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Karen Employee Lied to me, so I Fired Her! | Reddit Stories
Karen Employee Lied to me, so I Fired Her! | Reddit Stories
Karen demanded I move from my table at the restaurant so she could sit there with her son. She then complained to the manager to the point where he had to call the cops on her. Once they arrived she still refused to cooperate, which resulted in Karen getting arrested! Subscribe for more reddit podcast stories.
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00:38 Karen Demands my Table, Gets Arrested!
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Logar's mass. Hey there, Mr. Reddit here. Welcome back to another episode of r/entitled people stories. Our first story we'll be reading today. Karen lied to my face about being sick, so I fired her. After that, you want the exact amount? You get the exact amount. And after that, keep kicking myself and other students off our remote desktop link for the heck of it. Enjoy the consequences. Now for every thumbs up this video gets, one Karen gets fired. Can't fire me if I don't have a job! So please smash that like button and subscribe and turn on notifications for new stories from Reddit every single day. Karen lied to my face about being sick, so I fired her. My husband and I hired a nanny back in August to care for our kids while we're working. The kids are on a weird schedule at school where they don't attend every day or all day, so we hired a full-time nanny. Marie. We liked Marie. Despite some issues with her following guidelines we had discussed when we had hired her. She let the kids have way too much screen time. She spent more time on her phone than with the kids. She would make misses and let the kids make misses and she wouldn't clean up after them. She had friends over without letting us know. She let the kids pig out on junk food instead of feeding them real food. All of this had been discussed when we hired her and we saw it all when we reviewed our security cam footage, so we set her down about three different times and gave her official warnings each time. She'd improve for a while each time but then go back to the way she'd been before. Three days Marie called out, said she was really sick, so I told her to get better and I'd call out from work to be home with the kids. I'm in the middle of a big project at work and people not coming hurt everyone, but I'm a mom first and I don't expect Marie to take care of the kids if she feels sick, so I called out. The next day it was really hot out and the local water park is running an off-season special with cheap tickets, so I took the kids and after a while we ran into Marie with a group of her friends. I couldn't really say anything except I hoped she was feeling better. Marie started to apologize and told me that her best friend had gotten tickets to the park and she wanted to go and she didn't think I'd have given her the day off. I told her I would have if only she had told me the truth. I explained to her that she had lied to me and made me call out at a time that was really inconvenient and if she just told me the truth then I'd have understood and I would have been happy to give her the day off and call out myself. It's the fact that she lied to me as what upset me. I added the lie to her other warnings and decided she wasn't worth keeping employed. My husband and I pay well above market rate and we provide everything. All she needed to do was take care of the kids and follow the few rules we said. I took her aside and really quietly and as kindly as possible explained this to her and told her that I'd pay for her the whole week but she was fired. Marie started crying and her friends figured out what was happening. They called me a jerk, a Karen, a monster. My kids got upset so I took them and left. Marie has been blowing up my phone with apologies and begging for another chance. Some of my friends say I should have given her another chance and that firing her was an overreaction. Was I the jerk? Edit. Marie is not some teenager. She's a 26 year old woman with a degree in early childhood education and some other certifications/licenses related to the field. She's had one previous long term nannying job, classroom experience and she has several younger siblings and relatives and an extensive babysitting career. All of this I verified along with a good review from her former position. I had no reason to suspect she was less than she presented. You want the exact amount? You get the exact amount. When I was 13 or 14 I decided I wanted a PS3. My dad refused to buy me one but my uncle made me an offer I couldn't refuse. He said that if I worked at his sweet shop for the two months of summer break he would buy me a PS3 and some games in lieu of payment. For teenage me with no commitments this seemed fantastic. My uncle sold a kind of specialty snack known as a mini samosa in his shop. They're like samosas but smaller about three and a half to four centimeters in size. They were sold by weight in sealed packs of 250 grams and 500 grams as these were the most common amounts people bought. Making those packages turned out to be my job. You see sometime between now and when uncle started his business he realized that 250 was roughly the weight of 28 mini samosas and thus 56 were 500 grams. So instead of weighing each packet I was told to just pack by counting individual items which was easier and save time. We also sold them individually for people who wanted larger, smaller or unusual amounts. This was also around the time when our government started airing customer awareness PSAs, basically just telling customers to be aware of fraudulent business people. This is relevant. So one particularly hot afternoon it was just me and my uncle at the shop. In India frequent power cuts were very common during summers and thus there were no fans or AC running. Both tempers and temperatures were running high at the shop that day. It was then that the villain of our story, Mr. Karen, made his entry. He was a local resident and a regular. He seemed angry from the onset when he barged into the shop. He took a look at the fans and saw that they weren't running then angrily picked up a 500 gram packet of samosas and asked, "How many samosas are in this thing?" "That's 500 grams," I said. "I said how many, not how much," Mr. Karen literally screamed, "Again, how many in this?" "The 56," I replied immediately since, you know, I packaged them. "How can you be so sure? You didn't even count. You're trying to cheat me." Mr. Karen was now in full scale Karen mode. "I demand you pack me 500 grams of those individual ones and don't you dare cheat me again." I looked over at my uncle, wet with sweat, fanning himself with yesterday's newspaper. He slowly nodded. I beamed a huge smile. "Sure sir, whatever you want." So I took a bag, picked up some samosas and started putting them on the balance. I kept counting samosas as I put them in until they were a little over 500 grams. Then I removed the last samosa and the weight fell below 500. Now, keeping eye contact with Mr. Karen, I crushed the samosa and started putting its powdery remains in the bag until it was exactly 500 grams. But wait, there's more. Mr. Karen apparently didn't seem to mind powdered samosa, but instead asked smugly, "So, how many samosas now?" "48," I claimed triumphantly. You see, sometime in the past, my uncle's old chef retired, and the new chef made samosas with a little bit more filling in them. They looked the same size on the outside and only weighed a couple grams more each, and since he made them in bulk and also sold to other shops in the area, the price wasn't too much of an issue. So my uncle let it slide. But those couple grams added up on mass orders and that is what Mr. Karen found out the hard way. He looked sheepishly at the pre-packed samosas and then at his own package and asked if he could buy the former instead. "No, my nephew made a package especially for you, at your own request, so that is what you have to buy," my uncle finally spoke. Mr. Karen silently took his pack, paid, and left. He was a lot more respectful during his subsequent visits. I was reminded of this story yesterday when my PS3 finally stopped working. As evident, English is not my first language. In fact, it's not even my third, so please excuse any mistakes. I wish you all a very happy Diwali. May your happiness levels be as high as my electricity bill this month. Keep kicking myself and other students off our remote desktop link for the heck of it. Enjoy the consequences. Stay Farm knows making smarter financial moves today secures your financial freedom for a second tomorrow. On Michael Dura podcast network, we believe this too, by sharing money management tips that help you realize your dreams. Like on our show, life has a gringo with DJ Dramos. Now, we have a level of privilege that our parents never had, so what do we do with it, right? How do we utilize the opportunities that we have that they don't, right? And a lot of that is educating ourselves, educating ourselves on how to not make the same mistakes they did, how to not fall into those same traps, and how to not, you know, create the same difficult situations that many of us grew up in. Like I started the podcast earlier saying, for me, in my family, one of the biggest points of contention was finances. And I know as I got older, I made it a promise to myself to say, I don't want to relive that. Like a good neighbor, stay farm is there. Stay farm. Proud sponsor of Michael Dura podcast network. It can get lonely climbing Mount McKinley, so to entertain myself, I go to Chumbah Casino.com. At Chumbah Casino, I could play hundreds of online casino-style games for free, like online slots, bingo, slingo, and more. Plus, I get a daily login bonus. It's just too bad that up here, I don't have anyone to share my excitement with. Whoo-hoo! Whoo-hoo! Live the Chumbah Life anytime, anywhere. Play for free now at Chumbah Casino.com. So this happened last October, in 2020, and I feel it's finally safe to share it. Given the situation at the time, going to campus was a no-go, so everything was online. As such, a lot of programs used for coursework, which were only on PC, needed a remote link for those of us on Macs or other devices. This link connects students to assign desktops physically on campus through an application like Citrix. It would only allow students onto the desktops when another class was not remotely using that lab at the time, and at night, when registered classes were done. The on-campus computers would show that their drives were in use, so the students who lived on campus would know that someone was remotely accessing it. Well, I was taking a course in remote sensing, which required access to programs such as ArcMap, ArcGIS, R, and ERDAS. They were only available on PC, so I, as a MacBook user, needed to use the remote link. The issue started at the start of October, when I was working on an assignment in ArcMap. I was really startled when I was suddenly kicked out, and then furious, because I hadn't had the chance to save my latest input. I then went back to the webpage, re-input my student credentials, and logged into a different desktop. Not two minutes later, I was logged out again. Rightly upset, I emailed the professor in TAs about it, and moved on to other homework. I figured it was a bug that it would be fixed soon. No, it continued throughout the entire month. I ended up having to work on my remote labs between 9pm and 2am, as I literally was not able to work during the day without being kicked off. It was really annoying, especially since I couldn't even work during my assigned lab time. Other students started reporting this, and we got a lot of emails from IT, updates, patches, and things like that that we had to install to try and patch this bug, and nothing worked. It was painful. I decided that enough was enough, and took a train to campus after my online morning classes. If it was going to keep booting me off the remote, then I would just go in person. I completed the online health check, got to campus, no problem, and made my way to the building that housed all the PCs. Yes, we have a building that houses all the PCs for computer classes. Anyways, I went up and towards the lab that my credentials were registered to. I'm going to be honest, I wasn't expecting what I saw, but I sure was upset. Through the windows into the lab, I saw two guys going from PC to PC, logging students off. At first, I couldn't believe it, and then I got furious. They were laughing about messing with hardworking students. I will call them Dumb and Dumber. That's when I decided to get some payback. I pulled out my phone and placed it beside the window, and it was partially hidden by the trash bin inside the classroom, recording them and what they were doing. They didn't notice me, thank god, and I got onto my laptop, remote linking to my phone. I then got onto the University's social media page and started to live stream the video from my phone. I put a title along the lines of "found the bugs kicking students off remote desktop." The video has been deleted, and I will explain soon. It didn't take long for fellow students to take notice of it, and it went viral within 30 minutes. Names were soon put out, as Dumb and Dumber were recognized, and there was a lot of hate in the comments. Even Campus Police replied, asking for the location. I was all too happy to give it. It was then I saw on the stream that Dumb pulled out his phone and he started freaking out. He had noticed the stream and that it was live. I quickly rushed to grab my phone and retreat, and that's when Dumber rushed out to the door and tackled me. We started brawling, it was self-defense, as he kept trying to grab my phone. And then I saw Dumb going from my laptop, which was hosting the stream, which was still being recorded from my phone. So I kicked Dumber, then got him with my elbow, and then I got Dumb. To be honest, I don't really know what happened next, but I do remember Campus Police having to pull me off of Dumb. Apparently, I had full-body tackled him away from my laptop, and he had punched me in the face. With me apparently grabbing his carry-on bag, hitting him with it, accidentally cracking his laptop. Oops. So anyways, the fight was broken up and we were all taken down to the Campus Police office. To make a very long story short, I got a relative slap on the wrist for my part of it. I had to do some on-campus community service, but my record was kept clean. Thankfully, I was not charged for the fight or the laptop, as I was able to prove self-defense, and that they had hit me first and tried to destroy my property intentionally, which made it worse for them. I was let off on the laptop for a technicality, as I was punched in the face and had no idea that he even had a laptop in his carry-on. Phew. As for Dumb and Dumber, I was called in to testify at each of their hearings in December. Turns out, kicking students off remote links was considered a very grave academic offense, as it was intentional tampering with others' work. The video stream I took was a big part of the evidence against them, and CCTV proved that they had been doing it for weeks, and almost all of the computer labs. They had intentionally messed with over a hundred students, adding to attacking me, I had a nice shiner for a month, and my devices, instead of running, they got into pretty hot water. Now, the reason this wasn't discovered sooner was due to the fact that this remote link was new to us, and IT was still working through the bugs. I don't know exactly what happened next, as they just needed me to come in, masked, and tell what I did and remembered. However, I did get notification in my email in March this past year that two students were expelled for intentional tampering of other students' work. Can you guess who? Yep, Dumb and Dumber got the boot for their dumb actions. It gets even better, though. Turns out, that they were here on student visas, which meant that not only were they expelled from the university with a mark on their records, they were also given the boot from the country, and most definitely back to their very disappointed parents. Maybe it's karma, but they got publicly exposed on a live stream for their actions for all the school to see, which was taken down due to it needing to be evidence against them and all. But, yep, they were expelled twice for their dumb actions, and with their names and campus infamy for their stunt. I hope they've learned their lesson. They had to go, because without their visas, they were not allowed to stay here and would be in even deeper hot water. The university actually took mercy on them and paid for the flight, and I agree. I only know this because I ran into and was able to talk with one of the campus officers who told me what happened when I went in person for a lab this recent September. So, yeah, those guys had to take a cargo flight home. I think the uncomfortable experience they would have had was enough of a punishment compared to being in lockup until their country reopened or until other arrangements could be made. Tickets, please. It's been more than 20 years. I think I can get away with talking about this. In the late 1990s, I worked for the Internal Help Desk of a Fortune 500 company. Employees would call in and enter their employee number into the phone system, and when we answered the call, we had a system that automatically opened a problem ticket with their employee number, which would pre-fill the rest of the ticket. Until it didn't. It started slowly at first. Maybe one call out of 10 was coming up with the wrong employee's information, and this was annoying because first we'd have to close the ticket that was opened in error, then we'd have to open a new ticket. So my boss went to the team that was responsible for fixing it, and they said sure, just have your agents open a ticket for our team every time there's a problem. And almost nobody did this, because filling out a ticket takes time, and there was a customer on the phone already waiting for us to close out one ticket. Within a few days, it was every call that was affected, and my boss goes back to the tools team who are sitting there with their feet metaphorically propped on the desk saying, "Well, we need a ticket for every call that's going off." State Farm knows making smarter financial moves today secures your financial freedom for a second tomorrow. 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That's when my boss shows up in my office and asks, "Okay, how the heck are you doing it?" I shrugged. Macros. Basically, the system we were using for tickets was on a mainframe, and we accessed it through an advanced kind of terminal program that had no macro functionality. I created macros for our most common types of tickets, and when the problems first started, I created a macro that would close the ticket out and open a new one. When we were told to create a ticket for the tools team, I modified that macro to copy the ticket number before it closed out the ticket and create a new ticket for the tools team and reference the old ticket number, send it and open a new ticket. I was actually kind of astonished to learn that nobody else was doing this, because it was childishly simple, and because literally every single affected employee was a tech. All it took to deploy the macro to everyone on the desk was an email with an attached file and instructions on how to install it. A few days later, there's a backlog of over 10,000 tickets and climbing in the tools team's queue. The head of the tools team has gotten a call from his manager's manager because it's the largest backlog of tickets in the history of the company, and he goes to my boss and asks him to have a stop. "No, you said you needed every single agent to open a ticket for every single affected call, or you couldn't trace the problem." "Well, maybe if you had just one agent, we had that. You told us it was insufficient, that you couldn't do anything without that kind of information. Well, now you have it. We've had this problem for over a week now, and you haven't been able to fix it. I want to make sure you have all the tickets you need to solve this problem." The problem was fixed within four hours. Two days later, the head of tools team is in my office. It turns out that he's got somewhere in the neighborhood of 20,000 tickets to close, and could I please show him how to use the macros. Shocked Pikachu Boss I worked at a restaurant/events venue some years back. Essentially, I was the AGM of the place, and it was my job to coordinate service in the dining room, private event spaces, and music venue. Service, concerts, private events, weddings, you name it. I coordinate and execute it with staff. This was the most challenging job I'd ever had at the time, but after a while, I'd found a groove and was doing the work of two or three people. New GM gets hired. I like her. She likes me. She recognizes my hard work and is glad to have me. I work 50 to 60 hours a week, regularly there until two or three in the morning wrapping things up. Last person in the building. I have a good relationship with the CEO and the COO/HR of the company, as we were one of six large franchises across the country. They like me and we have a good rapport when I see them. I'm working my butt off, but really having fun too. Fast forward a few months, and the relationship between me and GM's sours. She's colder and more hostile toward me every day. I'm not sure what's going on, so ask her if we can talk. She calls a closed-door meeting and arrives with a folder with some papers in it. She pulls out her cell and asks my permission to record. Yeah, sure, have fun. She then proceeds to lay out papers in front of me, documenting all my shortcomings. Seven minutes late, time stamp verified. There was a blizzard that day, and I wasn't late. I volunteered to come in early, as other employees refused to drive, and so was technically 53 minutes early. An appropriate language in front of team members. Managers were joking and doing Sam Jackson impressions, and I used the S-word. No one else got written up. Complaint from rehearsal dinner 9/12. The bride in a sleeveless dress was cold. We turned the heat off. And on and on, like 15 total completely fabricated charges against me. At this point, it's clear she's out to get me, but I have no clue why. She tells me I should probably think about putting in my two weeks notice. Okay, I immediately start looking for another job, and actually nail one shortly with a better title and pay. Yay. Important to know, we always had these big weekly meetings on what was usually my day off. So I'd have to come in on my day off and sit in a meeting with a bunch of other managers, event directors, and chefs. These meetings were mandatory. I was never happy about it, but I complied, as everyone else relied on me to coordinate services and events. After one of these meetings, I went out for a quick beer with a co-worker who was a captain, essentially an event manager for us who would run smaller events. We got to talking, and she told me that GM was afraid I was going to take her job and wants to get rid of me. GM had let it slip to chef during setup of an event and captain overheard while working. Wild, I don't want your job, I'm too busy already. So malicious compliance. RHR policies were a bit wonky, as COO and HR didn't really have experience with HR stuff. He was a great guy, but had cobbled together some awkward policies. In our official handbook, it was stated that the company prefers a three-week notice, accepts a two-week notice as industry standard, and in cases where the employee feels wronged, threatened, or unfairly targeted, a one-week notice is acceptable. Also, if the employee feels wronged, threatened, or unfairly targeted, it is acceptable for said employee to go over the head of their wronging, threatening, unfairly targeting boss directly to HR to submit their notice. So I followed company policy. I send COO, an HR, an email giving my resignation. I briefly outline my reasons, thank him for all of his wisdom and help, and give my one-week, 168-hour notice effective immediately as of noon's central standard time the exact time I'm submitting notice. I don't get a response from COO/HR. That's because he's on vacation in Greece. 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My dad was there, and I asked if I could sell his small guitar because he doesn't use it. They said no because it's his and not mine to sell. I left and posted an ad for both guitars. I sold them, and now they're calling me a jerk. So, am I the jerk? Am I the jerk for taking back my nephew's Christmas present and giving it to my son? My sister and I have always had a strained relationship. I usually just let things go and try to keep the peace. We both have sons who are around the same age. My nephew is 13, and my son just turned 11. For my son's birthday, I bought him the new gaming system he has been wanting. He was absolutely thrilled, and he plays non-stop. My sister is bad with money. I usually have to land her money for bills and stuff for my nephew. I know my nephew doesn't always get the best Christmas gifts, so this year, I went a little crazy, and I purchased the same gaming system for him for Christmas. I already had it ready and wrapped under my tree. Yesterday, my sister's family came to visit. My son asked me if they could go play video games. I said yes, and reminded them to be careful. About 30 minutes later, my son comes running to me crying. I asked him what was wrong, and he led me to the front hall. When we got to the stairs, I see the new gaming system smashed on the floor. Someone had thrown it from the upstairs, and it was now smashed to pieces. I asked my son what happened, and he sobbed and pointed at his cousin. I asked my nephew if he did this, and he started to laugh. He said that it was a stupid baby toy, and that he saw people break them online. My sister came in and I told her what happened. I explained that this was an expensive system, and that her son needs to be disciplined for what he did. I told her I wanted her to pay for what her son broke. She laughed and said no. She says I shouldn't have let them play unsupervised, that it was my fault and that I am a bad parent. She said my son will get over it, and that it was not important. Seeing my son sitting on the ground next to his broken system, trying to put the pieces back together tore my heart out. I walked over to the Christmas tree, and grabbed the system that was meant for my nephew. I pulled the gift wrap off, and I gave it to my son and told him to go upstairs and set it up. My sister asked me why I was making such a big deal when I had another one already. I then laughed and told her that that was her son's Christmas gift. That since it wasn't important, and it was just a stupid baby toy, then they obviously won't miss it. I then told them to leave. My nephew realized what happened and began to cry that my son had stole his system. I said no. His was the one that he smashed. My sister was livid and told me that I will never see them again. I just said okay and slammed the door. Other family members have now been calling me non-stop and saying that I am the jerk and that I ruined my nephew's Christmas. I don't think so though. My nephew is 13. He is not a stupid kid and he knew what he was doing. I don't care that it was over jealousy. He's old enough to know better. My sister was not going to make the situation right, so I just did what I had to do. They all think I should buy a new gaming system for him, but I don't have that kind of money. I'm starting to feel bad about this and I'm wondering, am I the jerk? Well, what do you think? Is OP the jerk or not? Please let us know. No, but his sister and her brat are. Next, well, you never said not to wear orange. For some important background, I went to a very strict religious school, and though I was also religious, Catholic, I was not the same religion as the headmaster and founders, Baptist. They did not like me from day one and made it clear. I wanted to play soccer, but they only had a men's team. 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Luckybug, we're very concerned about you. You don't seem to be very social. Are you happy? Are you having dark thoughts? Me. I'm perfectly happy and I have a ton of friends. What made you think there was something wrong? Headmaster. We're all just a little concerned about how you present yourself. Me. What is that supposed to mean? Mrs. English. Interrupting loudly. Well, it's probably because you dress in all black, baggy clothes, and your hair is always in your face. It would be nice if we could see you smile and know you're alright. Me. What's wrong with wearing black? I just feel comfortable in these clothes. Plus, the baggy pants aren't that baggy and they help me avoid accidentally breaking the "pants must not be skin tight" rule in the dress code. And I'm proud of my long hair. It's taking me years to get it this long. I'm perfectly happy. I'm just wearing what I like the most. Headmaster. Well, we'd like to see you wearing happier looking outfits. You really should make an effort to fit in among your peers. Mrs. English. And you should try wearing more happy colors. Wearing harsh blacks will only make us wonder how you're doing. It's safe to say I was horribly insulted. So, cue the malicious compliance. I spent the next few days investigating, waiting for the negative information that would make this compliance so sweet, juicy if you will. Finally, my English teacher says offhandedly while insulting yet another student, "I just hate the color orange. It's such an unbearably ugly color." There it was. My plan was ready. I filled my closet with orange, bright orange top, striped orange jacket, puffy orange vest. My favorite was an iridescent, fluorescent orange rain jacket. Honestly, I don't like the color orange either, but I did what I had to do. So almost every day for the rest of junior year, I wore an orange shirt and pulled back my long hair to make it even more visible. 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