shy girls, which I did not mind. I am one that has patience and do not mind having not too many conversations. On one of the breaks I met one of her friends, a man that was in his early twenties I shall name A (which is not his real name). A was kind of creepy, but as I tend to be just a friendly and calm girl, I decided to just act like I would always do. Friendly but firm in my bounderies. I shall not describe too much of his introduction, but let's say he immediately started talking about sex. Which in my opinion is highly inappropiate. I do not tend to talk about those things with people I have met just five seconds ago, especially if they are the opposite gender.

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Well, I decided to ignore him and just talk about different things and not react on his inappropiate comments about girls and ladies. He really felt like one of those guys that feels better then females, and thinks that they are alive to serve him. Well, not me, no thanks. He decided that since I was a girl, I had no right in bounderies, which made me really uncomfortable to say the least. As I was no experienced in this kind of behaviour from a man, I tried my hardest to find a way in which I could defend myself against him. He would make sexual remarks such as: "You have to have sex with me, I am the best in that. Females like me.." Er... nope.. I don't. But hey, he did not want to hear that. He then would describe his sexual behaviours, which I won't mention because to much information. I am patient and would only again tell him to back of and that I was NOT interested in any way, shape or form in him and would appreciate it if he would accept that I would NEVER be into him in such a way.

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Well I hoped it would be a one day thing, or a one time thing and he would just leave me alone after that. I did not trust him and would always keep an eye out for him, especially since most girls were younger than me. He was not that easily to evade. I would see him once or twice a week during a break and my shy and silent friend would mostly just be into her phone and not listen to him. Which made him even worse, I once warned him that I would eventually be pressured into taking stronger meassures and would not think twice if I needed to kick his ass to have him stop making sexual remarks and touching my knees and shoulders. I had not given him any signs that it would be alright to do so. He laughed. "You're just a little girl, you wouldn't dare!" I would, but decided that I would only physically defend myself if I had no other option. Since he was at least twice as heavy as me.

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Well after about three weeks he started to follow me to the ladies bathroom. He would try to push me against lockers or block me from moving. All of those I managed to sidestep or just stay inside the bathroom until he left or until I had another girl with me. At times I would push him away with my elbow and just ignore him, hoping that ignoring would be a better tactic then trying to voice my bounderies since that had not worked. I also did not show any fear and would just laugh and talk and stay around others at most times.

Two months into this and I had figured out a way to keep him away from me most of the time. He would still occasionally try to touch me but I would ignore him and it seemed to become less frequent. I hoped I would have enough patience. The reason I was not really fighting is because I did not really trust people because of nasty/abusive situations in other areas of my life. Looking back on it, I would not have waited so long to plan a revenge or just kick his ass and be done with it. Then one day he approached me from behind and as I was tired because of a nightmare I had not heard him approach me. I had a railing on one side of me, a table in front of me and him around me. He touched my breasts and was hugging me and pushing his little thing against me through the chair. I was horrified and decided that I had enough of him. I however had no way to move and had to keep him busy with his mind to ensure he would not be able to gauge my reaction. I kept talking, telling him to back up as loudly as I could but none of the other people around took action, then I elbowed him through my chair into his belly, and turned around and told him in an icy voice. 'This was your last chance to behave appropiately, and start listening to little girls when they say no!' He backed off for a few weeks after that and could not look me in the eye.

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Around that time I was put in a Whatsapp group with friends which I tended to ignore. What I did not know was that he was in that app group as well since he knew a few of my friends. He excused himself for his behaviour and promised me not to do it ever again and started to lay low for about a month. Then he messaged me in privet on my phone in the middle of the night, started to become stalklike and even tried to sextext me. I was annoyed and blocked him. Next day he became angry and aggressive and I told him that I had been clear and he should have known I would take action. He again tried to follow me, scare me and so one and so forth. You name it, he tried and I would always be one step ahead.

THE REVENGE

What he did not know was that I from experience knew that I had to gather evidence and that was the reason I was that patient and allowed him to keep pushing the bounderies, the more he did it in the app for example, the more proof I had to show my teachers and get him into trouble at school. The last straw was when I saw him trying to touch a sixteen year old. I messaged a school counselor and asked him to meet me on school for a conversation since something had happened that had to be dealed with.

He came the next day, when he only heard the half of one sentence, he knew enough and asked me to get my mentor involved in the conversation. My mentor was horrified and they did not even ask for proof since they told me they had heard about someone kicking a boy and knew that I would never do such a thing unless I had been provoked. They also got the right people involved and asked me what I thought would be the right thing moving forward. I told them that he had to learn, not only be punished, he had to learn and work towards bettering himself. Instead of throwing him out of school immediatly I told them to give him a few good talking to's and keep an eye on him and allow him the apportunity to learn from this as well as keep me and the other students safe. (I also felt that if he was just thrown out, he would not have a reason to improve his behaviour and no one would be there to keep an eye on him and he would just harm other girls.) They told me that if they even heard one word about him that was slightly negative, he would be a goner.

From that day onward he hated me because I was the only one daring enough to put him into that much trouble that he now had eyes on him at all times, and one wrong move would destroy his entire future, because it would mean he would have to pay back loans for studying, not have an education and no house to live in.

A year or so later I saw him in school and he wanted to talk with me. I told him that I was not interested in ever seeing him again, and he should at least keep six meters distance from me or I would defend myself. He asked me if he was a creep and I really looked at him incredulously before stating that it was obvious that he was a creep in my opinion. He then started to talk to me while a few of my friends who by now knew about his behaviour and a part of those were boys, kept an eye on him. They had all promised me to teach him a lesson the way men do when they had to defend a woman or girl. Well, he started with. 'I have been thrown out of school, this week is my last week. I have to gather my stuff and will not finish my education. I have to pay back thousands and thousands of euros, will lose my home because I can not longer pay for it and will have no money to start another education. Can you tell the teacher that you lied and give me the apportunity to finish my education?' I really started laughing. 'What do you think?' He looked at me. 'No?' I smiled coldly. 'No is the right answer. You see, you want me to lie about something that we both know has happened. We both know that I had to kick you to stop you from doing something that no one would think was right to do.' And he nodded and even said what he had done in front of all our peers because he was pressured into it by the way I spoke to him. 'Well, I will not go down for you, so I would say good luck finding a job and figuring out something.' Long story short. It took a year of learning and him understanding he was in the wrong, before he made a mistake again and could say goodbye to a future anytime soon. Well, that is what you get for pushing a girl.

TLDR; A men in his twenties decided to sexually harrass a teenager and eventually because he did not improve his behaviour after I told a school counselor and teacher he could say goodbye to a future anytime soon and now has to pay back thousands of euros to the goverment, has lost his house, as well as has no education to fall back upon. Besides that he won't be able to study for a long time.

I’m by no means an amazing person, but I’m decent. I try to respect the needs of others, especially when they make them known. Im not sympathy fishing, but I’ll admit I could use some empathy. I wake up at 5 am for work, my patients are so god damn sick(icu), and I’m terrified that I’m going to hurt someone from sleep exhaustion (I actually got my first god damn needle stick after 7 years in the game).

My upstairs neighbor blasts music until 1 am, hammers shit all hours of the night; I’m not talking walking around or shutting doors etc...I mean I lived in nyc for almost 8 years and NEVER have I ever dealt with something like this. I’ve emailed my landlord, knocked on her door when she was playing electric guitar on an amp at full blast, and have resorted to the old lady banging on the ceiling with a broom.

I’m ready to get sleazy. I had an idea for placing a small blue tooth speaker on the ceiling and playing loud music when I get up in the morning regularly to give her a little taste. I truly believe that until something happens to you, you don’t realize how much of an asshole you were being.

Please if anyone has any ideas or suggestions please share. I really don’t want to get the cops involved. I also don’t want to flip shit on her. The girl weighs like 100 lbs at like 5 foot and I tower over her at 5’8 and 160 lbs. She’s in her 20s, I’m in my mid thirties and I am black. No matter how justified I am, I know I’ll be seen as an angry black woman.

****Updates!! So I finally banged on the door and said fuck that it’s 130 in the morning and I now work with patients in an ICU with lung and heart transplants and on ECMO. I started out nice but the girl had another friend open the door who had an attitude and claimed she too had to up at 600 am to be at the hospital (my ass)!!! And if that’s true I hope her patients are safe because being sleep deprived is so unsafe for them and I truly do put my patients first. I called her bluff and told them to be quiet. They had the nerve to say well it’s a Friday and I said well it’s 130 am and the music is getting louder so just turn it down. My favorite part was my fear of being seen as an angry black woman, which I want to say thank you to everyone for telling me to “fuck that noise” and do u. She sent her token black friend to the door (I guess the girl didn’t see through this mess... and was used to perpetuate a stereotype that keeps us from expressing ourselves in difficult situations). The girl was a total cunt and thought she was in the right but I wasn’t havin it. I wrote a long letter to management, I’m filing a complaint. And I’m looking into a lawyer. I’m done with this shit! Thank you all for your support!

Permission is granted to repost this to another revenge Reddit as this account will be terminated after posting. and story thats it's long, a TLDR will be at the end for a quick recap of this.

Me as well... me and N in some parts. (I might use N to other throwaways of mine)

Invest- Short for investigator AKA my friend who helped me get the sweet sweet information for the revenge

Jack or "FISH" as my high school football team called him. i don't know why he's nicknamed that but... eh works for what i did

Now that introduction of the main characters are done, let this sweet story of revenge start and with the name of this sub Reddit suggests... it got better.

I am leaving details of when this happened but my friends have been begging me to post it so if one of y'all decides to see why this account was old for a bit, i tried but got "busy".

ANYWAYS backstory

So it all started in middle school, the very beginning. My family moved North and I've known Southern things all my life so this way of life was... alien. my "classmates" ignored me so friends were hard to find but Boy Scouts helped me with that but school was just a hell for me. my teachers tried helping but it didn't all help since i somehow got into the administration office and heard one of them say they were only talking to me for "my" comfort and just trying to earn a raise. (They were there until i graduated and got my revenge on them. another story for another time since i uh... ignore how it ended)

My sixth grade English teacher (Not the one i said earlier if you're wondering) helped me feel comfortable by giving me a dream journal since i have a lot, still to this day. And my mood improved a lot by it.

A bit a skipping here and there and to summarize what happens during that time.

-Got friends in my new troop, along with Invest

-got no friends at school apart of teachers and staff at school, very friendly

-And like almost every kid in school, bullies

-most saddening part of it all... 6 deaths in the family, got depression, went suicidal after the fourth from the depression AND on top all this, my girlfriend dumped me.

go to senior year.

It got pretty bad that my day dreaming helped me calm down and i always brought that journal with me, it was a pretty big one at that. they let me since i always held a good high grade in the classes, even though it looked like i never payed attention. My senior English teacher thinks my story (or stories) could be published. I will say they delve into very... dark themed stuff and stuff going around today. very original he said and i agree. maybe that was a bit of self promotion.

Around august-ish of my senior year, my dream journal disappeared. i always have a lock on my locker and i used a James Bond trick to see if someone went in there. (Using some hair in the lock part to see if someone opened it) and someone did unlock the next day.

That day, before i knew someone went in, all the teachers saw i didn't bring it and I just looking out the window. (Sad anime style since it was raining that day, talk about drama) they told my friends (we were all good) and we went out to lunch.

During said lunch, i ate nothing. they even brought me to my favorite restaurant and all i ordered was the smell of everything. i guess my depression got worse since i lost it.

skip a month of sadness and dark thoughts, i relied a bit more on my stories to help me replace my dream journal.

After school, i help our Dean and Principal with computer glitches of small sorts and running small errands. Small town but not a small town if ya get what i mean. i come back to the office and i see my sixth grade English teacher there with something.

Me "What ya got there?" English teacher "That's the thing. this is yours." i take it violently of sorts and open it. they take it back and toss it away from me. "You don't want to see what's in there N, it shocked me someone did that to a nice person like you." i get it off the floor and open it. i flip through the pages and see a lot of awful things about me.

Fag, gay asshole, a lot of homophobia stuff that i dare not say since i have a gay and bi friend and i help them out. Furry, weeb (Not an insult to me), and more importantly since this is a Christian private school, demon and Satan worshiper.

I would like to say i'm not religious (though my type has some similarities) but i don't let my beliefs interfere with others. Lucifer means "Light bringer" if i remember right. got my Christian studies teacher with that. ended class early which was good for me. FYI- she was awful at it. said murder was a ten commandment and to that i retort to in 2 Kings (Or James i think) that God sent 2 bears after 12 kids cause they made fun of a bald guys head. she tried to expel me for that.

i literally broke right then and there, crying over my ruined journal. everything in it was unrecoverable, i even tried to get an expert to help me read my handwriting from all the stuff they did to it.

under my mask, i was fuming hotter than hell. I think The Devil would say i'm hotter than hell itself.

I manage to get the crying down but i still was. i was heartbroken that i lost a part of me, a part of soul. I didn't show up to school for the whole week. during all of that time, i was thinking about suicide or get sweet revenge on the asshole who killed a part of me.

the next week, i went back but i saw a note in my locker. As follows since i still have it when i typed this:

"Even though it was from a middle schooler, they said they got it from a senior who gave it to them as a gift. English teacher"

i put a note in my mind that i'm dealing with a partially smart person as well that the note was dropped in through a slit.

I showed my friends it at lunch they were fuming as well. i'm the gentle giant but i'm a titan now! My emotions tend to... fuel my thoughts most of the time.

we all spent months trying to find out who ruin my journal. in October while doing some errands and stuff, i see a football jock in the principal's office. at the highschool, being in there meant only one thing, major offense was done.

But i never saw him in there cause i know he always did small things.

"Mrs. X, why is he in there?" i ask. "He's failing a class." i know in our football program, you need at least a D to play. My math teacher always told me he gets a B every time. in their math class, no one gets a B every time unless cheating is involved. i leave my phone on accident while recording cause that door will close and no one will hear a thing. an hour or so later, i'm walking by with some supplies and he opens the door and knocks the stuff out of my hands like a bully. My principal didn't like that so he had him help me.

"This school is a hell hole at times." he said to himself. he gets hit in the back of the head for "swearing". now that makes me wonder how i get away with saying hell and damn a lot of the time. "It can be at times." i say.

"Aren't you that one kid who has an A in so and so's class?" "Yeah, why?" i say confused at his purpose. Rumors are better than Kim Kardasians plastic body here. social media has no effect on no one there. "Can i have some help for the test? i need to pass since i'm failing."

NOW IT ALL GOT WEIRD!

i heard from so and so that he gets a B all the time yet he said he's failing. One: the jock is lying or two: manipulative. they both fall into what i made my suspect to be so i play along. "Yeah, it's easy. when? i got study hall right now." "you got i at the end of the day?" "And the one before it. got a easy year." ah the good ol days...

so i go to "help" and by that i mean manipulate on who he is and why he thinks the way he does. to summarize since i dont want to type it all, it goes as follows:

1. very manipulative. i had to counter act it since he always got off topic and tried to get into my computer several times. you ain't finding my porn pal, got an account for that.
2. never bathed. here i thought weebs were known not to shower or know what deodorant is. And i shower everyday.
3. the real topper. he cheated all the way in high school. his bulling is what got him to get such "good ideal student athlete"

This man has some nerve to be around the Titan who can ruin all of this.

"Hey N, you forgot your phone in my office." my principal said handing it to me. "My bad, usually leave it out i go to carry heavy stuff for the Janitor." he bakes the best cookies ever! after the "tutoring", i get into my car and take out my phone. i play the recording and skip it in bits of his cheating, just as i suspect.

"... you bullied them to..."

skip skip skip

"Journal..."

I pause it and go back a few mins.

"You shred you're old test and then use your strength to make a smart kid do it for you for your "special needs"." My best friend's brother as Asperger, like his favorite Operator, Jaeger. So i was mad from that he took advantage of a system.

"At least it was easier than that dumb fucking journal." he said.

i literally felt time stop. i smack the phone violently as i was very livid. i hit my car horn on accident and i stop from the jump from it.

"So, you have chosen... death." my friend in my back seat said. He quotes memes a lot. like an unhealthy amount. i jump again, even though i'm hard to scare. then i remember i gave him a spare key cause i was losing mine a lot.

"I heard it all. let kick his ass!" "Oh we will. this titan's getting his revenge!" i say with a large devilish smile on my face. As i start driving, he starts texting everyone to meet at Invest's house. yada yada drive and we all go to his room.

"I was about to go on a date with my gf but i know this is more important, what is it?" Invest said.

i take a plastic bottle and clench very hard as i'm still mad from the recording. it plays and i break the cap off the weak plastic water bottle. that alone was enough for all 8 of them to understand my anger. Now as a note that came in to late, i rarely get angry but when i do... no one usually is the same afterwards and they know that this asshole ain't gonna be the same by a mile.

"Isn't that Jack, the football captain?" Invest says. "The hot shot? yeah." our gay friend said. just because im friends with a gay, bi, furry friends, doesn't mean i am one. moving forward...

"I guess i'll start stalking Jack then." Invest said.

"No..." i say. they all look at me. "First we plan what to ruin him with my revenge and then we do to make it fit." i think to myself as Invest starts doing some of his work. "Very sentimental, destructive to his personality and causes him to break down." i say. we all start thinking and take a break by playing some Smash. they all hate me for playing Metaknight and to that i say, "Get rekt, noob."

the next afternoon, in the office, "N, i need some help putting in some grades, care to help?" "Uh... isn't that like illegal and all? i can change my grades if i got the chance you know." "I know you wont N. you're such a nice person and wouldn't hold a grudge." I can hold it like nobody's business "OK then."

She lets me behind her computer as i help put in some grades to help the load. when she goes to get some snacks for us, i quickly look at Jack's grades.

F maybe not enough

HE HAS F'S IN EVERYTHING!

YOU CANT PLAY IF YOU HAVE A SINGULAR F BUT HOW?

i quickly take a picture and go back to work helping out.

"You think you can help with the cleaning a bit N?" our janitor said. "Go ahead, you did enough to help." Mr.s X said. i nod and get up to help.

after helping, i quickly drive to Invest's house and we all meet up.

"To start, how is this asshole playing? he has all F's." i say. i show Invest my phone and he sees it. it goes around and i think.

"HOW DARE YOU FAIL AND CHEAT IN EVERYTHING!" a voice from a house yelled at us.

We all gather by the window and look out. We all see Jack walking like a coward to his dad and mom. everyone jaws drop but i have the biggest grin on my face. revenge runs in my blood and bones.

The dad looks up and we all back away and Invest closes the curtain.

"He's right next door?" one of them said as i was to busy scheming and thinking how much i can ruin him as he did me.

"I ain't liking that grin on N's face." one of them. i'm only doing that cause a lot of them wanted privacy in this post.

"Oh it's a devilish one at that my fair friend. stalking will be made... easy." we all quickly call our parents if we can have a sleepover here for celebration of the test. we all stay and one of us keeps an eye on Jack's house. you can probably see why i call him Jack.

some time around like... *looks at watch* 2 in the fucking morning, yelling starts, not Invest's parents tho.

"You sl**! i thought you loved me!" the husband said.

"Maybe it's better than you're affair!" I'm a happy happy HAPPY son of a bitch right now!

i start cackling a bit and and they all don't like it.

"A divorce is an order, no?" i say.

"But it doesn't seem like they might." Invest said.

"Then we give it a nudge."

So the whole Saturday, we take turns on how we can make his parents divorce but a part of me wasn't satisfied yet. a divorce won't be enough for my ruined journal. i want it to be the same level as he ruin me. so when school starts again on Monday, i went to do my... "stalking"

"Hey Jack!" i say as i walk past him. "Oh... hey N." Jack said. "So how did your test go?" "I uh... don't know." he said unsured.

The reason why i know this so well is that i wrote this down in another journal so then i can remind myself of it all.

so for the next following weeks or days cause i forgot to write it down, I've been learning the most sentimental things to him and there are only 2

His parents and football

Cue the plan:

so the divorce will go but how to ruin his football career, i'm not sure.

I know the football will be far but based on what we all agreed on that it it was needed since he is a major dick.

So the plan went as followed

1. We "heavily" exaggerated the father's affair by writing more letters about not wanting to be in a relationship anymore. we did 2 letters if you're wondering
2. We find a way to ruin his college football chance since he that big of an asshole and that his parents divorce wasn't enough for me.

Is that considered too far, i say too short but it's the cards i got.

So on a weekend, one of my friends starts working on a letter and Invest found a good time for us to sneak in the fake letter to help it push along. I learned that Jack is going on vacation with his parents that weekend so we hurried up with the letters and Invest went to put them in. we wait and we see a woman walk away from the house and another one shows up.

"Something's wrong. i can feel it." my meme friend said.

"There is and it ain't gonna help Jackass at all."

after a bit he came back with an odd look on his face.

"What is that mans life?" he said to himself.

we all look confused at each other and wait for him to sit down.

"It appears we got the affair number right so i didn't put the letters away." Invest said.

i laugh a bit, "Oh this is going better and Escalating better."

Now to the football.

Since i have his grades for that semester on my phone, maybe blackmail can work.

so i decide to make it creepy and weird as possible.

I decide to use a name of one of my characters to make it even weirder, 7VN. (7)

so i made a note on a sticky note and put it in his locker since he has no lock. it went roughly like so:

'I got proof you cheated through everything and the evidence to show you might've taken drugs, so if i was you, i would stop all together. and one more thing... i'm always watching and knowing.'

Not creepy enough? it was for Jack.

So at school for lunch on Tuesday, he said he got this weird note about how this guy named 7 knew some of his secrets.

"Damn... that sounds like a stalker." i say acting my part.

"I know N, but who would do this?" I shrug and tilt my head/

"Don't have a clue at all."

he stares at me and then continues eating.

fast forward a bit and as i'm helping with some stuff, i over hear the coach say Jack dropped out and there was weird they found. i start to panic at first but then again, they think i'm a harmless person. i'll do what i'll have to do to make someone's pain equal to mine and then some. i go up to Jack's locker and i don't see him. i make another note from 7VN and have it say this:

'There's always a bigger fish, or in this case of N, a larger amount of destruction in ones life." -7VN

i would like to say that happened on a Thursday then after that weekend, Jack didn't show up at all. over the school speakers, we learned that Jack left.

So i go to lunch and i learn that he went to Invest's school and that he quit football all together because Invest also did something that would hurt Jack but he wont say for some reason.

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An update to when i originally made this

Our gay friend said the girls were talking about how Jack and my Ex are in a relationship and i oh boy i hope he gets whatever STD she has.

ANd guess what...

He did

I guess that goes to show that a gentle giant isn't to be messed with in the slightest way or the most destructive to ones life.

-N

Preface:
This story wrapped up last night.

Background:
I was dating a guy [bf] long distance last summer, and things were going pretty well. I was in DC and bf was in Chicago. I was about to move to Spain temporarily for a really cool opportunity, and bf and I discussed that after I returned to the U.S., I would move to to Chicago and we'd go from being long distance to a normal couple. My lease was going to end right as I was going to move to Spain; instead of finding a way to store all my things for a year and then subsequently move them to Chicago, I figured that this was a perfect time to downsize. I got rid of a lot of clothing, sold my furniture, and just decided to keep some essentials, sentimental items, and portable expensive electronics.

I only brought the essentials to Spain (whatever would fit in my luggage), and bf offered to store my sentimental items and electronics. I didn't mind him using/borrowing the electronics while I was gone (game console & games, JBL speaker, and my Hue Lights) and he installed the Hue Lights in his condo. I visited him for a week and a half right before moving to Spain and we had a little bit of tension and the visit was a little bit rocky. I thought we were going to be able to work though things and recover, but right as I move to Spain bf ghosts me for a month and then breaks up with me over a text message. We briefly text about how I can get my belongings back as well as the ~$400.00 he owes me.

I'm depressed and lacking a support group in Spain, coupled with the language barrier, and I decide to return to the U.S. sooner than anticipated and I actually end up moving to Chicago anyways because I was over DC and got a nice job offer in Chicago. Bf returns my sentimental items on his own accord, but doesn't return my electronics other than my game console. I tried to contact him, but he blocked my number, instagram, whatsapp, VENMO, AND SPLITWISE. I tried approaching him in person the couple of times I bumped into him and asked him if we could discuss my electronics and the money he owes me and he completely blows me off and is extremely rude. Obviously, I conclude that he has no intention to return my electronics or pay me back the money he owes me, and I'm angry.

I try to be patient and diplomatic and attempt to talk to him a few more times whenever I bumped into him; but he was acting the same. I finally write him an email saying "don't worry about the money you owe me, just please return my things" and gave my roommate his phone number so that they could coordinate. He FINALLY responds to my roommate and says that he'll send someone over the weekend to return my things. Yay! When the person dropped off my things, they only brought the games and speaker. BF kept my hue lights.

I run into him once more and ask him when I could get my Hue Lights back. He shrugs. I asked him if he planned on returning them. He shrugs again. I ask him point blank if he was stealing them from me and he says "I guess you could call it that." I finally give up, and decide to order new Hue Lights and cut my losses.

The Revenge:
When I was setting up my new Hue Lights, I noticed that I was still connected to my prior pair that my BF had stolen and that some of them were even on. I think it's a glitch or something and turn them off and don't think anything about it - but then they came back on. I was confused and curious, so I turned them off again. A few seconds later, they came back on. I suddenly realized that I was still connected and had just shut off BF's lights, twice. I BEAM with excitement. I don't turn them off again because I don't want him to figure out what's going on.

BF doesn't work until about noon and likes to sleep in until 11:00AM. He's also VERY sensitive to light when he sleeps, so much so that he has black out curtains so that he can sleep in that long. I personally wake up at 7:00AM to go to work. So for the last couple of weeks, I've made a habit of turning BF's light on at the same time that I wake up and watching them go off a few minutes later - giving me the sweet, sweet satisfaction that I'm disturbing his sleep in the morning. I don't think I've ever been so happy to wake up in the morning. I do this for a couple of weeks until he reaches out to my roommate and finally returns my lights last night. I suppose he thought they were defective or something.

Obviously, I didn't post while I was enacting my petty revenge as I didn't want my fun to be cut short. But now that my lights have been returned, I'm posting. For just a tad bit more petty revenge, I hope he finds this post; it would be the icing on the cake. I want him to know it was me.

TL;DR:
BF steals my Hue Lights and uses them as his own. I'm still connected and can control them, so I wake him up a few hours early every morning.

So if you don't know about some stories of my bullies then feel free to read some of my posts. But thank you first for reading my little story here.

I go to a school for social occupations, I'm in my second year now and I knew I was getting bullied, again. I've been bullied all my nine offical school years and now in the extra two. Last year I had about ten bullies because we were 24, now we're only 17 students and 4 of them bully me. It's only the third week but in the second week they already started to bully me, school just started. I have no idea what I did to them but they won't leave me be. They make nasty comments about me, follow me to the bathroom and eavesdrop on me while I'm doing my damn business and always check out what I'm doing. For an example yesterday I tried to call someone and often left the class and it was always the same person checking out what I'm doing. This shit makes me uncomfortable and it's bad enough that I had a mental break down this week, because I asked a teacher what kind of punishment a bully would get, they said bullies wouldn't get a punishment and it makes the situation worse and that you're supposed to support the bullies. I know why she said that because one situation escalated last year and everyone turned against me, saying that I was lying and just trying to cause trouble. I wasn't trying to cause trouble, I just wanted to be left alone. I almost killed myself because of this bs last year, the principal did nothing and the teachers did nothing. But now, let's talk about my revenge that I'm planning.

I've had a long talk with Ms Smith (obviously not her real name). She's been helping me through a lot and supports me. She works at the youth office and I honestly need to give her the credit for the plan. She told me that she gets my school counselor involved, Ms Jackson (again, not real name). Ms Jackson helped me through a lot and I'm really grateful for that, but now let's get to the real stuff. Ms Smith said that we should have a big talk with the principal, with we she means, me, my mom, Ms Jackson and herself. I of course bring my evidence, I wrote everything down what my bullies did. I just hope this goes well and it'll take probably 2 weeks until I can update you guys. Stay tuned if you wanna know and as said, I'll update you guys, wish my luck. Thanks for reading.

Avrist a licensed and regulated company in Indonesia sells insurance with exorbitant price and obfuscated contract.

Some pictures you can check

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We suspected that many insurance companies in Indonesia are like that. The regulations are most likely corrupt.

Please verify.

So it's like Sim Lim scam. Except that the money lost is much bigger and the contract is more obfuscated.

Sim Lim Scam link:

https://www.asiaone.com/singapore/ex-employee-reveals-dubious-tactics-used-sim-lim-square-shop

Additional evidences about Avrist

https://translate.google.com/translate?hl=en&sl=auto&tl=en&u=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.kaskus.co.id%2Fthread%2F5c934eff5cf6c424775ce240%2Fmenurut-anda-apakah-avrist-sengaja-mengaburkan-biaya-besar-di-ringkasan-polis-ini%2F

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There are evidences that Avrist does not explain their fees to customers clearly. Basically you can just ask Avrist straight and see their own explanation. Post their explanation somewhere public and you'll see for yourself.

Usually companies like that get away with it.

Even though not clearly, they did technically wrote the fee. So in page 1 they said Regular Premi 50 millions. On the 4th page they said 0% of basic regular premi is invested. So they write the same terms slightly differently to confuse customers and in different pages on top of that.

anyone that can read Indonesians can check this out themselves.

https://www.kaskus.co.id/thread/5c934eff5cf6c424775ce240/menurut-anda-apakah-avrist-sengaja-mengaburkan-biaya-besar-di-ringkasan-polis-ini/

So normal customers do not know that there's a 50 millions rupiah (about $4k fee).

After the customer send the money or sign stuffs they will send a 27 page contract. In page 22 they put 100% of first year premi is gone for fees.

Their agents say that all money are invested. So unsuspecting customers put $8k, buy an insurance with a $40 worth of benefit, not knowing about those fees and lost tons of money.

However, their agents say that orally in private.

If people ask Avrist to explain their product publicly, Avrist remain silent.

In Indonesia there are laws against defamation. Truth is not a defense. So if anyone try to expose this publicly and get caught, the one that go to jail may not be Avrist but the one trying to warn people.

So...this is my FIRST post and while I'm not entirely sure if I'm posting this in the right place, but I'll put it here anyways. I'm also gonna bleep out some stuff since I know my family likes to browse the net.
This story is a bit of a long one, so get comfy.

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Lets meet the cast of our story while talking:

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<Me>: The tormented kid
BAM: My bad ass of a mom
EC: Entitled Cousin a.k.a the asshole

Minor Roles:

SC: Sweet Counselor
NG: Naive Grandma
PG: Protective Grandpa
EU: Entitled Uncle the asshole's dad
EA: Entitled Aunt the asshole's mom

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TL:DR will be at the bottom

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Some key points and backstory:

This all happened in the 6th grade when I was 11.
The year before I had some traumatic life events that gave me severe depression, anxiety attacks and PTSD, which often gave me nightmares. I had the habit of jumping at shadows during the school day as well.
Because of the trauma I had the year before, I was a bit of a loner and constantly withdrew in to myself. So much that I had a school counselor who I checked in with weekly.
I was a part of an after-school program that helped with homework and ect. due to everyone but EC working late.
I was an active dancer so I would be constantly looking at other choreography online. Lucky for me, the after-school program had a former hip-hop dancer/teacher who liked to teach me.
At the time the living situation was myself, mom, grandparents, and EC.
EC was 23 or so, who had just moved recently from overseas.
EC is the eldest grandkid, while I was the youngest at the time.
Our family's culture and morals are OBNOXIOUSLY ASIAN.
Because of said culture and morals, our grandparents thought it best he stay coughFREELOAD**cough with us until he could move out on his own.

Now on to the story.
So my mom was an on-call nurse who worked retirement/disability homes, but it never stopped her from getting me to and from school, there were times that she to work late and my grandparents had to come pick me from their long shifts at the nearby military base.

On a rare day when everyone was swamped with work, EC was the only one able to come pick me up from the after-school program. I noticed something off about him during the car ride home, he was acting pretty shady, kept giving me odd looks, looking my body up and down in a way you REALLY shouldn't look at an 11 y/o. When we get home, my mom and our grandparents aren't home yet. EC is still giving me the looks so I awkwardly go to the living room to double check that my homework was done.

I put my things away and go to the bathroom to change in to some home clothes I would be able to dance in. EC busts in to the bathroom as I'm half-naked, just to stare at me. I asked him if he needed anything, but he just stood there, till I try to politely tell him that I wasn't finished and to please close the door. He still stood there staring at me and I get more uncomfortable to the point I closed the door and locked it.

EC starts banging on the door, demanding I open it because he needs to "take a piss". Yeah right.
I changed quickly then left the bathroom so EC didn't have a reason to stand there and stare at me change.

At this point I could hear EC cursing in the language our family spoke, but whatever was going on in his brain wasn't my problem. I knew all my homework was done so I went straight go to my room.

Okay, so remember the trauma I had from the year before? It made my mom overprotective, to the point of making sure that I was always in her line of sight, so I was sharing a room with her. Now I love my mom, she's done everything in her power to make sure I was okay, even going as far as putting a key lock on our room. Now here lays a weird issue.

EC for some reason decided our room was his game room, so he always complained when my mom made sure to lock the room up when neither of us were home. It made sense to lock the room whenever we left the house, it was a our room, but it was also bit of an unspoken rule in the house that my mom kept the important things there for safe keeping. Of course that being said only me and her had keys to our room.

EC however did NOT like it.

EC: Hey <Me> why are you on MY computer without asking me first?
Me: Uh...this my mom's computer...She said I could use it if I had all my homework done.
EC: Well this is MY game room, why do you have a key to it when I don't?
Me: EC you do know this is mine and mom's room, right? Again she said I could use it when I'm done with schoolwork.

I don't know where he got it in his mind my room was his game room, because he has his own room which had his stuff in it! There was NOTHING in our room that belonged to him. SO WHY WAS HE SO INSISTENT ON GETTING/BEING IN MY ROOM?!
Now because of how weird he's been acting up till now my anxiety is rearing it's ugly head and I'm nearing a panic attack.

Me: EC can you get out please? I need to relax...You're acting weird and it's making me anxious...
EC: No, this is MY game room. You didn't ask to come here or to use my computer. In fact-- (He snatches my key to the room) this should also be mine.

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I grabbed my phone to see if I can call my mom to calm down. EC wasn't having that, he snatches my phone and throws it in to the hallway, then proceeded to lock us in my room.
He had this smug grin on his face and his eyes wandered over my body again. I was shaking hard, this was NOT something your cousin does AT ALL.

At the time I wondered if there was something odd about my body to make him look at me like that, but looking back I can't help but kick myself in the ass for not realizing it. Back then the puberty hit me early with a sledgehammer, I was 11 but looked like major jail bait. What came next was something that haunted me for a while.

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EC: Strip!
Me: E-EXCUSE ME? (Now I'm full blown in a panic because this was messing with my mind severely)
EC: Take off all of your clothes now <me>!

I was frozen in place because of said panicking. EC got impatient and instead decided to do things himself.

EC: If you don't do it I'll tell Auntie that you skipped school.
Me: S-she wouldn't believe you! S-she knows me better than that! (Which she did)

He didn't appreciate me talking back to him, and he started ripping my clothes off. The moment that happened I was in a panic just fighting against him. He ripped all of my clothes off then sat there with a smug smirk on his face before whipping out his phone. I was crying and trying to get away still but he came back at me and twisted me in to painful positions. He mocked me as he took pictures of my naked body as I cried and tried hide.
EC: Not fighting now are you <Me>?

I managed to get my leg free to kick him in the balls which made him lose him grip on me, that was my escape. I dashed to the bathroom and locked myself in. He banged on the door demanding to be let in since he "wasn't done with me yet".
I stayed in there till my mom and grandparents came home.
When they did get home I was asked why I threw my phone. I saw EC still wearing a smug grin and he tried to get me in trouble. I couldn't believe it, thankfully mom didn't believe it.

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BAM: Did you drop it on your way to the bathroom? I know it happens sometimes when wearing certain pants.
I just nodded my head, deciding to tell my mom later when EC wasn't in hearing range. The smug grin dropped from EC's face when he realized his little plan to get me in trouble didn't work. I looked at EC with enough courage.
<Me>: C-can I have my key back please?
My mom gave him a nasty look, then forced him to give back the key. I had that small victory so now all I had to do was tell her what had happened. The time to tell my mom NEVER came up. EC made sure to always stay close enough to eavesdrop and interrupted whenever I was about to tell her.

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-Time skip to 2 Weeks Later-

My anxiety and depression was at the all time high and my history teacher somehow was aware that there was something wrong. It was also nearing the time when I would go to my mandatory weekly counselor check-in, so my teacher sent me in early with a note.

Now my counselor was a sweet lady, she always knew how to get me to relax, so the moment I stepped in to her office she took one look at me and seems to automatically know something was up.

SC: <Me> what's wrong?

It made the dam break on my emotions. I spilled everything to her, about what EC did, how he was tormenting me, how he was telling lies, trying to get me in trouble, how I didn't know why he did that or what he did with the pictures.

She.

Was.

Horrified.

I stayed in her office crying for an hour, and she let me knowing that I needed it. It wasn't until after school did I realized SC did something about it.

BAM: <Me> are you alright? SC called and told me what had happened, is this true?!
My mom was in hysterics, she looked near close to committing murder, whether he was family or not. NG was right there next to her not saying anything about it. I had thought that it was because she was disappointed in EC.

Boy was I wrong. Things went downhill from there.

My grandparents kicked us out of the house, my mom didn't give me an answer of why. EC lied to EU, EA, and NG saying my mom did crack and got him addicted to it. They lapped it up without even confirming it was true.
After we got kicked out the police were informed about what happened and there was a warrant for EC.
Luckily we found a place to move in to at short notice, but one night as I laid half awake from another nightmare I heard a phone call between my mom, NG, EU, and EA.

EU: How dare your daughter lie about EC! He would never do that! Keep that child of yours in line!
EA: We heard about you dealing crack to EC, SHAME ON YOU! He's your nephew.

My mom was livid. Here they were listening to the lies EC made up and they were trying to pin the blame of his actions on me!
BAM: If you had raised him better, then this wouldn't have happened! WHO LEAVES THEIR CHILD IN ANOTHER COUNTRY TO LIVE IT UP IN AMERICA LIKE YOU SELF ENTITLED ASSHOLES? -Insert cursing in another language that I didn't speak-

Again I love my mom, she's a fucking badass for standing up to her older brother and mom like that. She ended up hanging up on them and cried. I got up and came over to hug her, apologizing over and over that this happened.

BAM: <Me> NONE OF THIS IS YOUR FAULT DO YOU HEAR ME?!
I nodded and kept hugging her to comfort us both.

It wasn't till a few days later we heard something that made me feel absolutely betrayed.
BAM: So mom where's EC, mom?
NG: Back home...
I was confused, he wasn't around I didn't see him here, but his car was in the drive way. My mom had an enraged look on her face though.
BAM: YOU SENT HIM BACK TO -Family's Home Country-?!
NG: I had to because of the warrant, EU and EA begged me to.
Okay so EC basically got deported by our grandma, which was a bit of bittersweet pill to swallow.
BUT STILL MY OWN GRANDMA DIDN'T BELIEVE ME! SHE LITERALLY ENABLED HIM TO GET AWAY WITH WHAT HE DID! AND BETTER YET MY GRANDPA DIDN'T KNOW A THING ABOUT IT.
okay remember this fact.
And it honestly still breaks my heart to this day, I don't even trust her much either, but I still care for her despite it.

-Time skip 9 years later, I'm 20 here-

EU comes over to my grandparent's house while me and mom were visiting.
EU decides to facetime EC with us all there, perhaps he was trying to be an ass towards me?
Sorry that hatchet was NOT buried, certainly not by me, which means I can chuck it all I want.
Now I'm nowhere near the screen or camera, so EC can't see me. I don't pay attention to them talking since they're talking in our family's native language.
I catch the tail-end of them saying goodbye to each other.

EC thinks he ended the call when really all he did was minimize it. He's not that bright thinking the call ended.
EU was about to hang up for EC when EC started talking shit about getting away with what he did.
IN FRONT OF EC, NG, PG, BAM AND ME. And lemme tell you it was... bittersweet.
Here he was telling him on himself, even if it's 9 years late.

EU was mortified and proceeded to go off on him, swearing profusely while apologizing to me.
My mom was the cat that got the cream and the canary.
NG was crying, PG was PISSED OFF he was cursing EC and threatening to disown him (mainly because I'm PG's favorite grandchild)
Again this is all bittersweet since he still got away with it, but eh...He's no longer mentioned at family gatherings.

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TL:DR

EC picks me up from school then creeps on my 11 y/o self during the ride home.

EC decided to keep invading my privacy as I was trying to change clothes.

EC barges in to my room being rude then starts tormenting me.

EC throws my phone in to the hall locks himself in my room with me making sure to block the door.

EC makes demands of me to strip, when I don't he rips my clothes off and pins me in painful positions while taking pictures of my naked body.

I manage to get away from him and hide in the bathroom till our family comes home from work.

Time skip 2 weeks later, I have a break down at the SC's office, SC calls BAM and the cops to report EC.

NG gets convinced to send EC back to our family's -Original Country- meanwhile EC spread lies in our family about Me and BAM.

Time skip 9 years later, EC brags about getting away with his actions in front out us all, then get's disowned and never mentioned again

All in all bittersweet revenge without me lifting a finger.

Wish he got a worse punishment, but not much I can do now sadly.

Note: I originally posted on r/prorevenge and was redirected here

Sorry for the format (mobile) If this is an inappropriate place to ask feel free to report the post etc.

I was wondering if anyone here could help with some petty or “pro” revenge on an unknown neighbour of mine.

Backstory, I live in a rural village with about 20 people living there. My mum owns 2 cars (one as my sister is handicapped and another for general use) and my step dad also owns two (a van for work and a truck for general use) since we have a small drive we park these across the road in a little car park (that anyone can use) we have CCTV but it only covers our drive and front door.

Anyway today we woke up to find Dog feces smeared along the windows/ windscreen wipers. Due to a previous incident there is two people who it could have been but I don’t really want to jump to conclusions. The main issue is it’s really infuriating knowing that some smug f*** is sitting at home with nothing on him (except some poo obviously) and there is absolutely nothing we can do about it.

So once again I ask for help just general ideas. P.s if this is the wrong place can someone redirect me to where I can ask, also I wish to stay away from r/ask reddit

First time posting, sorry if I get it wrong.

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This is not my story, but a story my friend told me. Sorry, this is a long one, but there's a lot to this story. First, a little bit of context. My friend, let's call him D, worked for many years as a pizza chain delivery driver. He didn't need to, he has his own business, but he did it for pocket money, and to appease his in-laws who considered him a deadbeat if he didn't have a timeclock-punching job. My friend is also a firm believer in the 2nd Amendment, and is known for legally carrying firearms where ever he goes, even to this day.

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D= my friend, M= Mugger, MIL= Mother in Law (believe it or not, she is ex law enforcement, and has a place in this story)

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At the time of this series of incidents, D worked at a store that was in our version of inner city. Not many tips, lots of bad directions, no shows, and customers trying to do anything to get a free meal. This is where our story starts.

So D was working the evening rush shifts, when they get a call in order, at an apartment complex that's particularly known for stiffing the drivers. When the pizza was ready for delivery, it was his turn to make the run. He knew he would be stiffed, but it was really close to the store. So he took the pizza and drove to the complex to make the delivery.

Now, the drivers are not supposed to be armed, but there had been a rash of muggings and burglaries in the area, and the drivers that had guns had started keeping them in their vehicles for safety. So he gets to the complex, leaves his gun on the dashboard, locks his truck, and proceeds up the stairs to the pizza's destination. As he goes up the stairs, he notices a youngish Hispanic guy outside the apartment opposite his, smoking a cigarette. He says hi as he walks up to the door of his order, then turns and rings the doorbell. Nothing. He knocks on the door. Still nothing. He knocks again calling out "Pizza Delivery". No response. He double checks the tag, and it's the correct address, but nobody's home. Great, another No Show. He shrugs, turns around and starts to head back down the stairs.

M:" Whas' a matter? They no there? Tha' sux, Man..."

D: "yeah, it happens. Well, you have a good one." He starts walking down the stairs, and heads toward his truck. He gets down almost to the bottom of the stairs, when...

M: "Hey Man, whas' gonna happen to that pizza?"

D: "It'll get eaten at the store, or someone will take it home." He continues walking, and he faintly hears M coming down the stairs.

M: "How much is it, Man? Maybe I could pay it for jou."

By this time, D is at his truck, and has it unlocked. He has a pretty good idea of what is happening, but he's playing ignorant. He turns back to face M. "22.65. If you want to buy it, I'll sell it to you."

M: "Oh I ain't got tha' much wit' me."

D: "I understand, Dude. Have a good one." He gets in his truck, puts the pizza on the seat, and grabs the gun, to move it to the seat beside him. His window is rolled partially down, to let in fresh air. He's not surprised 30 seconds later when there was a tapping on his open window. Sure enough, M is at his truck, tapping on his rolled down window with a big ass knife, and a big shit eating grin on his face.

M (with a knife in his hand): "I thin' you should just let me have that pizza. And I'll take your wallet, too, Man."

D already had his gun in his hand, so he pulls it around, and points it at M. "I don't think so, Man. Think you can manage to stab me, before I pull the trigger? Back away from my window, Dude."

M goes pale and his jaw drops. He puts his hands up. "I was just f**kin' jokin', Man! Take it easy!"

D gets back out of his truck, still pointing the gun at M. M looks terrified.

M: "Whachu gonna do, Man?"

D: "I'm going to mug the mugger (big smile). Toss the knife into the back of my truck, Dude. Right now. Come, on."

M: "This is my best knife, Man!"

D: " And now, it's mine. I'll take your shoes, and your belt, too. Hurry it up. Toss them in the back of the truck, too."

M grumbles as he tosses the knife into the back of D's truck, then pulls off his belt, and sits down on the bottom step to take off his shoes. The whole time he's cussing in Spanish under his breath. He then tosses belt and shoes into the back of D's truck. "Now what?"

D: "Back up the stairs, Dude" D's backs up to the door of his truck. "You have a nice night, now!" He gets into his truck, and drives away. When he gets home, he takes the knife out of his truck, it really is a nice knife, so he adds it to his knife collection. The belt and shoes were decent, too... the shoes were actually steel toed work boots. Not D's size, so he gives them away to someone he thinks could use them.

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About a week and a half later, D is once again working the evening rush shift, an order comes in from the same complex. D knows that complex well, and realizes this order goes to the same parking lot, just 2 buildings down from where the attempted mugging happened, so just to be safe, he tells the manager he will take it when it comes out. D's pretty sure M has learned his lesson, but he doesn't want to take chances with another driver. So when the pizza comes out, he packs it up and drives out to the complex. Tonight, the parking lot is pretty full, and he can't pull up in front of the building. So he parks his truck, and grabs his gun, and puts it in his hand. Then he grabs the insulated bag the pizza is in, and puts it over the gun in his hand. The bag covers the gun perfectly, so no one will know he has the gun, unless he puts the bag down. He walks to the apartment (ground floor this time), and rings the bell, then knocks on the door a couple of times. No one's there. He shakes his head and turns around to head back to his truck. There stands M, this time with a big baseball bat in his hands. Guess he didn't learn his lesson after all.

M: "You ain' at your truck this time, Man. Wha'chu gonna do, now?" (big shit eating grin)

D yanks the bag off, and points his gun at M. "That's okay, I brought it with me, this time. Now, why don't you turn around slowly, put your hands up, and walk calmly back to my truck? You remember what it looks like, right?"

M: "Awwwww, Man..." M puts his hands up, turns around, and walks to D's truck.

D: "You know the drill, Dude. Toss it in the back."

M: "Man, I jus' got this!"

D: "And now, you're giving it to me. Toss it in." M tosses the bat into the back of the truck.

D: "Now, where's your wallet, Dude?"

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Can anyone help? There's this guy (C) who's making my friends life very difficult. He's an absolute narcissist and I'm not entirely sure how to handle the situation. He's always the victim or hero and never accepts responsibility for any of his actions. He has been psychologically abusing her to the point where she is afraid for both her sanity and her pet's safety (we both think he wouldn't lay a finger on her physically but her dog is stone cold terrified if him). My friend will be safe soon but I want C to feel nice and secure before pulling his world apart so I'm happy to wait a few weeks. Let me reiterate, I want to ruin this guy but I do not want him to tie it to my friend. I'm telling her nothing of my plans. I already have the beginning of a plan formulated but I'd really like his whole demise to be a long drawn-out affair. I want him to wonder if its ever going to end.

Ok the start of this escalating revenge happened about 5 months ago,i was in a friend group on discord and things were relativly normal (relatively though,sometimes there were fights) but then this girl comes along,lets name her beth,now beth? an absolute saint. the amount of problems she solved for everyone in the group was quite frankly unbelieveable,we're still friends to this day and help each other out,i should mention they were all 17 and over,so naturally people started catching feelings for her (not me,as im 14,even if i did,it'd be weird as hell to do) and they all did,3 of them in a crammed love triangle fighting for affection,it was horrible. there was fights nearly daily and it was just not fun for anyone involved including her,i,attempting to salvage things with everyone,discussed it with all and just said to leave her be and leave each other be more importantly,biiiiiig mistake. Because they did,they left each other,and ganged up on me instead,i usually just brushed it off as guys were guys,we say shit,hours later we're fine,then one day,a massive fight breaks out between me and 2 of the others (and at the time,another guy joined the group,which i used to go to school with and knew personally,hell,the guy knows my address,and hes one of the party in question here,and another left,because he was ruthlessly turned down after hours worth of private dms between beth and him,i was showed dms of some of their convos,and he was not the guy he posed himself to be) and two of them just layed into me,some incredibly low blows later and damn near an hour long argument later,i left the group,and it was at that time they took it to a whole new level,to going as far as sending me threats over xbox (and yes,its xbox who cares,but i knew both of them for years,and never once were they this cruel,bad shit) so i decided to just say to hell with it all and try my absolute hardest over several months of gathering messages,dms and the like,to prove to beth that none of them were worth,and before i forget,she was taken,so they were way out of line. so after dms after dms of me and her and saying basically that they were literal scum and do not deserve a second of her time,she agreed,alas the revenge was not a complete success,because they do still talk but she is still immensly pissed at them for what they did,but they knew as they were told quite bluntly they had no chance of ever being with her,the friend group is in shambles and the discord server is pretty much dead,and overall everything worked out decently.