r/prorevenge | I took apart an ENTIRE Vehicle for some Sweet Revenge…

Coworker was stealing from me so I got her
fired,and made her boyfriend dump her Ok guys hear me out this is longer one Posting
again since last post got deleted by admins I work as a sort of bookie,taking bets for
sport events,in my country its perfectly legal and its good job with good tips. I have a
coworker lets call her Anny. Well Anny and I have been working for more
than a year togeather, one shift is mine then we count the register and she takes the second
shift,in our job description is included a casino (you know vegas style). On my desk
I have a large piggy bank,thats metal and cannot be opened without busting it completely,its
also covered with black plastic mickey mouse foil. So since it’s been 6 months when I bought
the said piggy bank,i took it home to open it,and to buy myself something nice. So I
got home and i pry it open and I find it has less than 1000 euros in it,and since I almost
every day leave at least 10 euros in it,it should be a lot more money in it,so someone
must have stolen it,that’s when I noticed small hole under the mickey mouse foil,and
I realized someone was stealing from me! And I knew it had to be Anny. I confonted her
and asked her if she oppened it and she started screaming at me how dare I,I’m a horrible
person,how can I accuse her and stuff like that,so I call my boss for a meeting. Since we have a casino we have cameras for
that area,what Anny doesn’t know is that 2 of those cameras cover my work desk,and so
everything that happenes there is caugth on camera. So i sit with my Boss and explain
that I think she’s stealing from me,and ask to acces those cameras with him,he agrees
and what we saw there was enough to keep me smiling all day. Now for the revenge Boss called her out on a meeting for aleged
theft so she brings her boyfriend,let’s call him Mike,in with her. I was not part of the
meeting so my Boss told me how it went,and so the conversation goes like this: Boss: “You’ve been accused of stealing your
coverkers money,what do you have to say about that?” Anny: “I would never!! She is lying that bench
you should fire her,she wants to get me fired I will sue her!!!” Mike: “This women is the the most honest to
god person,you disgust me for accusing her like this I will sue all of you for this!” Boss: “Well we happen to have footage from
the casino camera.” Anny: pailing Mike: “So what? That proves nothing! She would
never do something like that!” Boss: “Let’s review the footage” Anny: stuttering “Ther’s no need for that,I
admit! I stole the money,Mike let’s go!” Mike: “Play it ther’s nothing on it anyway
she didn’t steal anything!” Boss: plays footage Picture the end of my coverkers shift,she
turned most of the lights off and set on my desk,and for 10 minutes you can se her prying
my metal piggy bank open and taking some of the money,and masking the hole. What I did
not know is that she periodicaly took the money when she was the second shift,what I
also didnt know and neither did her boyfriend is that on one of the tapes,you can see a
man entering past the closing time. Anny: “Well that’s enough no need to see more
i admit I stole from her,give me the tape!” proceed to go for the lap top Boss: “Sit the freak down! You are fired,and
you will return every penny!” Mike: “Who was that guy i want to see the
rest of the tape?” Anny: No one just a customer,ok I’m fired
let’s go! We saw everything,let’s go please!” Boss: plays the rest of the tape You can see guy coming in and going behind
the desk to Anny,and acting,well like her boyfriend would Boss: “You’re not alowed to stay in the building
after closing time,and sure as heck are not alowed to do that!” Mike: “You told me you worked late…” Anny:”No this is not real this is photoshop
they did this to me she did she wants to ruin me!!!” Boss: “Please leave your keys on the table,you
will be escorted by security.” Mike: ” And the keys to my apartmant you’re
not welcome anymore.” Well I’ve been told dude didn’t even argue
with her he just cut her off,and to be honest good for him. Boss fired her that day and
I haven’t seen her since,and I’m suing her for the money she stole from me. So guys that’s
the whole story,hope you didn’t find my lack of grammar anoying,am not a native speaker. Oh, it’s not your job? It is now. Intro and Backstory My dad was a mechanic for 20+ years, and for
as long as I can remember, I drove him nuts because I would go around the house with a
screw driver he left out and take everything apart because I wanted to see how it work.
As I grew older I developed an affinity towards computers and electronics, which led me to
be “that kid” in High School who changed his grades, crashed the school districts servers,
and used the NET SEND command with great success. I would spend my weekends either with my grandparents
and uncle working on science projects or dragging my dad outside to help me fix my car (which
consisted of him telling me that he would help once I got it taken apart). Those “figure
it out” lessons were the probably the greatest gift he could’ve given me growing up. I joined the US Army in March of 2004 and
went into communications or “commo” for short (25U) where I managed to go from PVT
(E1) when I joined to SGT (E5) by the time I returned from my deployment at the beginning
of 2007. After returning home, I was subsequently transferred from a Light Infantry Unit (walking
everywhere) to a Mechanized Infantry Unit (riding in an armored vehicle everywhere)
and placed in charge of the Battalion Commo Shop because the current person running the
commo shop was scheduled to retire in a few months and I was the only other NCO. This
is where things got interesting and my Commo vs. Mechanics ProRevenge story starts… Commo vs. Mechanics As anyone else that was in the US Army can
attest to, every Monday is/was “Motor pool Maintenance”, which essentially means, go
make sure all the Tanks, Bradley Fighting Vehicles (BFV), or anything else with a motor
works the way it should. This included testing all the radios and communication equipment
as well. If it didn’t work, we filled out the maintenance forms with the correct shop
and have them fix it. All the issues would later be consolidated into a report that the
leadership team would review. If a vehicle was on that report, the leadership team wanted
to know why it wasn’t fixed. I ran my shop using the same approach my dad
taught me, which was “figure it out” and don’t come to me with a problem unless you
have a solution. One Monday morning shortly after taking charge of the commo shop, one
of my soldiers came to me with a problem he couldn’t figure out and asked if I could
come help him. I agreed and followed him over to the BFV that was giving him problems. After
a few hours of troubleshooting we finally traced the problem to the BFV’s slipring.
We double and triple checked that indeed was the problem because 1) sliprings in general
have a low failure rate and 2) it wasn’t something we could fix on our own. It required
help from the mechanics because the slipring required taking apart the interior of the
BFV turret to actually get to it. So, I went to the mechanics to get there help
so we could fix the problem. This is when I learned the mechanics didn’t like the
commo shop. I was essentially told by the motor chief to f-off and the slipring is a
commo issue and it’s the commo shop’s job to fix it, not theirs. I was ticked at
the response and tried to insist we needed his help. However, I was promptly shut down
and told to pound sand. At this point, I was beyond ticked, I tried the official way, I
even swallowed my pride and asked him nicely, both times I was crap on. I decided I was
going to play Global Thermonuclear War and teach him a lesson that neither he nor anyone
else in his shop would forget. So, I went to my guys and told them I would be back in
about an hour or two because I needed to run home and grab some stuff. When I got home,
I went directly for the garage and started packing all the wrenches, impacts, and sockets
that I could fit into my portable toolbox. I also loaded up the portable air compressor
and any extension cords I could find and made my way back to the motor pool. Once I got back to the motor pool, I had my
guys locate every extension cord they could find around the office because I could only
find one in my garage and help me run power out to the BFV that we were going to have
to fix ourselves. Meanwhile, I also had 2 of the guys run to the HQ and find me two
of largest empty coffee cans they could find. I ended up having to tell them twice because
the first time they thought I was joking… they couldn’t understand why I needed a
coffee can of all things. When they returned with coffee cans I had
everything in place. I had power, compressed air, tools, and a place to neatly put all
of the bolts, nuts, and washers I was about to remove. Under normal circumstances I would
only remove the things that absolutely had to be removed, the fewer things to put back
together, the better. But these weren’t normal circumstances, and I had absolutely
no intention of putting anything back together. It was about lunch time and I decided my way
of fixing this issue probably wasn’t the best example to set for my team, so I sent
them to lunch and told them I would handle this issue so they could focus on the other
vehicles when they got back. For the next few hours I proceeded to dismantle
every single bolt I could find. I removed seats, interior plates, shelves, pretty much
anything that wasn’t electrical or commo related got removed. I would then place all
of the newly removed hardware in the coffee can. By the time I reached the turret I had
filled up both coffee cans with nuts, bolts and washers so I had to go find something
else to start putting this stuff in, luckily we had Zip-Lock bags by the dozen laying around
the office. I grabbed a couple of those and went back to having fun taking apart the BFV.
I finally reached the slip ring and managed to luck out. I didn’t have to replace the
slipring after all! Turns out the mechanics didn’t install one of the cable mounts and
one of the commo cables got snagged and subsequently cut. It probably took me less than 15 minutes
at that point to replace the cable and missing cable mount (of course the fact that I completely
removed everything in the way helped because now I didn’t have to fish the cable through
anything). Once I replaced the cable and made sure all of the other commo equipment worked,
I figured while I had everything taken apart it would be much easier to fix any other problems
they might have been having. All commo systems checked out, my job was done. Everything that I had taken out of the BFV
was then gently and neatly stacked in the interior of the BFV. I put the lids on the
coffee cans, zipped up the bags, pulled out my trusty sharpie, and wrote “bolts” on
each of them. Once everything was tidied up, I went off to find the owner of the BFV and
let him know his commo issue was fixed but he should probably have a mechanic look at
his BFV because I had to disassemble some (and by some I meant “most”) of the vehicle
in order to get to the part I needed to replace and I couldn’t remember how everything went
back together. I stared out of my office window for the rest
of the day waiting for the mechanics to get around to looking at the BFV. I still remember
the reaction of the motor chief when looked inside that vehicle and if I didn’t know
any better I could have sworn his head rotated around 3 times and dang near popped off. His
reaction was absolutely priceless. I knew he was about to storm into my shop
in a fit of rage, so I got up and decided it was probably best to meet him outside in
motor pool. As soon as I reached earshot distance he started screaming and demanding I put the
vehicle back the way I found it. However, I was having none of that, I simply shook
my head and told him “It was a “mechanical issue” now and it wasn’t my job, I asked
for your help in the beginning and was told no because it wasn’t your job. I’m just
a commo guy I didn’t know what needed to be removed so I could fix the commo issue
in the slipring, so I removed everything, if someone from your team would have been
there, I think this whole misunderstanding could have been avoided.” That vehicle remained on the weekly report
for the next 3 weeks while they figured out what bolts went where. However, after that
incident I was never told “It’s not my job” ever again and the mechanics were more
than willing to help me fix any issues that came up. By the time I left the unit we ended
up starting to cross train each other’s team members so we could fix things faster
as they came up.