August 10, 2025 • 32 mins
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Speaker 1 (00:00):
Hey there, mister Redder here, welcome back to another episode
of our slash entitled People's Stories. Our first story we'll
be reading today. Karen Nabor tries to steal my package.
Huge mistake. After that, am I the jerk for printing
out a map of the grocery store for my dad?
And after that, can't justify paying me? No problem. Now,
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for every thumbs up, this video gits one. Karen does
not get to steal her neighbor's package.
Speaker 2 (00:25):
But that's the highlight of my day.
Speaker 1 (00:28):
So please smash that like button and subscribe and turn
on notifications for new stories from Reddit every single day.
Karen Nabor tries to steal my package. Huge mistake. So
I had been waiting for my package that costs seven
hundred dollars, was waiting for it like a hawk. I
got a notification that the package was about two stops away,
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so I started watching live stream of my security camera
waiting for the guide to deliver it. Amazon guy came
and put a small envelope inside my mailbox, and I
saw him take my big to the neighbor across the street,
and I saw that he rang the doorbell. The neighbor
came out and they took it in. First, I thought, okay,
maybe it's not mine, so I checked my orders and
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it said delivered handed directly to resident. That's when I
knew it was, in fact my package. I decided to
wait about thirty minutes to give the neighbor a chance
to bring it back, to just drop it off at
my doorstep. But when I saw that she was not
returning my package, I got my coat on and went
straight to their house, rang the doorbell and said, Hi,
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I'm your neighbor from across the street. I saw that
Amazon dropped off my package to your house, and it
looks like they dropped off yours at mine. The woman
immediately said, oh, I was confused. I thought my husband
had ordered it. It was obvious she had every intention
to keep it. The package came in three boxes, a
really big one, another one sealed inside of it, and
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then another box the actual item inside of that second box.
To my surprise, she had already opened the boxes. I
don't believe for one second that she was confused. The
label had my name and address right next to the
part where she had to pull off the tape to
open the big box, So then she just wanted to
give me the box of the actual item, which thankfully
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was still sealed. I guess she didn't open that one
because she could see what it was and was probably
gonna wait to see if anyone would claim it, and
I said, no, I'm gonna need the other two boxes
as well in case I need to return it. I
watched her struggling to put all the boxes back into
the big box, and then she gave it to me.
I gave her her small envelope that Amazon dropped off
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at my house, untampered and sealed, and said thank you,
which I regret saying, because not one time did she
say sorry or thank you. I bet she's done this
before and just keeps packages that aren't hers, but the
audacity to receive the package and open it. Had she
lied and said she didn't receive it, I would have
shown her the security footage, but I gave her no
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option to say that she didn't receive it. Honestly. If
she had opened it by mistake and then brought it
back to me apologizing for opening the package because she
assumed it was hers, I would have been grateful and
said not to worry and thanked her for bringing it back.
I gave her the chance and the time to bring
it back, but she did not. Now I refer to
that house as the house of thieves. I'd also report
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the delivery driver that claimed it was delivered and handed
directly to resident, since it clearly wasn't.
Speaker 2 (03:27):
Op.
Speaker 1 (03:28):
Yeah, I already contacted Amazon. Do you have an HOA
you can report your neighbor to. There's no telling how
many other packages she's stolen like this. I can't believe
the audacity of some people who, in the right mind
would just keep a package that obviously isn't for them.
The driver himself really messed up, too, and I hope
you report him to Amazon. Every time I've reported a
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driver for being an idiot, I usually don't see them
delivering anymore after that, so I'm thinking they get replaced
once they get a complaint. I don't know where they
find these people, to be honest, they deserve the jump
scare they get from my fake rattlesnake that I leave
by the front door.
Speaker 2 (04:05):
Oh that is so not cool.
Speaker 1 (04:07):
Amazon drivers are the worst, Like, how hard is it
to check the address before you drop off a package.
I definitely report him to the higher ups and be
sure to follow up on it. I had a friend
that delivered for Amazon, and he said that drivers typically
suffer no consequences for their complaints unless you reach out
to corporate directly, which will usually result in them getting fired.
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Call me crazy, but what if she just didn't check
the label. Unless I'm expecting a package, I just assume
whatever arrives is from my wife, so I leave it
in the kitchen somewhere that she will see it. I
think you've been reading too many of these Reddit stories
and you might be assuming your neighbors are out to
get you. Reddit the place where being the voice of
reason gets you downloaded to heck, Well, who do you
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think is the jerk O BI or his neighbor? Please
let us know. Am I the jerk for printing out
a map of the grocery store for my dad?
Speaker 2 (04:59):
Hi?
Speaker 1 (05:00):
Eighteen, female and the only daughter in a family of
four boys fifteen, thirteen, ten, and eight. Our dad is
pretty much a single parent since he and our mom
divorced when the boys were younger, and mom lives out
of the country with her husband. It's more or less
become my job to be the mother two point zero,
which is fine. I guess I'm doing college online, so
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it's not like I wouldn't be home to do stuff anyway.
One of my unofficial jobs is to help my dad
grocery shop. I used to go with him to do it,
and I would make the list myself and I just
grab whatever we needed. But now that I drive the
boys around for their extra curriculars, and I'm busy with
school or chores when I'm not helping them, I really
don't have the time. I just started writing the list
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and giving it to my dad so he could go
out and get what we needed. Every single time this
man has gone to the grocery store by himself, he's
either completely forgotten about the list, remembered the list then
lost it, remembered the list but ignored it, or somehow
could not find more than half of the things on it.
It's hard to cook an actual dinner when literally half
of what he ends up bringing home his frozen meals
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and pasta sauce but no pasta.
Speaker 2 (06:06):
I've brought it.
Speaker 1 (06:07):
Up to him, but Dad keeps saying that if I
would just make time to go with him, or if
I went on my own, it would probably be easier
to get what we needed. I said that we could
switch jobs. So he takes the boys to their things
and I get groceries. But he said he doesn't know
their schedules and he wouldn't want to mess it up
for them. He said he'd go grocery shopping today and
asked me to go with him, but I was working
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on some stuff for my finals before I had to
drive the ten year old and the eight year old
to their practices, so I couldn't go. I started making
the list like I usually do, but because I didn't
want to end up with only half of what I
had put on there, I went and printed the layout
of the grocery store.
Speaker 2 (06:44):
I even went online and found.
Speaker 1 (06:45):
Out which aisle each product was supposed to be on,
and I color coded this stuff he needed to get.
I left it for him on the table and then
went to take the boys while I was doing school
work during their practice. My dad called me, asking why
I felt the need to color code of map for him,
like he was a toddler in need of specific instruction.
I replied, saying that I only thought the map might
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make it easier for him to find the things I
put on the list, since I also made sure that
everything was in stock online It's been hours since we've
gotten back home and he's very clearly upset with me.
But he did get this stuff on the list this time.
Speaker 2 (07:20):
I don't know.
Speaker 1 (07:21):
I think maybe I just made him feel like an
idiot and that's why he's upset. Was the map thing
a little too much?
Speaker 2 (07:28):
Not the jerk.
Speaker 1 (07:29):
Your dad is asking too much of you, and he's
avoiding his responsibility as the parent. He could and should
learn their schedules. He just doesn't want to. You should
have a serious talk with him about how he either
steps up or he hires help. Can't justify paying me
no problem. Just before lockdown, I worked for a small
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telecom company that did contract work for a national cell
carrier we'll call them crap Inc. And Big Wireless. I
was hired on as a full time employee for crab Ink,
along with every other technician, and we were not contractors.
Speaker 2 (08:04):
Important later. I was good at my job.
Speaker 1 (08:07):
I've been in the field for over twenty years, so
I knew my stuff and most problems were easy enough
to troubleshoot and repair. But sometimes we needed second tech
to help out with bigger issues, which is understandable in
our field. Crab Ink was shady unbeknownst to us at
the bottom of the ladder, but we were about to
find out. About four months in, new orders came down
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the chain that from henceforth we were to do double
trips on every ticket. This meant we had to drive
out with no parts, assess a problem, then make a
return trip with parts to fix it. Two trips equals
double pay for the company, even on simple things like
pushing a reset button. Two trips, no excuses. Then they
began cutting our hours, tracking our every move and redoing
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our timesheets after submitting it with the excuse of employees
are stealing time and we're going to prove it. The
latest rule was a good one. All employees must work
at least two tickets each day in order to be
considered for a full eight hours of pay and forty
hours per week.
Speaker 2 (09:08):
No ticket, no pay.
Speaker 1 (09:10):
With this, they began holding mandatory bi weekly meetings to
go over every minute of our trips, overlaying GPS data, timestamps,
travel distance, etc. They docked pay for gas, station stops,
bathroom breaks, phone calls, everything. They even tried to not
pay us for these very meetings because our trucks were
off and couldn't prove we were working. Buddy, I'm not
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a contractor. I'm a full time employee. Enter glorious malicious compliance.
See the thing is, I don't take too kindly to
people stealing from my paycheck and gaslighting me about it.
And apparently the other employees felt the same way. Give
me one solid night of prep work and I'll beat
you at your own game. The next weekend, I held
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a meeting of my own with the text, and after
some explanation, we all decided that the company was absolutely right.
Two trips, two tickets, every minute accounted for and the
GPS dated to prove it. Monday morning meeting rolls around
and every tech drove to the nearest site to have
our mandatory two hour meeting. The trucks aren't at home
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and running the entire time. Our daily tickets come in
and we drive directly to the site, idle for two
hours while we check out the problem, then do our
second trip to get the parts as instructed, and spend
two hours fixing it. Drive time not included. A second
daily ticket comes in and what's this? I can't seem to.
Speaker 2 (10:33):
Figure out the problem.
Speaker 1 (10:34):
I guess I'll have to call another tech who only
had one ticket to help me.
Speaker 2 (10:39):
Glad he was free.
Speaker 1 (10:40):
Let's ponder this problem for two hours while wasting fuel.
Now we need parts. Looks like we both have to
go get them. Return trip complete another two hours to
fix the problem. Let's see how we did. First ticket
two hours assessment plus one hour travel time GPS logged.
Two hour return trip plus one hour travel time GPS logged.
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Second ticket, same thing, all logged. Hey, boss, crab Inc.
Owes every tech sixty four hours of work this week.
Let's check the math in GPS logs just to be sure.
Oh and for some reason, the fuel expenses went up.
But at least we have the GPS stata you need
for our extremely accurate PowerPoint presentation update per request.
Speaker 2 (11:24):
Crab Inc.
Speaker 1 (11:24):
Folded from embezzlement misappropriation of lockdown funds ensued by Big
Wireless for two trips no excuse. Among other things, there
were a few jail sentences handed out. Not sure if
anyone got a piece of that pie. Am I the
jerk for giving my future mother in law an ultimatum
around pain for our wedding venue. I Victoria thirty two
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female and marrying Alex forty eight male, in twenty twenty four.
We live on the East Coast, but are both from
the southern United States, and Alex's family is essentially royalty
in their hometown. His parents have a very visible local business,
sponsor kids sports teams, tithe heavily in church, and have
their own jingle in commercials. Alex's mother, Freda, decided right
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away that I'm a gold digger because I come from
a tiny town that she refers to as a patch
of dirt in the middle of nowhere, and my government salary,
which is public record, is less than half of Alex's,
though we're both government attorneys. She constantly goes between making
digs about my bland wardrobe to making a big deal
out of buying me things like coffee and implying that
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I should be grateful that she and his father fred
are so generous and can do things like host us
over the holidays. At Thanksgiving, Alex and I said that
we were close to finding a venue, but the one
we were looking at had quoted us twenty five thousand dollars,
which we didn't want to pay, not because we didn't
have the money, but because it was just out of
our stated budget. Freda immediately said that of course Alex
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wouldn't want to pay that since he'd be paying all
by himself, and made a show of telling us that
she and Fred would for the wedding. At the same time,
they said that they expected us to get a pre
nup because Alex needed to protect himself and his family
in case anything happened. We were going to do one anyway,
so we shrugged and agreed. Freda immediately began telling everyone
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in town that she and fred were paying for the
whole wedding, and people kept coming up to me with
thinly disguised sympathy to say how nice it must be
to have a dream wedding. Due to Freda's generosity, Alex
and I engaged counsel and have been passing our pre
nup between ourselves and our lawyers. Frieda pestered Alex about
it so much that he finally told her the hold
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up is with my counsel because my assets are more
complicated to deal with than his. Even though he's told
her before that I'm not a gold digger and didn't
need his money, it apparently didn't sink in until now.
She looked up everything from my property records to salary
scales at my old big law firm and apparently realized
that I'm worth nearly as much as she and Fred are.
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When she confronted me, I that she could either pay
for the venue and I would continue to publicly agree
with everyone that she was being generous to her new
daughter in law, or that she could back out we
had change venues, and then I'd explain to everyone that
she thought I had too much money. She hates both
of these options, since one involves losing money she thought
she could lord over me, and the other involves losing
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face since she told everyone in town I don't have
any money and I'm after Alex's. So she ran off
to bed with a migrain. Alex thinks I'm being too
harsh on her, but I'm not so sure. Not the jerk,
but you have to seriously consider marrying into a family
like this. What you need to find out is where
Alex stands with his parents and what his values are
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versus theirs. Is he a mama's boy that lets his
mom make all the decisions for him and he defers
all decisions.
Speaker 2 (14:48):
To her and his father.
Speaker 1 (14:49):
If he does, then you really need to think twice
about marrying him, he needs to cut the apron strings
and back you as his wife future wife. You basically
need to know that he will have your back and
will stand up for you, and even to the point
where he will limit contact with his parents if they
manipulate in gaslight? What do you think is going to
happen when you have kids? Is grandma deciding how to
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bring up your own kids? Does Alex have any siblings
with kids? What's their relationship with his parents? Have you
spent time with them to get an idea of how
controlling everyone is? Or do the kids parents decide how
they want to parent their kids. Has Alex been married
before or had a long term relationship? Does he have
any kids? He's not old, but he's not young either.
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Does he want any? Do you the ultimatum you gave
your mother in law is neither here nor there. It's
a lot of money, but may not be a lot
if you're rich. It's the marriage that's important. If mother
in law wants to plan your wedding as though it
was hers, perhaps having an earlier, small wedding and a
location that's important to you is something worth considering. Even
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e loping you don't want someone else taking over. Even
if you win against your mother in law when it
comes to wedding decisions, can you be so sure that
she won't try and sabotage it, or that she'll wear
black and a dour demeanor when making everyone around her
miserable on your wedding day? This should take about two years.
I work as a compliance officer at a company that
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needs to prove compliance to a government body and a
certifying body. Our processes are designed in order to create
that evidence. When I joined the company, I quickly noticed
that the product development teams were not going by the process,
and we're not documenting and generating the required evidence. I
went to talk to their manager about it, and he
told me we are very busy and we will get
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to it when we can. I explain to him that
this project has been going on for two years already
and will be done in fourteen months. You cannot retroactively
go back in time and try to create two years
worth of evidence. He replied, your stuff is not real issues,
and I'm only concerned if there is a problem with
a product. I explain to him that without this evidence,
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we cannot certify the product and put it on the market.
He smirked and said, that's your problem now, Oh, isn't
it do your worst. I admit a part of me
wanted to resign after that conversation to avoid being associated
with a potentially bad product or a failure to launch.
Then it hit me, as part of the process, we
should raise non compliances as issues in the system. So
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I went to work. I reviewed all of their work
and evidence, and anything that was wrong or missing, I
logged an issue against I raised nearly two thousand issues
and had been reporting them to the VP and president
of the company. He came screaming to me and threatened
if I don't stop and put them as tasks for
me to complete instead of issues, he will have me fired.
Speaker 2 (17:38):
I refused.
Speaker 1 (17:39):
A week later, we were having a meeting with my boss,
his boss, the VP, and the president. He and his
boss went on a rant about how I was trying
to destroy the project and make us miss our timelines,
and how I should take ownership of making us compliant.
I replied, I'm just following the processes and regulations. But
if you really want me to change these issues to task,
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I don't mind, but we need to do it the
right way. I went on to explain that they need
to submit the change request, which will need to be
reviewed and approved by a panel. Of course, their request
will drive changes to our processes, so it will need
to go to the Governance Board. These changes will go
against regulations, so we will need to file for an
exemption before we implement them. Assuming we receive it, we
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will have to update and release all our processes again,
which we do only in July. This meeting happened in August.
After that I can go change all of the issues
to tasks. Since I'm not working on the product, I'll
need members of their teams to be freed up over
two years so I can document the work. They fail
to document. This whole thing should take about two years.
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Until then I would have to hold them to the
current process, assuming, of course, we receive the exemption. My boss,
the VP, and president were all chuckling as the other
guy's faces turned red in anger. They started to scream
at me, but the president stopped them and ordered them
to comply and he will personally check it happened. Since
they were riding their teams hard and committed to aggressive timelines,
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the team ignored the documentation. Still, they both got fired
and replaced, and the president negotiated different timelines with the
customer and paid for the late fees. I don't care
if you have a kid at home. Mine needs it more. First,
a little backstory. My wife female thirty two, and I'm male,
thirty six, had our first kid this year, a heck
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of a year for a kid that needs to have formula,
let alone that formula having to be sensitive. We're always
searching everywhere near us for formula every time that we
start running low, and usually we'll try to grab two
of the largest containers we can get, making sure to
keep within this store's guidelines on how many they will
let customers have. I want to feed my kid, but
I don't want to take from others who may need
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it also, so that way we can make sure that
we always have food for him. Which leads me to
the beginning of the week. We were searching again because
our stores were running low and we would need more
before the middle of the week. Searches for generic Sensitive
were leading us to maybe having to take a trip
out of state just so that we can feed our son.
We checked one more time through the Walmart app and
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in one of the locations in our town they had
the formula. I rushed over to the store, hoping that
they had not sold out. I got there and luckily
they had it. I grabbed two and called my wife
to see if she wanted me to get more. They
had ten in total, and the store had a limit
of six. She told me to only get two because
she didn't want to have others do without. So I
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hung up and put them into my cart. When I did,
I heard the most shrill what do you think you're doing?
I turn around and I see a woman who looks
older than me. I could be wrong. I've always been
kind of crap at guessing ages. She says to give
the formula to her because she needed it for her kid,
and I must be reselling it. I looked at her
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and nervous, laugh a little, and say, no, I have
a son and he needs this formula. She just replied
to me that she doesn't give a hoot and that
her baby needs it more. I look at her and say, no,
I'm taking this because my son needs it. There are
eight more on the shelf and the limit is six
to be fair to others. She's having none of it,
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pushing to my cart to take my son's food. I
made sure to protect it and made sure to move
the cart in a way that she couldn't act like
I was being aggressive and trying to get her. I'm
a bigger guy, and some would call me scary intimidating
because I have a resting jerkface. This set her off
and she started screaming that I was stealing from her
and her kid, that I wanted her kid to starve
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because I was just reselling the formula. I walked away
before I would lose my cool, and she started following
me through the store, trying to get people to force
me to give her the formula that she needed so badly.
She finally found a manager and started trying to keep
me there. I simply said that I am within the limit,
and while she was focused on them, I booked it.
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She must have looked around and couldn't find me, because
she started screaming and I heard how loud she was
while people were heading towards her. I calmly, but with
a little faster pace, made my way to the checkout
and paid with my son's food. I got in my
car and laid low for a few seconds, not knowing
if she found me and kept following. As I was
pulling out of my spot, in my rearview mirror, I
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saw her running out of the front door, looking wildly
to see if I was still there. I pulled out
of there while calling my wife to tell her all
about this, and it looked like she was seething. All
I have to say is thank God that the wal
Mart is on the opposite side of town. I do
kind of feel a little bad because in the back
of my mind I have the thoughts of what if
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they really needed it? But I have to feed my son.
It's my responsibility as a parent. I got you a souvenir.
Oh yeah, well I got you fired from the post
office background. Sit back and enjoy a story about some
revenge I achieved at the US Postal Service back in
the nineteen nineties that cost a bullying full time carrier
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his union job. In summer of nineteen ninety one, I
found a summer job as a casual carrier for the
US Post Office. They used to hire summer tempts to
cover for all the full time carriers who mostly took
their vacations in the summer. The USPS had has rules
that things have to be delivered within certain time windows.
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People could get fired if they took too long to
do tasks. Carriers were both openly and secretly monitored and
timed on tasks, and we had the first computerized time
system I ever saw. They would be secretly followed a
few times per year to be sure they were working
hard the entire time they were outside the post office.
The post office building even had secret back hallways, passive
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sound monitoring, and hidden raised viewing areas where they could
see the sorting floor unobserved. Cameras and microphones were really
expensive back then, so this was all done using tricky
architecture and the eyes and ears of the postal inspectors.
We were supposed to walk over and punch in and
out of tasks so that they could track productigs to
this second, people walking a delivery route were expected to
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do it fast, and better routes went to faster carriers.
Slow carriers got mercilessly hassled to be faster and were
disciplined for slowness. Pre Internet, there used to be a
huge volume of mail that got shuffled around the country
every day, quantities of mail that you would find hard
to believe compared to what we see now. I was
a broke college student home for the summer and was
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willing to work any hours they gave me, so the
supervisors liked me. I was also very friendly with most
of the full time carriers because I was a good
worker and didn't rock the boat. Also the other reasons
that you'll see below. I'm a fairly big guy six
foot five or one hundred ninety five centimeters about two
hundred ten pounds back then, and I could carry a
lot of weight, so that also made management happy. I
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was also in my early twenties with long legs, so
I could move fast carrying a lot of weight. Sorting
mail back then was labor intensive and took a lot
of time to learn. I had a regular route that
I would delver in the afternoons that was sorted by
irregular I would usually do odd ball delivery stuff in
the mornings, help move heavy things around, do special deliveries,
et cetera. I would also deliver for full time carriers
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that went on vacation or whose T six was on vacation.
Side note, mail delivery is six times per week, but
full time carriers only work five days per week. The
T six is a full time carrier who did the
sixth day for five routes. That way, it worked out
that everyone only worked five days per week. At the time,
a lot of retail catalogs were mailed to houses, a
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lot of them, some were substantially bigger than current magazines.
We also delivered magazines, ads, packages.
Speaker 2 (25:40):
And samples.
Speaker 1 (25:41):
A lot of companies would mail free samples of products
like laundry, detergent, shampoo, and other liquids to be delivered
to every.
Speaker 2 (25:48):
House on the route.
Speaker 1 (25:50):
These were the bane of the carrier's existence because they
were bulky and heavy. This slows you down and is
physically taxing. Usually carriers would divide the very heavy stuff
up and deliver it throughout the week onto the revenge.
I was assigned to do the T six work for Dave.
Name changed for a few months. Oh Dave picture a
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failed fizz ed teacher in his forties, bad mustache, around
five foot seven, wore knockoff sunglasses like magnum p eyes,
and had an opinion about everything. Dave learns he has
me as his T six and decides he will leave
all of the heavy stuff for me. So once a
week I got confronted with the entire week's worth of
heavy mail for this jerk's route. I confronted him about it,
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and he basically laughed and said there was nothing I
could do about it. The other full time carriers didn't
like Dave much, but I was a temp and he
was there permanently, so I was encouraged to just suck
it up. I went to our boss and escalated to
our postmaster, but was told that he was full time
and I was a temp, so I just had to
deal with it. If the mail needed to be delivered
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that day to meet the deadline, I had to make
it happen. The postmaster's exact words were, just deliver every
piece of mail for the route as fast as you can,
and don't worry about the time it takes or anything else.
You're making huge overtime on this route. They did talk
to Dave and the most egregious stuff stopped, but I
was still doing most of the hard work on this route.
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I mentioned earlier that everyone was always on the clock
and tracked in my first week. Some of the nicer
people took me aside at the beginning of the summer
and made it clear to me that I was not
to move quickly when delivering full time carriers routes because
it could make them look bad and cause trouble for them.
As a temp, I should always take longer than the
full time carriers because one, my job was limited and
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the usps did not really track TEMs closely. Two, I
had zero experience, so everything should take me longer. Three,
this was a union shop and they would hate to
have to kick my butt for messing up their jobs.
And four, most of these people were awesome and I
wanted to be a team player, so I was incentivized
to move slowly and not make the full time people
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look bad. Side note, I am very pro union and
pro labor, so this is not intended to knock unions,
but the context is needed. I decided to wreck Dave's
job since he was such a bullying little tool. I
requisition two additional mail carrier bags. These are the over
the shoulder satchels you see all the time. I was
asked why, and I specifically told them it was to
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be able to carry all of the heavy items on
Dave's route without having to keep going back to my
jeep to reload along the way. The postmaster personally approved
it after doing Dave's route one to three times per week.
He called in sick a lot too. For a few weeks,
I knew it very well and was staying on top
of the heavy stuff. Once I was comfortable with the route,
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I started running it. I would literally load up three
mail bags for each segment of the route and jog
or run his entire route. Dave's route took him about
four and a half hours per day to walk. This
was probably accurate for him, and he had been on
the route for several years.
Speaker 2 (28:56):
I would finish it in three.
Speaker 1 (28:57):
Hours or less every day, rain or shot, no matter
how many magazine samples or packages were waiting. No one
really noticed I was coming back so quickly and punching
back out of delivering his route when I was only
doing it a few times per week. I would come back,
pick up the other work and get that done. The
fund started when Dave took a two week vacation and
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I handled his route six days per week. Since I
was doing the work right, there was never a backlog
of heavy items landing on me once per week. This
made it even easier to jog or run his route,
as I was back to using one mail bag and
fast walking slash jogging was enough to get it done quickly.
I frequently got it done in under three hours and
never took longer than about three and a half hours.
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My personal best was under two and a half hours.
I got pulled aside by my supervisor and the postmaster
after the first week. They asked me about my time
keeping practices, and I confirmed that I was doing things correctly.
I would punch into his route on departure, keep the
appropriate logs, and punch back in when I got back.
Postmaster then asked me about Dave's route.
Speaker 2 (30:02):
I played completely dumb.
Speaker 1 (30:04):
He noted that I complained about the mail volume several
weeks ago and that I used to take six or
seven or more hours to get it delivered. I explained
that I was spreading the heavier deliveries out over the
whole week and that had really made a difference. He
asked me if I was really delivering all the mail,
and whether I was hiding or throwing away mail, a
serious problem if true. I got very offended and told
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him I delivered every piece of mail for the route
every day.
Speaker 2 (30:29):
Then I dropped the bomb.
Speaker 1 (30:31):
I told him I was having trouble understanding why this
route was budgeted four and a half hours to deliver,
when it clearly could be done much faster than that.
I pointed out that it was a lot of dense
multi family housing, which means less walking. I told him
lots of people on the route seem surprised that I
did not want a soda pop or to sit down
and talk for a minute like Dave always did with them.
Speaker 2 (30:52):
Pure lies, all.
Speaker 1 (30:54):
In my innocent gosh, I want to help the USPS voice.
I told the postmaster that I was delivering all the
mail as fast as I could and not worrying about
anything else. I jogged the route again for the next
six days and kept getting it done in much less
time than Dave. Dave did not know about any of this.
He made a point of finding me on his first
day back to ask how I enjoyed doing all the
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hard work for him while he was vacationing. I told
him I'd learned a lesson about how to treat your coworkers.
He laughed at me and went back to sorting mail.
He came back a few minutes later and said he
got me a souvenir. He then pulled his long finger
out of his pocket. Classic Dave. That was my last
week at the USPS, and I headed back to college.
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I kept in touch with some of my friends I
had made there, and one of them was very happy
to tell me that Dave was fired about two months
after I left due to the massive discrepancy and how
long it took me and him to deliver the route.
The higher ups audited his route and discovered that he
actually was lollygagging, taking unauthorized breaks, and apparently having an
affair with a woman on his route, all on the clock. I,
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on the other hand, was in great physical shape after
all that running and had pockets full of cash for
that semester. His regular T six also got most of
the heavy stuff dumped on her, so she didn't get
into any trouble for her delivery times because she was
swamped with heavy mail on her day. She actually bid
for and got the route full time when Dave was
shown the door. I have more stories of my glorious
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summer at the USPS, but crushing Dave is one of
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You won't believe what Karen does in that one
Hey there, mister Redder here, welcome back to another episode
of our slash entitled People's Stories. Our first story we'll
be reading today. Karen Nabor tries to steal my package.
Huge mistake. After that, am I the jerk for printing
out a map of the grocery store for my dad?
And after that, can't justify paying me? No problem. Now,
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for every thumbs up, this video gits one. Karen does
not get to steal her neighbor's package.
Speaker 2 (00:25):
But that's the highlight of my day.
Speaker 1 (00:28):
So please smash that like button and subscribe and turn
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Karen Nabor tries to steal my package. Huge mistake. So
I had been waiting for my package that costs seven
hundred dollars, was waiting for it like a hawk. I
got a notification that the package was about two stops away,
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so I started watching live stream of my security camera
waiting for the guide to deliver it. Amazon guy came
and put a small envelope inside my mailbox, and I
saw him take my big to the neighbor across the street,
and I saw that he rang the doorbell. The neighbor
came out and they took it in. First, I thought, okay,
maybe it's not mine, so I checked my orders and
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it said delivered handed directly to resident. That's when I
knew it was, in fact my package. I decided to
wait about thirty minutes to give the neighbor a chance
to bring it back, to just drop it off at
my doorstep. But when I saw that she was not
returning my package, I got my coat on and went
straight to their house, rang the doorbell and said, Hi,
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I'm your neighbor from across the street. I saw that
Amazon dropped off my package to your house, and it
looks like they dropped off yours at mine. The woman
immediately said, oh, I was confused. I thought my husband
had ordered it. It was obvious she had every intention
to keep it. The package came in three boxes, a
really big one, another one sealed inside of it, and
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then another box the actual item inside of that second box.
To my surprise, she had already opened the boxes. I
don't believe for one second that she was confused. The
label had my name and address right next to the
part where she had to pull off the tape to
open the big box, So then she just wanted to
give me the box of the actual item, which thankfully
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was still sealed. I guess she didn't open that one
because she could see what it was and was probably
gonna wait to see if anyone would claim it, and
I said, no, I'm gonna need the other two boxes
as well in case I need to return it. I
watched her struggling to put all the boxes back into
the big box, and then she gave it to me.
I gave her her small envelope that Amazon dropped off
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at my house, untampered and sealed, and said thank you,
which I regret saying, because not one time did she
say sorry or thank you. I bet she's done this
before and just keeps packages that aren't hers, but the
audacity to receive the package and open it. Had she
lied and said she didn't receive it, I would have
shown her the security footage, but I gave her no
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option to say that she didn't receive it. Honestly. If
she had opened it by mistake and then brought it
back to me apologizing for opening the package because she
assumed it was hers, I would have been grateful and
said not to worry and thanked her for bringing it back.
I gave her the chance and the time to bring
it back, but she did not. Now I refer to
that house as the house of thieves. I'd also report
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the delivery driver that claimed it was delivered and handed
directly to resident, since it clearly wasn't.
Speaker 2 (03:27):
Op.
Speaker 1 (03:28):
Yeah, I already contacted Amazon. Do you have an HOA
you can report your neighbor to. There's no telling how
many other packages she's stolen like this. I can't believe
the audacity of some people who, in the right mind
would just keep a package that obviously isn't for them.
The driver himself really messed up, too, and I hope
you report him to Amazon. Every time I've reported a
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driver for being an idiot, I usually don't see them
delivering anymore after that, so I'm thinking they get replaced
once they get a complaint. I don't know where they
find these people, to be honest, they deserve the jump
scare they get from my fake rattlesnake that I leave
by the front door.
Speaker 2 (04:05):
Oh that is so not cool.
Speaker 1 (04:07):
Amazon drivers are the worst, Like, how hard is it
to check the address before you drop off a package.
I definitely report him to the higher ups and be
sure to follow up on it. I had a friend
that delivered for Amazon, and he said that drivers typically
suffer no consequences for their complaints unless you reach out
to corporate directly, which will usually result in them getting fired.
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Call me crazy, but what if she just didn't check
the label. Unless I'm expecting a package, I just assume
whatever arrives is from my wife, so I leave it
in the kitchen somewhere that she will see it. I
think you've been reading too many of these Reddit stories
and you might be assuming your neighbors are out to
get you. Reddit the place where being the voice of
reason gets you downloaded to heck, Well, who do you
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think is the jerk O BI or his neighbor? Please
let us know. Am I the jerk for printing out
a map of the grocery store for my dad?
Speaker 2 (04:59):
Hi?
Speaker 1 (05:00):
Eighteen, female and the only daughter in a family of
four boys fifteen, thirteen, ten, and eight. Our dad is
pretty much a single parent since he and our mom
divorced when the boys were younger, and mom lives out
of the country with her husband. It's more or less
become my job to be the mother two point zero,
which is fine. I guess I'm doing college online, so
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it's not like I wouldn't be home to do stuff anyway.
One of my unofficial jobs is to help my dad
grocery shop. I used to go with him to do it,
and I would make the list myself and I just
grab whatever we needed. But now that I drive the
boys around for their extra curriculars, and I'm busy with
school or chores when I'm not helping them, I really
don't have the time. I just started writing the list
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and giving it to my dad so he could go
out and get what we needed. Every single time this
man has gone to the grocery store by himself, he's
either completely forgotten about the list, remembered the list then
lost it, remembered the list but ignored it, or somehow
could not find more than half of the things on it.
It's hard to cook an actual dinner when literally half
of what he ends up bringing home his frozen meals
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and pasta sauce but no pasta.
Speaker 2 (06:06):
I've brought it.
Speaker 1 (06:07):
Up to him, but Dad keeps saying that if I
would just make time to go with him, or if
I went on my own, it would probably be easier
to get what we needed. I said that we could
switch jobs. So he takes the boys to their things
and I get groceries. But he said he doesn't know
their schedules and he wouldn't want to mess it up
for them. He said he'd go grocery shopping today and
asked me to go with him, but I was working
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on some stuff for my finals before I had to
drive the ten year old and the eight year old
to their practices, so I couldn't go. I started making
the list like I usually do, but because I didn't
want to end up with only half of what I
had put on there, I went and printed the layout
of the grocery store.
Speaker 2 (06:44):
I even went online and found.
Speaker 1 (06:45):
Out which aisle each product was supposed to be on,
and I color coded this stuff he needed to get.
I left it for him on the table and then
went to take the boys while I was doing school
work during their practice. My dad called me, asking why
I felt the need to color code of map for him,
like he was a toddler in need of specific instruction.
I replied, saying that I only thought the map might
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make it easier for him to find the things I
put on the list, since I also made sure that
everything was in stock online It's been hours since we've
gotten back home and he's very clearly upset with me.
But he did get this stuff on the list this time.
Speaker 2 (07:20):
I don't know.
Speaker 1 (07:21):
I think maybe I just made him feel like an
idiot and that's why he's upset. Was the map thing
a little too much?
Speaker 2 (07:28):
Not the jerk.
Speaker 1 (07:29):
Your dad is asking too much of you, and he's
avoiding his responsibility as the parent. He could and should
learn their schedules. He just doesn't want to. You should
have a serious talk with him about how he either
steps up or he hires help. Can't justify paying me
no problem. Just before lockdown, I worked for a small
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telecom company that did contract work for a national cell
carrier we'll call them crap Inc. And Big Wireless. I
was hired on as a full time employee for crab Ink,
along with every other technician, and we were not contractors.
Speaker 2 (08:04):
Important later. I was good at my job.
Speaker 1 (08:07):
I've been in the field for over twenty years, so
I knew my stuff and most problems were easy enough
to troubleshoot and repair. But sometimes we needed second tech
to help out with bigger issues, which is understandable in
our field. Crab Ink was shady unbeknownst to us at
the bottom of the ladder, but we were about to
find out. About four months in, new orders came down
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the chain that from henceforth we were to do double
trips on every ticket. This meant we had to drive
out with no parts, assess a problem, then make a
return trip with parts to fix it. Two trips equals
double pay for the company, even on simple things like
pushing a reset button. Two trips, no excuses. Then they
began cutting our hours, tracking our every move and redoing
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our timesheets after submitting it with the excuse of employees
are stealing time and we're going to prove it. The
latest rule was a good one. All employees must work
at least two tickets each day in order to be
considered for a full eight hours of pay and forty
hours per week.
Speaker 2 (09:08):
No ticket, no pay.
Speaker 1 (09:10):
With this, they began holding mandatory bi weekly meetings to
go over every minute of our trips, overlaying GPS data, timestamps,
travel distance, etc. They docked pay for gas, station stops,
bathroom breaks, phone calls, everything. They even tried to not
pay us for these very meetings because our trucks were
off and couldn't prove we were working. Buddy, I'm not
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a contractor. I'm a full time employee. Enter glorious malicious compliance.
See the thing is, I don't take too kindly to
people stealing from my paycheck and gaslighting me about it.
And apparently the other employees felt the same way. Give
me one solid night of prep work and I'll beat
you at your own game. The next weekend, I held
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a meeting of my own with the text, and after
some explanation, we all decided that the company was absolutely right.
Two trips, two tickets, every minute accounted for and the
GPS dated to prove it. Monday morning meeting rolls around
and every tech drove to the nearest site to have
our mandatory two hour meeting. The trucks aren't at home
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and running the entire time. Our daily tickets come in
and we drive directly to the site, idle for two
hours while we check out the problem, then do our
second trip to get the parts as instructed, and spend
two hours fixing it. Drive time not included. A second
daily ticket comes in and what's this? I can't seem to.
Speaker 2 (10:33):
Figure out the problem.
Speaker 1 (10:34):
I guess I'll have to call another tech who only
had one ticket to help me.
Speaker 2 (10:39):
Glad he was free.
Speaker 1 (10:40):
Let's ponder this problem for two hours while wasting fuel.
Now we need parts. Looks like we both have to
go get them. Return trip complete another two hours to
fix the problem. Let's see how we did. First ticket
two hours assessment plus one hour travel time GPS logged.
Two hour return trip plus one hour travel time GPS logged.
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Second ticket, same thing, all logged. Hey, boss, crab Inc.
Owes every tech sixty four hours of work this week.
Let's check the math in GPS logs just to be sure.
Oh and for some reason, the fuel expenses went up.
But at least we have the GPS stata you need
for our extremely accurate PowerPoint presentation update per request.
Speaker 2 (11:24):
Crab Inc.
Speaker 1 (11:24):
Folded from embezzlement misappropriation of lockdown funds ensued by Big
Wireless for two trips no excuse. Among other things, there
were a few jail sentences handed out. Not sure if
anyone got a piece of that pie. Am I the
jerk for giving my future mother in law an ultimatum
around pain for our wedding venue. I Victoria thirty two
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female and marrying Alex forty eight male, in twenty twenty four.
We live on the East Coast, but are both from
the southern United States, and Alex's family is essentially royalty
in their hometown. His parents have a very visible local business,
sponsor kids sports teams, tithe heavily in church, and have
their own jingle in commercials. Alex's mother, Freda, decided right
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away that I'm a gold digger because I come from
a tiny town that she refers to as a patch
of dirt in the middle of nowhere, and my government salary,
which is public record, is less than half of Alex's,
though we're both government attorneys. She constantly goes between making
digs about my bland wardrobe to making a big deal
out of buying me things like coffee and implying that
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I should be grateful that she and his father fred
are so generous and can do things like host us
over the holidays. At Thanksgiving, Alex and I said that
we were close to finding a venue, but the one
we were looking at had quoted us twenty five thousand dollars,
which we didn't want to pay, not because we didn't
have the money, but because it was just out of
our stated budget. Freda immediately said that of course Alex
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wouldn't want to pay that since he'd be paying all
by himself, and made a show of telling us that
she and Fred would for the wedding. At the same time,
they said that they expected us to get a pre
nup because Alex needed to protect himself and his family
in case anything happened. We were going to do one anyway,
so we shrugged and agreed. Freda immediately began telling everyone
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in town that she and fred were paying for the
whole wedding, and people kept coming up to me with
thinly disguised sympathy to say how nice it must be
to have a dream wedding. Due to Freda's generosity, Alex
and I engaged counsel and have been passing our pre
nup between ourselves and our lawyers. Frieda pestered Alex about
it so much that he finally told her the hold
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up is with my counsel because my assets are more
complicated to deal with than his. Even though he's told
her before that I'm not a gold digger and didn't
need his money, it apparently didn't sink in until now.
She looked up everything from my property records to salary
scales at my old big law firm and apparently realized
that I'm worth nearly as much as she and Fred are.
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When she confronted me, I that she could either pay
for the venue and I would continue to publicly agree
with everyone that she was being generous to her new
daughter in law, or that she could back out we
had change venues, and then I'd explain to everyone that
she thought I had too much money. She hates both
of these options, since one involves losing money she thought
she could lord over me, and the other involves losing
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face since she told everyone in town I don't have
any money and I'm after Alex's. So she ran off
to bed with a migrain. Alex thinks I'm being too
harsh on her, but I'm not so sure. Not the jerk,
but you have to seriously consider marrying into a family
like this. What you need to find out is where
Alex stands with his parents and what his values are
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versus theirs. Is he a mama's boy that lets his
mom make all the decisions for him and he defers
all decisions.
Speaker 2 (14:48):
To her and his father.
Speaker 1 (14:49):
If he does, then you really need to think twice
about marrying him, he needs to cut the apron strings
and back you as his wife future wife. You basically
need to know that he will have your back and
will stand up for you, and even to the point
where he will limit contact with his parents if they
manipulate in gaslight? What do you think is going to
happen when you have kids? Is grandma deciding how to
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bring up your own kids? Does Alex have any siblings
with kids? What's their relationship with his parents? Have you
spent time with them to get an idea of how
controlling everyone is? Or do the kids parents decide how
they want to parent their kids. Has Alex been married
before or had a long term relationship? Does he have
any kids? He's not old, but he's not young either.
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Does he want any? Do you the ultimatum you gave
your mother in law is neither here nor there. It's
a lot of money, but may not be a lot
if you're rich. It's the marriage that's important. If mother
in law wants to plan your wedding as though it
was hers, perhaps having an earlier, small wedding and a
location that's important to you is something worth considering. Even
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e loping you don't want someone else taking over. Even
if you win against your mother in law when it
comes to wedding decisions, can you be so sure that
she won't try and sabotage it, or that she'll wear
black and a dour demeanor when making everyone around her
miserable on your wedding day? This should take about two years.
I work as a compliance officer at a company that
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needs to prove compliance to a government body and a
certifying body. Our processes are designed in order to create
that evidence. When I joined the company, I quickly noticed
that the product development teams were not going by the process,
and we're not documenting and generating the required evidence. I
went to talk to their manager about it, and he
told me we are very busy and we will get
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to it when we can. I explain to him that
this project has been going on for two years already
and will be done in fourteen months. You cannot retroactively
go back in time and try to create two years
worth of evidence. He replied, your stuff is not real issues,
and I'm only concerned if there is a problem with
a product. I explain to him that without this evidence,
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we cannot certify the product and put it on the market.
He smirked and said, that's your problem now, Oh, isn't
it do your worst. I admit a part of me
wanted to resign after that conversation to avoid being associated
with a potentially bad product or a failure to launch.
Then it hit me, as part of the process, we
should raise non compliances as issues in the system. So
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I went to work. I reviewed all of their work
and evidence, and anything that was wrong or missing, I
logged an issue against I raised nearly two thousand issues
and had been reporting them to the VP and president
of the company. He came screaming to me and threatened
if I don't stop and put them as tasks for
me to complete instead of issues, he will have me fired.
Speaker 2 (17:38):
I refused.
Speaker 1 (17:39):
A week later, we were having a meeting with my boss,
his boss, the VP, and the president. He and his
boss went on a rant about how I was trying
to destroy the project and make us miss our timelines,
and how I should take ownership of making us compliant.
I replied, I'm just following the processes and regulations. But
if you really want me to change these issues to task,
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I don't mind, but we need to do it the
right way. I went on to explain that they need
to submit the change request, which will need to be
reviewed and approved by a panel. Of course, their request
will drive changes to our processes, so it will need
to go to the Governance Board. These changes will go
against regulations, so we will need to file for an
exemption before we implement them. Assuming we receive it, we
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will have to update and release all our processes again,
which we do only in July. This meeting happened in August.
After that I can go change all of the issues
to tasks. Since I'm not working on the product, I'll
need members of their teams to be freed up over
two years so I can document the work. They fail
to document. This whole thing should take about two years.
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Until then I would have to hold them to the
current process, assuming, of course, we receive the exemption. My boss,
the VP, and president were all chuckling as the other
guy's faces turned red in anger. They started to scream
at me, but the president stopped them and ordered them
to comply and he will personally check it happened. Since
they were riding their teams hard and committed to aggressive timelines,
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the team ignored the documentation. Still, they both got fired
and replaced, and the president negotiated different timelines with the
customer and paid for the late fees. I don't care
if you have a kid at home. Mine needs it more. First,
a little backstory. My wife female thirty two, and I'm male,
thirty six, had our first kid this year, a heck
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of a year for a kid that needs to have formula,
let alone that formula having to be sensitive. We're always
searching everywhere near us for formula every time that we
start running low, and usually we'll try to grab two
of the largest containers we can get, making sure to
keep within this store's guidelines on how many they will
let customers have. I want to feed my kid, but
I don't want to take from others who may need
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it also, so that way we can make sure that
we always have food for him. Which leads me to
the beginning of the week. We were searching again because
our stores were running low and we would need more
before the middle of the week. Searches for generic Sensitive
were leading us to maybe having to take a trip
out of state just so that we can feed our son.
We checked one more time through the Walmart app and
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in one of the locations in our town they had
the formula. I rushed over to the store, hoping that
they had not sold out. I got there and luckily
they had it. I grabbed two and called my wife
to see if she wanted me to get more. They
had ten in total, and the store had a limit
of six. She told me to only get two because
she didn't want to have others do without. So I
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hung up and put them into my cart. When I did,
I heard the most shrill what do you think you're doing?
I turn around and I see a woman who looks
older than me. I could be wrong. I've always been
kind of crap at guessing ages. She says to give
the formula to her because she needed it for her kid,
and I must be reselling it. I looked at her
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and nervous, laugh a little, and say, no, I have
a son and he needs this formula. She just replied
to me that she doesn't give a hoot and that
her baby needs it more. I look at her and say, no,
I'm taking this because my son needs it. There are
eight more on the shelf and the limit is six
to be fair to others. She's having none of it,
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pushing to my cart to take my son's food. I
made sure to protect it and made sure to move
the cart in a way that she couldn't act like
I was being aggressive and trying to get her. I'm
a bigger guy, and some would call me scary intimidating
because I have a resting jerkface. This set her off
and she started screaming that I was stealing from her
and her kid, that I wanted her kid to starve
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because I was just reselling the formula. I walked away
before I would lose my cool, and she started following
me through the store, trying to get people to force
me to give her the formula that she needed so badly.
She finally found a manager and started trying to keep
me there. I simply said that I am within the limit,
and while she was focused on them, I booked it.
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She must have looked around and couldn't find me, because
she started screaming and I heard how loud she was
while people were heading towards her. I calmly, but with
a little faster pace, made my way to the checkout
and paid with my son's food. I got in my
car and laid low for a few seconds, not knowing
if she found me and kept following. As I was
pulling out of my spot, in my rearview mirror, I
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saw her running out of the front door, looking wildly
to see if I was still there. I pulled out
of there while calling my wife to tell her all
about this, and it looked like she was seething. All
I have to say is thank God that the wal
Mart is on the opposite side of town. I do
kind of feel a little bad because in the back
of my mind I have the thoughts of what if
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they really needed it? But I have to feed my son.
It's my responsibility as a parent. I got you a souvenir.
Oh yeah, well I got you fired from the post
office background. Sit back and enjoy a story about some
revenge I achieved at the US Postal Service back in
the nineteen nineties that cost a bullying full time carrier
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his union job. In summer of nineteen ninety one, I
found a summer job as a casual carrier for the
US Post Office. They used to hire summer tempts to
cover for all the full time carriers who mostly took
their vacations in the summer. The USPS had has rules
that things have to be delivered within certain time windows.
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People could get fired if they took too long to
do tasks. Carriers were both openly and secretly monitored and
timed on tasks, and we had the first computerized time
system I ever saw. They would be secretly followed a
few times per year to be sure they were working
hard the entire time they were outside the post office.
The post office building even had secret back hallways, passive
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sound monitoring, and hidden raised viewing areas where they could
see the sorting floor unobserved. Cameras and microphones were really
expensive back then, so this was all done using tricky
architecture and the eyes and ears of the postal inspectors.
We were supposed to walk over and punch in and
out of tasks so that they could track productigs to
this second, people walking a delivery route were expected to
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do it fast, and better routes went to faster carriers.
Slow carriers got mercilessly hassled to be faster and were
disciplined for slowness. Pre Internet, there used to be a
huge volume of mail that got shuffled around the country
every day, quantities of mail that you would find hard
to believe compared to what we see now. I was
a broke college student home for the summer and was
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willing to work any hours they gave me, so the
supervisors liked me. I was also very friendly with most
of the full time carriers because I was a good
worker and didn't rock the boat. Also the other reasons
that you'll see below. I'm a fairly big guy six
foot five or one hundred ninety five centimeters about two
hundred ten pounds back then, and I could carry a
lot of weight, so that also made management happy. I
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was also in my early twenties with long legs, so
I could move fast carrying a lot of weight. Sorting
mail back then was labor intensive and took a lot
of time to learn. I had a regular route that
I would delver in the afternoons that was sorted by
irregular I would usually do odd ball delivery stuff in
the mornings, help move heavy things around, do special deliveries,
et cetera. I would also deliver for full time carriers
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that went on vacation or whose T six was on vacation.
Side note, mail delivery is six times per week, but
full time carriers only work five days per week. The
T six is a full time carrier who did the
sixth day for five routes. That way, it worked out
that everyone only worked five days per week. At the time,
a lot of retail catalogs were mailed to houses, a
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lot of them, some were substantially bigger than current magazines.
We also delivered magazines, ads, packages.
Speaker 2 (25:40):
And samples.
Speaker 1 (25:41):
A lot of companies would mail free samples of products
like laundry, detergent, shampoo, and other liquids to be delivered
to every.
Speaker 2 (25:48):
House on the route.
Speaker 1 (25:50):
These were the bane of the carrier's existence because they
were bulky and heavy. This slows you down and is
physically taxing. Usually carriers would divide the very heavy stuff
up and deliver it throughout the week onto the revenge.
I was assigned to do the T six work for Dave.
Name changed for a few months. Oh Dave picture a
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failed fizz ed teacher in his forties, bad mustache, around
five foot seven, wore knockoff sunglasses like magnum p eyes,
and had an opinion about everything. Dave learns he has
me as his T six and decides he will leave
all of the heavy stuff for me. So once a
week I got confronted with the entire week's worth of
heavy mail for this jerk's route. I confronted him about it,
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and he basically laughed and said there was nothing I
could do about it. The other full time carriers didn't
like Dave much, but I was a temp and he
was there permanently, so I was encouraged to just suck
it up. I went to our boss and escalated to
our postmaster, but was told that he was full time
and I was a temp, so I just had to
deal with it. If the mail needed to be delivered
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that day to meet the deadline, I had to make
it happen. The postmaster's exact words were, just deliver every
piece of mail for the route as fast as you can,
and don't worry about the time it takes or anything else.
You're making huge overtime on this route. They did talk
to Dave and the most egregious stuff stopped, but I
was still doing most of the hard work on this route.
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I mentioned earlier that everyone was always on the clock
and tracked in my first week. Some of the nicer
people took me aside at the beginning of the summer
and made it clear to me that I was not
to move quickly when delivering full time carriers routes because
it could make them look bad and cause trouble for them.
As a temp, I should always take longer than the
full time carriers because one, my job was limited and
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the usps did not really track TEMs closely. Two, I
had zero experience, so everything should take me longer. Three,
this was a union shop and they would hate to
have to kick my butt for messing up their jobs.
And four, most of these people were awesome and I
wanted to be a team player, so I was incentivized
to move slowly and not make the full time people
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look bad. Side note, I am very pro union and
pro labor, so this is not intended to knock unions,
but the context is needed. I decided to wreck Dave's
job since he was such a bullying little tool. I
requisition two additional mail carrier bags. These are the over
the shoulder satchels you see all the time. I was
asked why, and I specifically told them it was to
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be able to carry all of the heavy items on
Dave's route without having to keep going back to my
jeep to reload along the way. The postmaster personally approved
it after doing Dave's route one to three times per week.
He called in sick a lot too. For a few weeks,
I knew it very well and was staying on top
of the heavy stuff. Once I was comfortable with the route,
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I started running it. I would literally load up three
mail bags for each segment of the route and jog
or run his entire route. Dave's route took him about
four and a half hours per day to walk. This
was probably accurate for him, and he had been on
the route for several years.
Speaker 2 (28:56):
I would finish it in three.
Speaker 1 (28:57):
Hours or less every day, rain or shot, no matter
how many magazine samples or packages were waiting. No one
really noticed I was coming back so quickly and punching
back out of delivering his route when I was only
doing it a few times per week. I would come back,
pick up the other work and get that done. The
fund started when Dave took a two week vacation and
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I handled his route six days per week. Since I
was doing the work right, there was never a backlog
of heavy items landing on me once per week. This
made it even easier to jog or run his route,
as I was back to using one mail bag and
fast walking slash jogging was enough to get it done quickly.
I frequently got it done in under three hours and
never took longer than about three and a half hours.
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My personal best was under two and a half hours.
I got pulled aside by my supervisor and the postmaster
after the first week. They asked me about my time
keeping practices, and I confirmed that I was doing things correctly.
I would punch into his route on departure, keep the
appropriate logs, and punch back in when I got back.
Postmaster then asked me about Dave's route.
Speaker 2 (30:02):
I played completely dumb.
Speaker 1 (30:04):
He noted that I complained about the mail volume several
weeks ago and that I used to take six or
seven or more hours to get it delivered. I explained
that I was spreading the heavier deliveries out over the
whole week and that had really made a difference. He
asked me if I was really delivering all the mail,
and whether I was hiding or throwing away mail, a
serious problem if true. I got very offended and told
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him I delivered every piece of mail for the route
every day.
Speaker 2 (30:29):
Then I dropped the bomb.
Speaker 1 (30:31):
I told him I was having trouble understanding why this
route was budgeted four and a half hours to deliver,
when it clearly could be done much faster than that.
I pointed out that it was a lot of dense
multi family housing, which means less walking. I told him
lots of people on the route seem surprised that I
did not want a soda pop or to sit down
and talk for a minute like Dave always did with them.
Speaker 2 (30:52):
Pure lies, all.
Speaker 1 (30:54):
In my innocent gosh, I want to help the USPS voice.
I told the postmaster that I was delivering all the
mail as fast as I could and not worrying about
anything else. I jogged the route again for the next
six days and kept getting it done in much less
time than Dave. Dave did not know about any of this.
He made a point of finding me on his first
day back to ask how I enjoyed doing all the
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hard work for him while he was vacationing. I told
him I'd learned a lesson about how to treat your coworkers.
He laughed at me and went back to sorting mail.
He came back a few minutes later and said he
got me a souvenir. He then pulled his long finger
out of his pocket. Classic Dave. That was my last
week at the USPS, and I headed back to college.
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I kept in touch with some of my friends I
had made there, and one of them was very happy
to tell me that Dave was fired about two months
after I left due to the massive discrepancy and how
long it took me and him to deliver the route.
The higher ups audited his route and discovered that he
actually was lollygagging, taking unauthorized breaks, and apparently having an
affair with a woman on his route, all on the clock. I,
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on the other hand, was in great physical shape after
all that running and had pockets full of cash for
that semester. His regular T six also got most of
the heavy stuff dumped on her, so she didn't get
into any trouble for her delivery times because she was
swamped with heavy mail on her day. She actually bid
for and got the route full time when Dave was
shown the door. I have more stories of my glorious
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summer at the USPS, but crushing Dave is one of
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