Karen Demands I CLEAN HER APARTMENT... GETS EVICTED! - Reddit Stories

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Speaker 1 (00:00):
Hey there, mister rhdder here, Welcome back to another episode
of Reddit podcast Stories. Our first story will be reading today.
Karen demands I clean her apartment. I got her evicted instead.
After that, fire me and remind me that I can't
work for a competitor. Okay, and after that, break my
bumper and try to get me fired. You'll be sorry

(00:20):
now for every thumbs up this video gets one, Karen
gets evicted as long as I don't have to live
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from Reddit every single day. Karen demands I clean her apartment.
I got her evicted instead. I'm thirty female. My husband

(00:40):
has a sister, Anna, who's twenty nine, who lives in
an apartment. My husband gifted me with her boyfriend Rick
and her daughter, who's nine. Anna doesn't work and Rick
has some on and off jobs, and they're always struggling financially.
I mention this because my husband sometimes helps them out
with money, which is why a couple of days ago,
I went to the apartment to drop off some cash.

(01:01):
I only intended to drop off the cash and go
as Anna and I don't really know each other, but
she opened the door and immediately ushered me inside. Her
baby was crying, so she asked me to wait while
she tried to get her to sleep. So I waited
in the living room with Rick, who was doing some
kind of remote work. I could see the apartment was
a mess, but as a person who finds it near
impossible to keep her room tidy without a baby, I

(01:24):
knew I wasn't in a place to judge. That said,
I did want to get on with my day, so
I was just lingering in the room, hoping she'd come
back soon. Anna came back after ten minutes with the
baby still crying, and she said she was going to
try feeding her. At this point, Rick complained about the
noise because he was working. I told Anna i'd be
leaving too, but she started asking questions about depositing the

(01:46):
money to a bank. I tried to answer her questions,
but really I didn't know all the answers, and said
she could call her brother and he could tell her
what to do. I could tell she was trying to
keep me there. But between the crying and Rick getting
annoyed about various things, I just wanted to go. Anna
then followed me to the door and asked me if
I would mind watching the baby while she showered and
maybe tidying up her house a bit. At first I

(02:08):
thought she was joking, but Anna said she was indeed serious.
She could use the help. I told her I was
definitely not the help and she needed to tell Rick
to do it. She said he was sick of the
apartment being a mess and that she hadn't showered in
two days, and that I had to do this for her.
I told her once again I was not going to
clean her house for her, and she demanded a reason,

(02:29):
to which I said I didn't owe her one. Rick
then came into the hall and said it wasn't like
I had a job I could afford to stay and help.
Anna called me an evil, stuck up gold digger, and
a few other words that I can't type out, and
I eventually left. After I left, I called my husband
and told him what had happened, and he was livid.
He told Anna she had to vacate the apartment within

(02:50):
three months and that he would subsidize her moving at
the rate he currently was, which means she will have
to move to a smaller apartment in a less upmarket area.
Anna and Rick, I have now involved my husband's whole family,
who said I could have just helped out for ten
minutes and avoided all of the unpleasantries. My husband is
on my side, but I still feel bad that his
whole family is giving him grief over this. So I

(03:12):
don't know if maybe I do owe them an apology.
You're not the jerk. Anna and Rick just exhibited royal
jerk entitlement and they deserve to be evicted. It's not
enough that they live in your apartment and accept cash handouts,
but you're also supposed to do free housekeeping for them.
Why would you owe that kind of rudeness and demanding
behavior and apology? Not the jerk, and I suspect Rick

(03:34):
is a real problem. If Anna doesn't have time to
shower for two days, it probably means her boyfriend refuses
to help with the baby and do chores, but expects
a clean house and home cooked meals. Anna is an adult,
but maybe, just maybe your husband could ask her how
this relationship works, fire me and remind me that I
can't work for a competitor. Okay, many years back, I

(03:56):
used to work for a medium sized private tech company
that does work for both government and private organizations in
the education market. At the time, the founder was a
wonderful guy who fostered a family atmosphere in the company.
He treated us like we were his kids, and we
loved him like a first, second, or third father, depending
on how many fathers each person grew up with. Sadly,

(04:17):
as in so many cases, things changed. The owner suffered
a near fatal accident and wasn't able to continue running
the company. Everyone was devastated, but his family vowed to
keep things going. However, they weren't as business savvy as
he was and eventually had to hire someone else to
run things. And as leadership changed, I think he went
through three or four CEOs while I was there, the

(04:39):
company became more and more corporate. Still, the employees continued
on because we still believed in what we were doing now.
I was a salaried exempt employee. This was before changes
in local labor laws formalized who could and who could
not be exempt from overtime. It was generally an eight
to five job, but with bursts of unpaid overtime when
things got crazy. I loved my manager, who acted like

(05:02):
a big brother and he always had our backs, and
I had plenty of friends amongst my coworkers. My job
was to handle the technical implementation of one of our
bigger and longest lasting government clients. I knew the system
inside and out and did my best to ensure that
the client had their expectations met while trying not to
melt our systems. It was interesting work, and I learned

(05:22):
a lot about both the tech we used and how
the client's operations ran. Eventually we got a new CEO
who brought in their own top level staff, and this
bunch was as micromanagy as you can get. Our manager
did his best to shield us, but cracks were starting
to form. One by one. They started nitpicking and going
after various employees, many of whom had been with the

(05:43):
company for years. And my turn had finally come. Came
back from lunch a few minutes late with my coworkers
because there had been an accident. Noted HR warned me
about watching a video on my computer at work. Sorry,
didn't know client presentations were off limits. Walked into the
office half an hour late. My carpool buddy, who was pregnant,
had morning sickness in the car. Yeah, that wasn't pretty,

(06:06):
and just like so many others in this subreddit, they
conveniently ignored any unpaid overtime work throughout the year. Eventually
they built up enough evidence that I was called into
a meeting with HR and my manager. When I walked in,
I knew it was bad because my manager looked simultaneously
outraged and sad. I was told that, due to my
numerous infractions, that I was to be terminated immediately. Part

(06:30):
of me was expecting this since it had already happened
to several others and much the same way, so I
wasn't too surprised. As part of my termination, they reminded
me that per my original employment contract, I was not
allowed to work for another company in the same educational
technical service field, example, one of our direct competitors for
five years. A standard non compete clause. I could, of

(06:52):
course work if it wasn't related to education or important
for later if it wasn't a private company. This was
written back during the original owner's tenure, so it wasn't
as strict as other noncompete clauses were. So that was
that my carpool buddy was given permission to leave early
or she wouldn't have had a ride home later and
my service with the company ended. My coworkers were surprised

(07:14):
and upset, mostly because the company's reasons weren't that good,
but also because the annual updates for my client were
doing a few months. I had finished most of the work,
but there was still stuff that needed to be done.
And you'll probably all call me stupid, but I freely,
emphasis on free made myself available to my coworkers if
they needed help. Why because I still liked all of

(07:35):
them and my manager and didn't want them to suffer
due to the actions of upper management. So where's my
malicious compliance. Well? I tried to find a new job
in a different tech sector, but it was slow going
because much of my knowledge was so education focused. However,
one of the client managers I used to work with
had found employment several years back with you guessed it,

(07:56):
the government client that I had been in charge of,
and they just happened to have a perfect job for me,
helping to implement a technical system that would replace what
they had outsourced to my former employer. And since they
aren't a private entity, it didn't violate my non compete clause,
so I was hired, and a few years later, my
former employer was informed that their services were no longer needed.

(08:18):
I was told by the rest of the implementation team
that if it wasn't for all the knowledge I brought
with me, it would have taken twice as long to
get things done. And my old employer they're still around, however,
after losing roughly forty percent of their revenue, they've unfortunately
had to downsize quite a bit. I did manage to
pull a few of my old coworkers in with me,
and the rest found other jobs where they're more appreciated

(08:40):
and better paid in many cases. Oh and I'm salaried
non exempt yea for paid overtime, part of a union.
And as a final bonus, my commute is much shorter.
Life is good. Break my bumper and try to get
me fired. You'll be sorry. This happened yesterday but is
carried over into today. My son is learning to drive,

(09:01):
so sometimes I'll finish up at work early and pick
him up so that he can drive home. Yesterday, the
parking lot was fuller than usual, and this minivan kept
driving around looking for a spot. They finally decided to
squeeze in between me and the curb, adding up barely
two inches for my passenger side mirror. Their kid comes out,
and this guy starts gesturing at me because obviously there's

(09:23):
no way anyone's getting in either of our cars from
the passenger sides. He rolls the window down and he
motions for me to do the same. The moment I do,
he begins to go off on me loudly and very aggressively,
saying that I should move from my spot so his
kid can get in his car. Keep in mind, I'm
in a parking lot in a small car. He's in
this big mini van squeezed into this non space. I

(09:46):
just rolled my window back up and ignored him. Then
I feel a thump and look in my rear view
mirror to see him walking back to his car. It
legit felt like someone ran into me lightly. I didn't
dare get out, as I'm already a bit INTI imidated,
and dude is obviously a bully. After screaming at me
to move for the past five minutes through a closed window,
the guy pulls ahead, his kid gets in, and they leave.

(10:09):
I get out of my car and I go around
to the back and I see a massive crack in
the bumper of my brand new car, right in the
center of what looks like a bootprint. This is my
first new car ever, barely a month into my two
year lease, and this happens. I get a quote and
it's nearly four thousand dollars to fix the bumper, as
it needs to be replaced. It was kicked so hard

(10:31):
it actually broke some clips that held it on too,
and this was the recommendation of the dealership as it
was very loose. Unfortunately, as a least car, this has
to be fixed asap according to my contract. I go
back to the school in the hopes that I can
get some identifying info on this guy to file a
report and recoup costs through their insurance. We can clearly

(10:51):
see the front of the van, but not the back
where the license plate is because of how he's parked,
ironically blocked from view by my car. Fast forward tis today.
I get to work and my boss calls me into
her office. There was a complaint made yesterday about how
rude I was and that I was most likely driving
under the influence. My boss is awesome. She knows full

(11:12):
well there's no way I would do any of that,
so she just gives me a heads up, and that's it.
It's almost ten am and I just answered a call.
It was him asking if disciplinary action has been taken yet.
I interconnected my line to my bosses, so I had
a witness and the conversation was interesting. He had no
idea it was me and I was asking for details

(11:33):
from the encounter. He gives them, not realizing I filed
a police report the day before. That wasn't likely to
go anywhere as I had no license plate number or name,
So I just got emailed to me the guy's name, address,
make model year a vehicle license plate number. I just
got off the phone with the police. I don't think

(11:54):
he'll be happy to see them on his doorstep. Maybe
he should have just been happy with vandalism instead of
also trying. I need to get me fired. Entitled people
suck can't take lunch because of training, I don't think so.
In my mid twenties, I worked for a multinational accounting firm.
I female have always had a real firm policy for

(12:14):
standing up when something doesn't sound right, irrelevant if it
puts me in an awkward position. This story is how
I maliciously complied and in turn made my director learn
a lesson. I hope she won't forget. We'll call her Karen,
not her real name. Background on Karen. When she joined
the team, we all liked her. She made great changes
and we got on well with her. But the moment

(12:36):
she was promoted to director and had direct reporting to
the partner, she flipped became a completely different person and
made our lives horrible. Previously, she spent her career heading
up call centers, which was really evident in her management style,
and for some reason made it her mission to cut
costs in the team and go under budget. This affected
everything from telling us we didn't have a stationary budget

(12:58):
for pens and had to take from other team stores,
to only allowing a one drink, one course policy on
team dinnery events. This was a huge company and all
other teams around us would go for fancy, all expenses
paid social events, so we felt pretty put out. Her
cost cutting also extended to things like no overtime approvals
unless way in advance. That didn't last long as we

(13:21):
were understaffed so quickly emergencies weren't even dealt with, and
hiring school leavers instead of graduates as they were cheaper,
despite the work needing more experience. Her favorite saying to
everything was it's policy, or blaming HR or higher ups
saying whatever new thing, even a new irrelevant spreadsheet would
come from HR. Honestly, the amount of time HR spent

(13:44):
on our little team in a company with twenty thousand
plus UK employees was astounding. Then came the day she
booked an all day training session from some external company
to show us how to use a new system. She
went on about it for weeks, was super excited that
she had brought in this new system. The training was intense,
so technical, my numbing, and most of all expensive. Some

(14:07):
what would normally be covered over a few days was
crammed into one full day. They were paid hourly. Shock,
she sent an email advising how we're expected to attend.
It will go through the whole day and lunch would
be provided, but it would be a working lunch, so
training would also go through lunch. Needless to say, the
thought of sitting in a stuffy room for eight hours

(14:28):
without a lunch break wasn't appealing. I asked for an exception,
as I really relied on going outside for the hour
at lunch for a break. I was in the midst
of high anxiety at the time, and my brakes got
me through. She said, it's policy that we would be
expected to change our workday around to fit training, and
there is no policy that requires her to allow me
to go out. If I had an issue, I should

(14:50):
check the HR manual. I think until now this statement
usually worked for her, as no one ever really checked her.
I went one better. I went to HR ce malicious
compliance using the effective wording of for my mental health
and well being. HR replied, and of course disagreed, as
UK law mandates training as work and an eight hour

(15:12):
day requires at least a one hour break, which I
am allowed to choose what I do with they see
seed Karen. Karen backed down but verbally told me it
was an exception for me and to not share with
the rest of the team. Of course I didn't comply.
She was breaking the law, so I showed the email
chain to everyone as they were complaining about the same thing.

(15:33):
So me and the rest of the team came up
with a little plan. Sandwiches were delivered budget sandwiches, of course,
from the supermarket down the road, instead of our slightly
more expensive internal catering team. Who caters for this exact
type of thing for our ten floor building. I stood
up and announced I was going on lunch and would
be back in an hour. Que the rest of the team,

(15:54):
all twelve standing up after me. Karen goes, where are
you all going? To which someone replied, I understand that
HR said we were allowed to leave the room for
the hour for lunch. The look on her face was priceless.
She knew she was stuck. She couldn't say anything. We
left her in there alone with the two trainers who
seemed to guess something was up. I've never felt more

(16:15):
satisfied in all of my life. We all had a
good laugh about it outside. I think I even did
a happy dance. She also knew she couldn't complain to
me about it, as that would highlight her breaking the rules.
I felt like I was walking on air all day
after this, there was much less blaming of HR, and
generally she was a little skittish around me because she
knew I didn't take her crap and I would call

(16:38):
her out. A second training session had to be booked
since the training would never have worked in one day.
There were lots of moans and groans about how expensive
the extra training session would cost. I left a couple
of months afterward, and so did pretty much the rest
of my team, replaced by school levers, of course, but
I'm very glad I complied. I believe Karen still works there,

(16:58):
but for a much smaller team. Am I the jerk
for telling my dad he hasn't really served our country
any more than I have? I'm twenty two male. My
father is a career soldier. He has been since before
I was born. In fact, he served twenty six years exactly.
I know because he never forgets to tell someone. My family,

(17:19):
including my sisters, who are twenty and eighteen, they were
your classic military family. He never deployed overseas, but he
does base maintenance stuff. But we still moved a ton.
I think the longest we spent in one place between
when I was born and when I turned eighteen was
two and a half years. My dad was always insistent that,
whether or not it was in uniform, that we serve

(17:40):
our country, though he was never clear on what exactly
that meant. My older sister is going to school to
be a labor and delivery nurse. That counts, according to him.
My youngest sister joined the Navy the day she turned eighteen.
That obviously counts to him. I decided to become an electrician.
That doesn't count according to him. When I was a
e and told him he wouldn't pay for my trade school,

(18:03):
he paid for nursing school for my sister, and he
didn't let me move in with the family when it
came time to do that. A year later, I was
able to get an apprenticeship with an older cousin of mine,
and that's what I'm doing right now. My dad told
me to my face how disappointed he was when I
told him what I wanted to do, and to this day,
while he'll say that he's proud of me, he always
prefaces it with even though I'm disappointed, you never decided

(18:25):
to serve our country. I don't really care for him
these days, but I still fly out at least twice
a year to see my mom and sisters, who are
all supportive. I was over there last month to visit,
and he started telling me it was never too late
to enlist and that the military still needs electricians, and
I was sick of his craft. I told him I've
done as much for our country as him. All he's

(18:46):
ever done is be a mechanic who knows how to shoot.
I'm sick of him acting like he's special. He kicked
me out, so I went home early. My mom and
sisters don't blame me for finally snapping, but they think
I went too far to imply he hasn't saidacrifice for
our country. I'm still not sure if I was wrong
to lose it like that, but I was sick of him.

(19:06):
Not the jerk. These military types are so proud of
their sacrifice, but they never think of the burden on
their family. You served your country by being uprooted time
and time again during your formative years when most kids
crave stability and a circle of friends. Not the jerk
for having had enough. Not the jerk for getting a
job that's still very much in demand even as a civilian.

(19:28):
Not the jerk for calling him out. He had it
coming this. Military parents make sacrifices for the country, but
their kids are forced to make sacrifices. Not the jerk.
Not for the country, just for the politicians. He should
have served the country by working for the parks in
Recreation department, not the jerk. I hope someday serving your

(19:50):
country will come to mean contributing something useful or essential
to society. I hate it when the military is glorified
so much to the point that it's considered superior to
everything else. Not the jerk. Tell your dad that anyone
with half a brain cell knows that the military is
only for people who have no other choice. Tell him
that good actual parents are disappointed in their kids when

(20:11):
they make the decision to throw their life away by John, Oh,
you can just shut up. You're crazy, dude. Am I
the jerk for wanting to drive the family instead of
my wife? Since we were married. My wife always wanted
to drive when we go places together and now as
a family. She originally said that she got car sick,
so I went with it for a long time, even
though it made me feel uncomfortable. It's been bothering me

(20:33):
more and more lately, especially when we're at social events
and everyone's leaving and I'm sitting in the passenger seat
waving by to everyone getting into their cars, feeling like
a kid. I brought it up in a marriage counseling
session recently. This is more of a maintenance type thing
that we've been doing for a long time, and our
counselor recommended that she give me a chance driving. She
wasn't happy at all, but she agreed to try it out.

(20:56):
Every time I've driven now, she's been extremely bitter. She'll
sit in the passenger seat stewing away in anger. One
word response is very cold. She mentioned that this is
the one thing that I can control, and now I
don't have that. Funny enough, she didn't mention car sickness
at all. It's been five or six times now that
we've done this. Each time I bring it up, she

(21:16):
gets upset. She won't refuse, but she will be miserable.
I'm not going to lie. My reasoning for wanting to
drive is that I believe the husband should. It's embarrassing
for me when others see me sitting in the passenger
seat being driven by my wife. When I started driving,
my daughter even asked me why I was driving. When
I responded, daddy's drive too, she responded with, but you don't.

(21:39):
Her reasoning is that she gets car sick but hasn't
complained about it once since being in the passenger seat,
and that she loses some sort of control. She has
stated that she hates that our counselor gave that suggestion.
Am I the jerk for wanting to be the driver
when we go places as a family? Should I just
let her drive and deal with it even though it
makes me feel uncomfortable and a bit disrespected as a husband.

(22:01):
You're the jerk. I'm laughing at you for being more
concerned about your ego and being insecure over driving than
your wife's well being. She said car sickness and being
in control. That should raise some red flags for you.
Why doesn't she feel in control of other things? Are
you traditional in other ways? I'm curious about something. Does
your wife work? Also? Did he ever think he might

(22:23):
just be a bad driver? You're the jerk. She has
an actual physiological issue when you drive, and you have
an ego issue when she drives. You're the problem here.
She'll sit in the passenger seat stewing away in anger.
She's sitting there feeling sick to her stomach. Were you
expecting her to be happy? You're the jerk? What kind
of weird crap is this? Did you actually tell your

(22:45):
therapist why not driving? Bothers you? I feel like they
wouldn't be entertaining this if you did, I take it
you've never been motion sick before. You aren't usually in
a talkative and happy mood while nursing a headache and
trying not to throw up. What I'd the jerk for
not returning a one thousand dollars gift given to me
by my coworkers for my baby. In December of twenty nineteen,

(23:07):
I told my boss that I'd be quitting in January
of twenty twenty to be self employed, but boss asks
me to stay on payroll so he can contract out
work to me easily. On my last day, coworkers leave
me a goodbye card with one thousand dollars cash in it.
March twenty twenty, I move a few hours away. Last
week March twenty twenty three, I see a former coworker

(23:28):
who pats my stomach and asks me if this is
my second I internally freak out because, oh no, she
thinks I'm pregnant. I know I'm twenty pounds over where
I'd like to be, and a lot of that is
on my gut, coupled with a super curved lower spoine
that made my belly stick out. I tell coworker I
don't have any kids, I'm just big. She looks awkward.

(23:49):
I feel awkward zero of ten. Experience would not repeat.
This morning, I get a call from HR, passing on
a message from a different coworker asking for the going
away cash to be returned, as it was meant as
a maternity gift for my baby, and that me being
big and wearing shirts that emphasized my belly was deceptive
and I tricked that coworker into thinking I was pregnant.

(24:12):
HR says she overheard the conversation about me leaving but
continuing to do some work in the coming months and
took that as my maternity leave. She took donations from
the staff under the pretense, and now my size and
lack of having a baby is the hot office gossip.
Feeling super great about that too, HR says, they can't
force me to do anything, but it would be nice

(24:33):
to return it. Here's the thing. I no longer have
the card, but I'm sure it did not say anything
about there's a kid inside of you. It had two
pandas on the front. That Oh, now, as I'm typing,
I do remember there was a big one hugging a
smaller one, so maybe it was about babies, but it
definitely didn't see anything like butt in the oven or
we you think you're pregnant. I'm certain I would remember that,

(24:56):
because that's a super big insecurity I've had for the
past five years since I started gaining weighed medicine side effect,
and husband keep saying, nobody thinks you look pregnant, so
sucks to be wrong, Hubby. This is a very hollow victory.
I'm feeling crushed and upset that the going away gift
actually wasn't and not once did any of my coworkers
actually ask if I was pregnant. I don't really want

(25:18):
to return the money. The cash has long since gone,
but I could pull one thousand from my bank to
give back. Old Boss has also been emailed about this
entire exchange, posting here while I wait for a reply
from him and googling women's fashion to hide the belly
and feeling horrible. OMG, not the jerk. This is harassment.

(25:38):
Their mistake in giving you a gift that they never
said was for your baby is not your issue to correct.
It was one hundred percent reasonable for you to think
that it was a goodbye gift. They don't get to
decide goodbye because I'm having a baby. Is somehow more
worthy than goodbye. I'm leaving to start my own thing.
I would ignore hr or tell them what you wrote here,

(25:59):
it was a gift freely given, not coerced from them,
with absolutely no mention of it being conditional upon it
going towards a baby, then block them all. Karen Boss
refuses my request for time off, so I quit. A
few years ago, my husband was laid off at the
start of summer. I had a part time gig as
a teacher, but it didn't come with benefits. I had

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to take a job, any job to provide health insurance America.
While hubby looked for a new job, I got a
job as a teller at a bank. I tried but
was new to keeping it till so a few times
a week my register would in balance, never very much
money under a few dollars, but the whole staff had
to stay late until we straightened it out. I felt

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horrible for the rest of the staff. As if that
shame wasn't bad enough. My supervisor, Mel would remind me
that I worked at will and they could fire me
at any time. Our family's health insurance going up and
smoke was terrifying to me. Sometimes it was hard to
hold back tears. I got better as the summer went on,
but every few weeks, if I would make a mistake,

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Mel would smile as she warned me that you can
be fired for no cause and you'd have to leave immediately.
It was so fantastically over the top. At one point
I pointed out that constant threats didn't create a healthy environment.
Her smile only broadened. It goes both ways. You can
quit at any time, you know. When the school year

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started in the fall, I needed to take my daughter
to tour her new school for her first day. I
asked to take my lunch in the afternoon so I
could help my daughter. Though they approved it, when it
came time for my lunch, they insisted I worked through
my lunch because they were being slammed. By then, Hubby
had found another job with insurance, and even better, I'd

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been offered more hours teaching, though still not full time,
it was enough. The next day I practically floated into
the bank. I waited until ten a m. Then told
Mel I needed to talk with her. She replied that
she was very busy and it would have to wait
until after we closed. Oh, I won't be here then,
I said. She looked shocked what I smiled? Remember that

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I needed to bring my daughter to her new school yesterday.
You wouldn't let me do that, so I'm doing it
this afternoon. She didn't get it at all. You can't
just take an hour off when you I had to interrupt,
I'm not taking an hour off. I'm leaving for good
at noon. You kept reminding me that I work at will.
Thanks for those reminders. I'm leaving for good in two hours.

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While Mel fumed, I waited on customers. I practically sang
my greetings to them and was so cheerful. Customers kept
asking me why I was so happy. I was delighted
to tell them because I'm leaving forever at noon. After
a half hour of that, Mel thought I should just
go right away, and I did. I skipped right out
that door, then gave Mel a very elaborate Curtsey at

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the door. Husband left me locked out for forty five
minutes while he played Elden ring. My husband and I
currently live in an apartment that requires a key fob
to get into the building, then a regular key for
the apartment. Over the weekend, my fob stopped working and
for some reason. The office is dragging their feet replacing it.
Office has closed weekends, so I called Monday to ask

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for a replacement. My husband's fob is fine, so we're
using that in the meantime. I get off work two
hours after he does, so he keeps the fob and
we agreed that he'll make sure he's at the apartment
when I get home so he can let me into
the building. I call him when I'm leaving work to
give him a heads up that i'll be at the
apartment in fifteen minutes. I leave work at the same

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time every day and have for the last four years.
Five pm today, I left work, called my husband, no answer.
I send him a text message, Hey, I'm on my
way home. I call him two more times on my
drive home, no answer. I arrive at the apartment and
his truck is in the lot, so I know he's home.
I stand in the entrance lobby and call him over

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and over. No answer, but I ended up locked out
for forty five minutes before another tenant was leaving and
let me into the building. I get up to the
apartment and my husband is playing Elden Ring on our
PlayStation with his headphones on apparently he bought it today.
I walk over tap him on his shoulder, visibly upset.
He gets that oh no, I messed up look on

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his face and rapes his headphones off. I calmly ask him,
what on earth, dude. He tells me he lost track
of time, totally forgot, etc. His phone was on silent
and across the room from him, thus why he didn't
answer the calls. I was upset, and I wanted to
avoid raising my voice or causing him blowout, so I
just tell him that was a jerk move, take the

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fob off his keychain, and leave it to go visit
my sister, which is where I am currently. My husband
is texting me, essentially saying I'm the jerk for taking
the fob, which means he can't leave the building without
getting locked out. I pointed out to him that he
left me locked out for forty five minutes, and that
he's at home with his game, and that as far
as I know, he had no plans to leave the

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apartment from what he had told me. My sister finds
this all hilarious, but does think maybe I was a
little too harsh taking the fob when I left. Personally,
I feel I was not the jerk, as I have
no issue with him gaming. I game myself. I have
issue that he left me locked out and standing in
the lobby for forty five minutes because he wasn't paying attention.

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Am I the jerk in fall? I didn't take the
fob to punish him. I took the fob as he
was still gaming when I left for my sisters, so
I took it in the event he became distracted and
left me locked out again, or in case I stayed
late hanging out with my sister and he fell asleep.
Info Two was advised to add this. My sister is
five minutes down the road from where we live. I

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took off the fob in front of him, told him
when I'd be home, and texted him when I got
to my sister's I'm not an hour away. In the
event of an emergency, I can be home asap. Keep
the fob. Your husband can find an imbued sword key
to let himself in and out. Not the jerk, my husband.
When I showed him this comment, I lost seventeen thousand

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runs to one of those earlier. Not sure he took
the right lesson. Not the jerk you are also leaving,
so why wouldn't you have taken the keyfob? Seriously, I
don't understand why people are saying she's punishing him. He
clearly has no intentions of leaving the apartment. Why would
she not bring it with her? Not the jerk, I
would be livid. It was a genuine mistake. So as

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long as you're not planning on being away with the
fob overnight or anything, you're fine. But taking it to
go for a visit to ensure you can get back
in later when he's just on the couch gaming is
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