Coworker STEALS CREDIT for MY HARD WORK... so I EXPOSE HIM to our BOSS for LYING

My entitled co-worker decided to take credit for my hard work on a project I have really been

struggling with. So I decided to get some revenge by not only proving that I'm the one that did

this work, but also exposing my co-worker for the fraud that they are. Here's what happened.

So I work as a software engineer and in my team, we follow the usual process of writing code,

reviewing it, testing it, and deploying it. One of my co-workers, who we will call Steve,

had a habit for taking credit for other people's work in front of management. He isn't a bad developer,

but he loves making it seem like he was doing more than he actually was. I am quite introverted,

so I don't usually speak up in meetings unless I have to, and calling someone out directly

doesn't come naturally to me. So I usually just let things slide. During a big project, I spent

days fixing a complicated bug, the problem ran deep, and the fix had to work across different parts

of the code. If you hadn't actually worked on it, it was pretty hard to follow. After a lot of

testing, I finally got it done. At the next team meeting before I could even say a word, Steve

jumped in and started explaining my fix as if it was his. He kept saying things like we decided to,

or even saying like, oh, our approach to this was this and that, making it sound like he was the

person behind it. Well, I was really annoyed, but I kept quiet. The next day, another bug popped

in the same area of the code, and our manager turned to Steve and said, well, since you worked on

this, can you patch it? And that's when the fun started. Steve froze. The thing is, if you didn't

actually write the fix, it wasn't easy to understand how it all fit together. He had no idea where to

even begin. He tried stalling, and even sent me a message explaining if I could explain the logic

of the code real quick. But here's where I started to enact my revenge. I told him that I was busy

at the moment and that I will catch up with him later on. But you know what, I didn't. After five

hours of struggling, he finally admitted in the team chat and wrote something like, actually,

I didn't write this part, but maybe if you check with the original poster, they could take a look.

And I replied by saying, oh, of course, I'll check it out. Well, 10 minutes later, I had it all

fixed up. Our manager then came over and congratulated me. We were chatting for a bit, and before

heading off, he made a deliberate comment about how great it was, having someone who actually

understands what we are working on. And when I was told that, Steve didn't say a word. So honestly,

it felt great to throw Steve under the bus, especially after he tried to take credit for my work.

I love this story for so many reasons because I have run into so many Steve's in my life.

People who literally walk up there and say, oh, yeah, I did the work for this. This is my credit.

I'm the one that did it. And then you're sitting there like, okay, are you kidding me right now?

This is not something you even touched for a second. Are you seriously trying to take credit for my

work? And I totally understand what the original poster is coming from. They don't want to cause any

drama and they don't want to stir the pot so they're like, okay, I'm just going to sit back and see

where this goes. Because generally speaking, especially in like a professional working environment,

that's how I feel most of the time. Like I don't want to cause any problems and I don't want to

stir the pot because, you know, I need to make rent. But thankfully, the universe had different

plans for Steve because this guy got thrown under the bus in a beautiful fashion. And in my opinion,

this is just karma sorting out the jerks from the people who are truly honest. If you like Am I the

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overreacting for reporting a coworker after they literally assaulted me at work? Because right now,

my boss and all of my coworkers are saying that I should have kept my mouth shut. And at this point,

I seriously don't know what to do. Here's what happened. Okay, today I walked into my office to ask

my coworkers if they wanted something to eat. And I asked this because I was grabbing lunch for

myself and I just wanted to check. Well, a coworker immediately got upset that I was in there and I just

took it as playful banter. But then out of nowhere, he got up angry, cussed me out and shoved me hard

in the chest and slammed the door in my face. Now, another coworker gaslit me into blaming me for

the assault. So I went right to HR to report the incident since he did hurt my chest. My department

boss called me and proceeded to gaslight me just as my coworker did by saying that we are a close

knit group. For reference, I just started a few months ago while they've been working there for

years. My boss then said, well, couldn't this have just been talked out? Why would you go straight

to human resources? But the fact is, I've always had problems with this guy before and this was

the final straw. He then ended the call by saying, well, this isn't good. So seriously, I really

need to know, did I overreact in this situation? Everyone around me seems to put the blame on me,

but doesn't it cross a line when a physical altercation happens? What should I do? Okay, I'm

gonna say this first and foremost. The second anybody attacks you at work is the second that you

need to report that immediately. This guy literally got angry because you walked in and said,

hey, I'm getting something to eat. You guys want anything? And then he attacked you and slammed

the door in your face. I don't care about him getting angry or cussing you out or even him slamming

the door. It's the fact that he took his hands and he shoved you in the chest. Like that to me is

completely unacceptable. That is where this absolutely needs to be escalated. If this was a friend

or someone that I knew forever and I knew this was some kind of playful banter, then yeah, I would

be like, okay, this is fine. We're just kidding around. It's no big deal. But you don't know

this guy like that. You've literally been working there for like what, a few months? There is no

conceivable reason why he should ever attack you like that. Like that in my opinion is crazy and I

just cannot accept that for a second. And this whole BS of like, why would you go to HR first? What

are you doing? Like the fact that your department boss said that to you is like unbelievably crazy.

Like they really should be fired for saying that. Like I don't care if that's your friend or not.

You can't attack another coworker just because they walked in a room and you didn't want them

there. And in my opinion, anytime someone says, oh, we're a close-knit group. That's really just

coding for like, oh, we're like a family here. And anytime anyone says that, they literally only

say that so they can like get away with crap like this. And I bet you this is one of those co-workers

who people have put up with for years. And you just so happen to be the only person who stepped up

and said, no, I'm not going to be attacked like this. So no, you're definitely not the jerk.

And in my opinion, I would record everything and document everything regarding this. Because at

the end of the day, what happened to you was not okay. And you did not deserve that in the slightest.

Today, I messed up along with the rest of my French class. After we decided to write letters to a

French prisoner as some kind of exercise for our French class in high school, resulting in one of

the creepiest situations we've ever been in in our entire lives. Here's what happened. Okay,

this happened a long time ago when I was 16 years old. Our school participated in the international

baccalaureate program that allowed us to take some intense classes and finish up high school with

a lot of college credits. Even if you didn't complete the entire program, the courses were great

college prep. I decided my junior year of high school that I would take a French class which was

completely immersive. And our teacher required us to answer everything in French. Did you want to go

to the restroom or have a question about your homework? Well, you had to answer in French.

She assigned the entire first chapter, the first day of class, do the next day. Every exercise

from beginning to end, and this was like literally 20 pages. The class originally had 20 people

signed up. However, the assignment left the class with only five of us left. With students

willing to put in the work, our teacher worked hard to give us an all-around education in French.

We read French novels, watched French TV, discussed French history and politics, and keep in mind,

this is in the late 90s, so the internet was not readily available. I also lived in central

Appalachia, so just having this program was an amazing opportunity, but our resources were very

limited. She went above and beyond to give us work that was both hard and interesting. I remember

reading asterisk in Oblix comic books in French, and I once had a scavenger hunt around my school

in total French directions. Needless to say, my teacher was always trying a variety of ways

to keep up working on our French skills. One day, she had us reading a French magazine for translation,

and in the middle of class, she tells us she has a great idea. While we were working, she was looking

into the classified section of the paper, just curious to see what is sold, who is interested in

what topic, and etc. And right there, amongst all the one-it-ads, was an advertisement about a

Frenchman in a maximum security prison in Colorado, looking for someone to write to him in French.

For the sake of the story, we'll call him Max, and it gave us an address to write to.

So my teacher thought, well, wouldn't that be a great way to sharpen our French skills and

writing skills? But here's where the five of us screwed up first. We all immediately got out our

papers and began writing to this Max no questions asked. Now, it wasn't completely stupidly on our

part, and we didn't give our full names or address, but mailed from our school which admittedly

isn't much of a cover for any of us since we are a very rural area, and it would be easy to find us.

But we write our letters, which I know dates my age. If you ever wrote letters to a complete stranger,

the first letter is usually introducing yourself to the receiver, telling about yourself,

your life, your family, which of course we did. But do you know what we didn't do? We didn't think

that a guy in prison with the ability to place an ad could be that serious of a criminal,

and at first he wasn't. The first letter he wrote back was that our teacher was an angel,

and our letters were a bright spot and an otherwise dark existence. He wrote about how lonely it had been,

without an opportunity to interact with his native language, and he eagerly looked forward to

our correspondence. So our penpal situation continued until Max decided that we needed to hear

his tragic tale of woe. Keep in mind, we're high school students, so our translation skills were

not professional. But what I remember from the letter went something like this. Max was just a

simple man. He arrived in America to gain the American dream. He began by running a business

and exporting leather goods, but found that he needed connections to get his inventory into the

country, and this is where his partner enters the scene, who assured him that he can get his cargo

into America without too much delay with customs. And of course, he had no idea that his partner

was running illegal substances. I mean, of course, how could he? It wasn't until his business got

rated that he discovered all the money he had been getting from the partner just happened to be

laundered in his export business. At least that's what the FBI explained when he got arrested.

So now our French class was in a dilemma. We had been writing this guy, and honestly we hadn't

given any thought as to why he was in Colorado. Even still, we certainly thought we wouldn't

stumble into a mob money launderer who thought that we were angels and told us that he would

eventually get out in a few years. None of us really wanted to continue this. Luckily school was

finishing, and we all agree that it would be best if we all conveniently forgot about all of this.

We also never told anybody. Not out of some solidarity, but it didn't cross our minds that this

was something our parents needed to know. Besides, our teacher knew I mean who else needed to.

So our senior year starts, and our French teacher comes in and asks which one of us told Max about

her birthday? Well, there were blank stairs all around because we didn't know her birthday.

She tells us she got a birthday card from Max at her home address, which we also didn't

know about either, because while our tiny town didn't have extensive internet, apparently his

prison did, or at least that was the only logical conclusion we could come up with.

So we had complete no contact with Max for the rest of the year, because we all dreaded the idea

that he had the ability to find where we lived. I now teach at this same school with the French

teacher, and we both marvel at the fact that she gave us the assignment of writing an unknown

prisoner with no concern to our safety, and that we as students willingly participated with these

letters without telling anybody. So it was on that day that I learned, just because the teacher

says to do something, you might want to still think about the unintended consequences of that

assignment, because trust me, it could be way worse than you're expecting. Oh my gosh, that is

really scary. For starters, I really think you guys had the right intentions here, because this

really did seem like a good opportunity to practice French, but also maybe reach out to someone

who's like down on their luck. But my god, the fact that this guy figured out your teacher's

address and birthday? Like, are you kidding me right now that it's super creepy? So yeah,

this is a massive mess up, because this truly could have been way worse.

Am I the jerk for not wanting to travel with my friend to Italy? After she has literally been

indecisive for six weeks about whether she's going or not, because right now I'm incredibly

frustrated. Here's what happened. Okay, so I'm visiting my sister studying abroad in Italy in a

couple of weeks. It's also been six weeks since I booked my flights and decided the trip dates.

When I first booked the trip, I asked some friends if they wanted to come with me, and most of my

friends politely declined. But one of my friends, who we will call Michaela, said that she might

be in for the trip, but had to figure some money stuff out before deciding. And I was fine with that,

as we had time. I knew Michaela for a year before this, and I wasn't sure how serious she was,

but I was down to discuss traveling. Michaela and I talked about the trip here and there,

and I asked multiple times about the status of her bookings. She kept saying that she is definitely

coming, and even talked about specific things that we could do in Italy. However, she kept putting off

actually booking anything. A month ago, she told me that she needed a few days, and she would know

100% if she was coming. A week later, she told me she could not come due to issues with getting

paid at work, and then two weeks ago, she said she's back in again. And I was happy to have her back

in, but still, as of today, she hasn't booked any flights or stay. The trip is now a little more than

two weeks away. She has no flights, and we still haven't booked our Airbnb stay for five of the

nights. I messaged her yesterday morning, asking her status about being ready to book things.

I said I was feeling nervous that it was so last minute, and this is not how I usually do things

when traveling. She responded that she's serious about coming, and just needs until Friday to decide

if she's coming, and if so, we could book everything by Monday. By the way, the Monday she's

referring to is the Monday the week before the trip. I then hesitated, and I said okay, but you

have until Friday. Well, later last night, I thought about it all, and I made a decision. I told

Michaela that it might just be better if I go alone. I said that I'm going there to see my sister,

and she could accommodate me, and that it would be better for my wallet than booking Airbnb's

with her. I mean, times are tough. Now, I expected that she would be fine with me saying this,

since she hadn't booked anything yet, and hadn't even decided whether she wanted to go. But

Michaela was very upset. She was mad by me saying that I was going to go solo, and said it was

weird for me to bring this up now. She said that it was messed up that I told her earlier in the day,

that it was okay for her to decide until Friday, and then change my mind. But my position is that

I waited six weeks for her to book the trip. How can she be mad at me for not waiting three days

until Friday? She's acting like the victim somehow. She said it seems like I don't want her to go,

but to me it feels like she's not serious about going, because she hasn't booked a single thing

to commit to this trip in six weeks. So, after this conversation, which definitely did not go great,

she called me a bad friend. She then unfollowed me on Instagram and removed photos that were posted

of us. So seriously, am I the jerk in this situation? Because right now I don't know what to do.

Okay, in my opinion, I think this should have been cut off a long time ago.

Michaela is being super selfish. She's been leaving you on the hook for what,

six weeks now? Like, she needs to figure out if she's going or not, and then just commit to whatever

that is. If she's going fantastic, come along. But if you're not going, then just tell me so I can

move on and get this going. And she seriously wants to be like, oh yeah, it's fine. We can book the

Airbnb a week before. Like, what are you talking about? No, we're not doing that. That is so

irresponsible and so like last minute. And I'm sorry, but if I'm traveling internationally,

I'm going to figure out all these details way in advance. I'm not going to let anybody make me wait

until the week before, just to figure out where I'm going to stay and how I'm going to get around.

So no, this friend had so much time to figure this out. It's not even funny. And it's ironic that

she would be like, wow, you changed your mind last second. How dare you say I have three days.

But it's like, dude, no, you've had six weeks and you still can't figure it out. And that in my

opinion is not your problem. And you have every right to move forward without Michaela being involved.

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Today I got a car dealership shut down after they tried to sue me for a car that I wrecked

because of their negligence. And I'm honestly still blown away by the way they treated me,

and I'm glad that they ended up losing their license. Here's what happened.

A number of years ago, I was test driving a U-sports car. I got about one block from the dealership

and got into an accident. And it was partially my fault. The brakes were spongy,

and the stop ended up with a front end of the car sticking into the intersection about two feet.

It was a residential area, and the only car on the cross street took off the front end of the car

I was driving. So I make a police report and I report it to insurance. And my insurance company

says not to worry about it. But a couple of months later, I get a letter from the dealership saying

I owe the price of the car, and that if I don't pay it, they're going to sue me. But here's the

thing, I had already talked to the insurance company. But once I informed the dealership,

I had already talked to the insurance company, and knew the payout was more than the sales price of

the car. I never heard from them ever again. I then contacted the government office that licensed

car dealerships, and I told them exactly what happened. And thankfully, in a twist of fate,

they ended up losing their license. Holy crap, I can't imagine test driving a car that literally

has spongy brakes. Dude, are you kidding me right now? If you literally have a car that's up for sale,

what did you make sure the one thing that needs to be working is there working in the car?

Like, the original poster could be dead right now. This could have been so bad. And then for

these people to come back and be like, um, you're going to pay for the car or else we're going to

sue you. It's like, dude, what are you talking about? The car you were trying to sell me is literally

a piece of crap. And somehow this is my fault, all because you guys can't put proper breaks on it.

Like, I'm sorry, but that's not okay. That is so sketchy, it's not even funny. So good for you

for reporting them and for getting them to lose their license. Because the way they treated you

is absolutely uncalled for. An entitled old lady in a shelter acted like she was in a hotel room,

treating me like garbage, and also making noise at all hours of the night. And I am seriously so

glad I don't live there anymore, because that time in my life was a living nightmare. Here's what

happened. To start things out, this was years ago, but I was in a transitional shelter. And for

reference, this is sort of like a stepping stone between homelessness and getting an apartment.

Anyways, everybody had their own room, but you had to share a bathroom. And the two rooms were

connected by a bathroom. I was there for three weeks, and then they moved someone in next door to

me. And that's fine. Honestly, I didn't even think anything about it. But it turns out that my

neighbor is the most entitled old lady I have ever met in my life. I mean, I could not even sleep

at night due to her going into the bathroom and doing God knows what. She would stand in there

talking to herself and slamming things down and just generally being a pain in the neck.

When I told her to quiet down, she would just tell me to shut up and then cuss at me. And

did I mention that this was happening in the middle of the night? I went to my case manager three

separate times about this woman disturbing me and was told that she was not going to do anything

about it. I was told you can either learn to live with it or you can move out. Your choice.

I thought a case manager's job was to deal with stuff like that, but I soon found out that I was

not the only person who was having issues with her. You also had to sign up for a specific time

to do laundry. You could also pick up whatever time you wanted that was available, but you had to

sign up. Well, she would frequently do laundry during other people's time slots. And when they

said something to her, it was like, oh, I didn't know any better. But she had been there for two

weeks at that time that the first incident I heard about occurred. So it's not that she didn't know,

it's just that she didn't care. I even witnessed her treating the staff like they were supposed to

say how high whenever she said jump. I mean, I just don't know how she didn't get thrown out of there.

One time when I walked into the bathroom, I overheard her on the phone with someone complaining.

She was saying stuff like, I should not have to share the bathroom with someone else. This is

pathetic. She would frequently try to intimidate me and I let her know that it was not going to happen.

And she was mad that I wasn't just going to back down and let her treat me however she wanted.

She seemed to be one of those old people who thinks that because they're old, they should get

whatever they want and that the world revolves around them. She acted like she was paying for a hotel

and that I was rude for being in her space. Her attitude was basically to say, how dare you be in my

space. And I think the most messed up part about it is that she moved in on me and then had the nerve

to act like I was inconveniencing her. I overheard her saying that she had been paying for a hotel before

she got into the shelter. When I overheard her complaining about having to share a bathroom,

I won't lie. I yelled out, then why don't you go pay for that hotel you said you were paying for?

This is not a hotel. You can't just move in here and act like you own the place. She then told

me again to shut up and cursed at me again. The rule stated that if you threatened another client

or if you verbally mistreated them, then it was an immediate eviction and there were no exceptions.

So you know what? I recorded this entire thing and how she was constantly making noise.

But even still, I was told to just deal with it. I ended up moving out because I couldn't take

the constant noise and I couldn't take being kept up all night. I also considered going to the CEO

of the place, but I just left it alone. All I know is that I feel sorry for whoever moved in after

me because they were definitely going to need the patience of a saint. Anyways, that's my story.

I just can't believe she had the nerve to move into a shelter and act like that. I was like we are

in a shared space. We're in close quarters and it's not ideal, but you should make the best of it.

You can't just move in and then complain because it's not the way you want things to be. If you don't

like it, then there's the door. But no, she just wanted everybody to bend over backwards for her.

It really blows my mind how entitled some people can be and it's like seriously read the room.

Realize the situation that you're in and the reality of it. Don't complain about how you think

things should be and instead deal with how they are right now, which is exactly what I chose to do.

Oh my gosh, I can't imagine living through that. Here you are in a literal situation where you're

like, okay, I'm trying to figure my life out and you're trying to find some kind of stability.

And then in walks this idiot who clearly doesn't need to be there who was literally at a hotel not

even a few nights before slamming the doors and making all this noise in the bathroom while also

trying to be like, no, you can't use the bathroom anymore. It's like, my god, how out of touch

can you possibly get? So yeah, this whole situation is messed up and I'm so sorry that you went

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