Innovation is never rewarded in the workplace. For some reason, bosses, managers, and supervisors feel entitled to the intellectual property of their employees when they're on the clock, but when an irreplaceable worker creates something invaluable to the company, suddenly it's like we're on the recess blacktop again and the school bully is trying to steal your jump rope because 'they saw it first'...

Neighborly arguing is bound to happen when property lines get fuzzy, and the truth becomes a prize to be sought after, even though one side is clearly bending it to their favor. I have had my fair share of neighborly disputes, whether it was because some people were simply very loud, inconsiderate, or entitled. Unfortunately, I did not win every case, but the ones I did are etched in my memory like a 1st grade participation award. In this case, the OP was dealing with the type of person who thi…

There is nothing like the vicarious satisfaction that comes with hearing about someone getting well-deserved payback. It doesn't matter if you don't know any of the people in the story. In fact, we all love drama in which we have zero involvement because then, the stakes are low for us and the enjoyment has no personal consequences. These stories, which were compiled from the top posts on Reddit's r/pettyrevenge subreddit this past week, range in settings and environments from schools to office…

Working for a company across multiple timezones can be a challenge. For the CEO's in London, it may seem simple to schedule a lunch meeting, but for their lowly employees on the west coast of the USA, it's 4am. To avoid all of the WFH employees showing up with robes on, their eyelids drifting shut, and a useless coffee in hand, teams need to coordinate heavily in order to make meetings go smoothly.

Don't bite the hand that feeds you. For folks who work late night shifts, it's more important to remember the mantra, 'don't bite the hand that caffeinates you!' When you have a good rapport with your local barista, good things can happen. When you make an enemy out of your coffee server… You're gonna have a bad time.

Two can play this game.

"I have a boyfriend" is the quickest way for a girl to get rid of a romantic suitor. Hot girls have become so accustomed to the lie that it has become a catch-all rejection and the words can spill out of their mouth before a guy even has a chance to speak. Relax sista, I just want to borrow the ketchup from your table, not walk you down the aisle.

The only names you should ever have permanently tattooed on your body are the names of your kids, your parents, and your deity– those things are never changing. However, a boyfriend or girlfriend's name permanently etched into your shoulder can prove to be a little riskier. You may think that'll you'll be in love forever, but that tattoo is a heckuvalot more permanent than most relationships.

There's a fragile balance of power when renters hand over a check to their landlord every month. Landlords need that money to come in and tenants need to live somewhere, so there's a predictable symbiosis in their relationship. Usually landlords are the ones with the bad rep, thwarting their power over a renter's desperation, but sometimes, landlords turn on other landlords when they get out-landlorded in public.

Neighbors legally have no say on what the folks next door do with their land. So if you're in the midst of a neighborly feud and a grouchy ol' porch surfer is giving you a hard time about your garden decor, you could easily (and legally) say that that's gnome of their business.

Mudslinging isn't very neighborly, but neighborhood feuds are more common than affordable housing. In buildings with close quarters, paper-thin walls, and rickety floorboards, it's easy to get swept up in the downright fury of a noisy, irritating neighbor– especially when you have opposite sleep rhythms. For this tenant, it was more than just the tight living conditions that sent her over the edge...

The long game of revenge requires a lot of patience, so unless you are truly up for it, don't bother undertaking such a commitment. I'd expect you would have some pretty high expectations when moving into a house. Everything is always pink, rosy, shiny and new, before it turns grey, bitter, old and then black. You want the place to be nice, the street to be quiet, the neighbors to be invisible. Is that so much to ask, when paying the amount you need in order to pay for an actual house nowadays?…

Picking a fight with your neighbors can be tricky business. You run the risk of starting an all-out war with people you can never avoid and there's rarely ever any reward– except of course, when you can use the power of nature (and plausible deniability) to get the sweetest revenge on a Karen next door.

My mom always told me that the best revenge in life is becoming successful. If a bully is putting you down or if you're feeling like you're in the dumps, perseverance and downright refusal to fail can sometimes be the fuel you need to hurl yourself towards your hopeful accomplishments. In this story, a high school student who was laughed at by their guidance counsellor got the ultimate humble revenge by using doing exactly what they were told was impossible: College.

Creepy dudes at a bar rarely catch a hint. You could literally tell them to their face that you're uninterested and the persistent vultures just think you're being coy. If only there were some audaciously insulting way that the victims of creepy bar flies could get payback against their leering peers? In this story, there definitely is.

The first thing you learn when you turn 21 is that you're never (EVER) allowed to go behind the bar. Unless it's a dire emergency, the zone behind the bar is a sacred, untouchable place– it's for the barman and the barman alone. It's the ultimate bar-hopping faux pas to invade the bartender's area. Period.