You know those moments when you just can’t help but shake your head and mutter, “Seriously? Life’s got some messed-up sense of fairness!” We’re talking about those stories that make you go, “No way, that can’t be real!” But guess what? They are as real as it gets, and they’ll leave you with your jaw on the floor. But fear not, because, amidst the tears and disbelief, we’ll also discover some incredible resilience and strength of the human spirit.
I worked in an orphanage in Tanzania. Seeing a child be picked for adoption and another child not. Two adorable kids, the same age, and similar personalities, one gets a wealthy family, and the other is stuck in an orphanage their whole life and completely on their own when they age out.
It’s agonising.
A man I knew was fighting in court for 2 yrs for a murder case of his ex-girlfriend. The description of the killer looked nothing like him, there was a video that they would not pull for court. The girlfriend’s daughter said it wasn’t him. His lawyer in court was a public defender who said in court to the judge he wouldn’t want them as his lawyer because he was black. The court would not change his public defender even after this. The courts kept pushing back his dates months at a time
I was once at a fundraiser, where the winning prize was tickets to go see Pearl Jam in concert. At the end of the night, they call my name as the winner. WOOOOO…except when I got to the front of the room to collect my tickets, I get looks of confusion and the runaround until the event was over. Turns out, some scumbag son of a b*tch told the organizers he was me, and THEY GAVE HIM THE FRIGGIN TICKETS! By the time they verified that I was me, he was long gone, and I was out of luck. The best they could do was an apology and a $50 gift card to T.G.I.Friday’s.
I’m in my 40s and this still sticks with me. I had a classmate in 7th grade who was expelled (which, because we had only one each of junior high and high school, meant she was expelled from our entire district) because she was a Type 1 diabetic. A teacher walked in on her with her insulin in the washroom, assumed it was drugs, wouldn’t let her take her insulin, and took her down to the principal’s office where she was immediately expelled. Her parents were so horrified and disgusted they didn’t even fight it, just put her in private school.
When I was a teen in Spanish class I did a project with some other students and we made an instructional video, all in Spanish. The other students already spoke Spanish fluently and I didn’t. We all were in the video but I ended up planning, writing, editing and filming the thing as well. I got a B on the project because my accent and pronunciation weren’t as good as the others who got As. The teacher knew I did most of the work.
Coworker was written up by HR for being part of an email thread (said thread was not inappropriate, but made light of some bad behavior within the company), even though the coworker in question had never responded to the email.
I was adopting my dog from animal control and I saw this guy come in asking about a couple of cats he dropped off the day before. He had changed his mind and was going to keep them.
The shelter has a policy that they don’t put down animals that have been surrendered until at least 3 days. I guess it gets really overcrowded or something, I’m not sure. The point is he had 48 hours until that could happen to his cats.
Anyway, he was explaining this to the front desk lady and she’s looking up records for him.
She tells him both cats were already put down. Omg, the look on his face still hurts my heart today. It was this look of hurt, guilt, anger, and sadness, simply gut-wrenching and he cried over those babies too. He was going on about how he had more time and they said they wouldn’t for three days!
Absolutely was not fair to the animals or him.
My parents are divorcing. Unbeknownst to my mom, my dad racked up over 400k in debt, plus he took out $100k in equity on the house. Now my mom must accept half of that debt, as well as give up half of her 401k. She worked hard for 30 years and will be left penniless. It is injustice to the highest degree.
When I was in grade school we had a final group assignment to design a community centre, with my teacher promising a lobster dinner for the group that had the highest mark. I had a bit of a crush on my teacher and thought hey, lobster dinner.
My group busted their a**es designing the “Hijinx” after-school community centre, calling a long list of businesses to determine membership fees, cost of construction (we got hung up on a lot looking for the price of building materials), community outreach programs and a whole lot more. We even helped the special needs kid in our group write a jingle – and we got the highest mark.
When it came time for our lobster dinner, my group stayed in the classroom during recess to enjoy the fruits of our labour. My teacher brings out our “lobster”, which was a loaf of bread with googly eyes and paper lobster claws stuck in the side.
It was on that day I learned the true meaning of disappointment.
My freshman year of college, I got to be extremely close with a girl who was a senior. We did everything together. At the time, I was heavily religious and so was she. We went to the same cultish church and spent almost all of our waking hours together. She was my best friend, and my duet partner when we lead worship at our university’s Christian group. She was stubborn and beautiful and she loved so deeply and truly. Just an all-around wonderful, intelligent girl.
The summer after she graduated, I went through some serious personal crap, and I ended up walking away from church and religion. Because of this, we grew apart. I still saw her and we were still friends, but the lack of proximity coupled with the loss of what had first bonded us strained things.
About a year went by, and I was seeing her less and less. I missed her and our friendship. I reached out. She came over to my dorm, and we spent some time together. We made plans to go see Les Mis in theaters the next week.
We never got to go.
She’d been having back pain the doctors couldn’t figure out, and that week she started having seizures and throwing up too. Because of these issues, she moved back in with her parents. She ended up diagnosed with Stage IV cancer. I was never able to afford the trip to be with her when she was sick. I still feel so guilty for not just figuring it out.
October will be four years since she passed, and I still miss her so so much. I’m big on remembering people accurately and not pretending they were perfect just because they’re gone. She wasn’t perfect by any means, but she was closer than anyone else I’ve ever known.
It was so unfair for someone like her to not only die young but to suffer as horribly as she did. It wasn’t fair that I wasn’t there for her when she needed me most. The world is truly dimmer without her light.
Me and my sister both had braces and had to wear those rubber bands that fix your jaw or whatever. I wore my bands every single night, while my sister rarely wore them.
When we had our dentist appointment, the dentist took a look at my teeth and then gave me a disappointed, “You haven’t been wearing your bands, have you?” I tried to tell her I always wore them, but she obviously didn’t believe me.
Then my sister got in the chair, and our dentist said “Wow! You’ve been wearing your bands!”
That was maybe 10 years ago. My teeth are still worse than my sister’s.
I took care of a woman who had cancer and was in her end days. She was young, late 30s, and had 3 sons, ages 9, 11 and 18. Apparently, she had only just been diagnosed earlier that year. Earlier in the year, when her husband got the news that she had cancer, he was on his way home to comfort her and was killed in a car accident. So these boys lost both their parents in the span of about 10 months. This woman not only found out she was dying but then was loaded with the grief of his death and the uncertainty of her children’s futures. All of us nurses had to rotate care of her, as no one could leave that room and not be in tears. We didn’t want to add to the boys’ grief.
Life is f*cked sometimes.
I hung out with a bunch of poor misfits in high school. We all wore hand-me-down clothes and qualified for free lunch at school and sh*t. Lots of single-parent families and government assistance.
This one girl in my group complained more than anyone else about how her family was poor. She often didn’t have lunch, and so the other kids would all chip in and either give her money or share our own lunches.
Two of the kids we hung out with were twin brothers. Their mom was raising them, plus their older brother, all on her own because their dad was incarcerated. He finally got out when we were teens, and pretty much immediately ran off and refused to pay support too.
Because of the circumstances, the boys started working to support their family really young – first doing odd jobs for folks and then getting real jobs as soon as they could.
The two of them felt so sorry for this girl, they decided to surprise her for Christmas one year. They saved up what they could for months and bought her a brand new game system she’d been complaining about wanting. Meanwhile, she gave a few of us used games and books – obviously previously played/read by her – wrapped in tinfoil instead of gift wrap, and we all shrugged that off because of course, she was poor.
A couple of weeks after that Christmas, the girl’s parents decided to let her throw her first small party for her friends at their house. Her dad picked us all up in their brand-new minivan and then drove us to their brand-new house.
After we arrived, we got introduced to her new puppy, and then given the home tour which included 5 bedrooms and a pool. Also notable was the girl’s bedroom, where her new game system sat alongside two other recent systems.
I found out later that her dad was an attorney, and her mom was a medical assistant. Her parents’ combined income was 3-4x what my family made in a year, much less our friends who had worked their a**es off to buy her that game system.
Her idea of being “poor” was based on her parents not buying her everything she wanted immediately. The reason she never had lunch money? She saved what her folks gave her to buy herself things instead while mooching off kids who were on free lunch. The reason she always gave us used stuff as gifts? Because she would have her parents buy a bunch of stuff “for her friends” on holidays, then keep it for herself while giving us stuff she no longer wanted instead.
I’ll never forget the look on my friends’ faces as they slowly realized that the person they’d worked to support out of sympathy was actually just a spoiled brat.
A girl who lived down the street from me growing up died in a car crash. She was really young. Hadn’t even finished college yet. Two or three years later her younger sister (who my sister and I used to play with together) died the exact same way. The only one left is the middle child, their brother. I can tell it has absolutely crushed their family and I just remember going to the funeral and thinking why? Why did they have to live through this not once but twice? That much heartache has to be unbelievable and it’s incredibly unfair. The brother was always a little prick growing up but man, I wish I could pull him aside now and tell him just how sorry I am that he has to live without his sisters and that if he needs anything, not to hesitate to ask. But I really never knew him well so he’d probably think that was weird. But I think of him and his family often.
A kid attacked me with a large stick on the playground in grade school. He was just beating on me. I was taught not to retaliate to bullies (terrible advice btw), so I grabbed his stick, tore it from his hands, threw it away, and told him “Stop!” He immediately ran to a playground chaperone and told them I stole his stick. I got after-school detention.
I’ve had a few experiences like that.
When my first dog was put down, I was like 15 or 16. That dog was my best d*mn friend. My parents had got her as a puppy a few weeks after I was born. We literally grew up together side by side. Like, when we were older, she would follow me around everywhere. I didn’t have to yell at her to get her to stop barking or to come to me or anything, all I had to do was simply say her name gently and tell her to stop, and that was it. Everyone else?
lol she refused to listen to anyone but me. I walked her every day. I played with her every day. I was the only one that fed her, and at night she slept with me every day. We did almost everything together. I loved the sh*t out of her. Well…
One day she started getting sick. She was getting older. And something about her back (she was a daschund) was getting worse, I think she had like bone cancer or something. Well, I knew it was getting bad but I didn’t know to what extent. And one day while I was at work, my mom called to tell me they had taken her to the vet, and that they were probably going to put her down. I told my mom to wait for me to get there, pleading with her and my dad to wait for me. They said they would. I wasn’t able to leave my work early and so it was like 2 hours before I got to the vet. Well, I got to the vet and they had already put her down. I still don’t know why…
you have to keep in mind all through my childhood and schooling years I literally had 0 friends. I was always bullied. Had multiple problems with other kids calling me a freak and all that sh*t. And I was heavily sheltered so that didn’t help. All I had to look forward to each day was hanging out with my dog.
And on that night, I watched the only thing that mattered to me be taken from me without being given the chance to say goodbye. I know that dog knew that I loved her, but still.
My psycho mom called the police on my brother and said he was hitting her. My brother was only refusing to give her money to support her gambling addiction and grabbed her wrist when he saw her grab a knife to keep her from slashing at him. My brother would never hit a woman.
Neither one of us talk to her anymore. She’s blown up our phones with guilt trips and lies and saying it’s our fault her life sucks and telling us she owns us as our mother. I left for the Navy when I got kicked out of the house at 17 to get away from home. My brother had to continue dealing with her for several years because he couldn’t join the military due to medical issues.
Our grandma (her mom) passed away and our uncle is in the hospital. But we don’t talk to that side of the family now because most of them have been ignorant of the toxicity and grip that our mother has had on us. Which sucks because they are really good people.
Someone spilled coffee on the doorknob in a classroom for my chemistry class. It was a high school class on a community college campus.
Our teacher decided that it had to be one of us who did it, and banned bathroom breaks and our normal class break for the entire week till one of us confessed.
The classes were 3 hours long.
One of the students took one for the team that day but then went straight to the admins of the program after class got out and explained what happened.
She was allowed to finish teaching the course but was never hired again.
In eighth grade, my phone got taken away because my alarm went off during class. Vice Principal came in and told me I could get it back at the end of the day in his office. After school, I went to his office to retrieve my phone but he wasn’t there. Went to the main office three times to have him called down over the PA system and staff walkie-talkies but he was nowhere to be found. My bus arrived so I walked in and grabbed my phone.
The next day I was called down to his office and he showed me footage of me going back and forth between the two offices and told me I was in trouble for taking back my phone. I argued back asking where he was and he said he would be in his office and that the phone was my property to retrieve. Heck, I even said that I understood why during school it was taken away to sugarcoat it. He wasn’t having any of it and told me I was suspended for taking an item from his office. He called my mom and told her none of the details of my suspension just that I had taken something from his office.
When I got in the car to go home I told my mom exactly what happened word for word and she was absolutely pissed. She stormed the office and demanded my suspension be lifted. The Vice Principal said there was nothing he could do. A year later it was discovered he was having an affair with a teacher. Today there is no doubt in my mind that when I was looking for my vice principal he was getting steamy with the teacher.
Not seen, but heard.
I once interviewed a guy in high school for some boring sh*t. Went to his house and everything. Old guy, but in my opinion, he would beat out that Don Equis guy for the most interesting man.
The interview took 5 minutes, but then he spent hours telling me other stories.
The sad one was about what happens to food that gets donated to “charity”. He was a mercenary for many years. He witnessed with his own eyes, a ship full of grains and canned goods docking in some African country I forget. The struggling civilians were kept behind a barbed fence while armed men came in and loaded up EVERYTHING onto their trucks. After they left, the fence gate was opened and the starving people were allowed to pick through the spilt grains, individual left-behind cans of goods, and rats (both dead and alive).
When you donate anything to “the poor” in 3rd world countries, all you’re doing is fueling the systems that keep the people in poverty.
One of my friends was really good at badminton but a girl (I think was an ex or something) charged him with a fake r*pe case, he ended up in jail for 3 years at the very best of his career until that girl admitted she was lying after which his reputation was gone and now he’s just a bus driver.
In college, I moved in with my girlfriend who is now my wife. My parents were so upset I was cut off from all insurance and lectured on how horrible a thing I had done. When my sister moved in with her boyfriend my dad went and painted their bedroom so it would look nice.
At my job, we have an internal company-wide instant messaging program. There is a coworker of mine who is a very attractive woman. A lot of the people in the office want to go out with her. Anyway, this dude who is a giant douchebag we all hate started messaging her on this app daily, asking her out. She would respond ‘no’ and leave it at that. This continued. She finally said ‘No, I have a partner’. You would always tell when he was turned down because he would storm out and be super aggressive and yell at random people. He again asked her out and she had to go ‘I am a lesbian’ and it still did not deter him. It got to the point where he would physically shove past her in the halls/on the floor and be generally intimidating, call her ugly and say he has a girlfriend anyway (this was in person and not over company messaging).
She finally went to the president of the company (it is privately owned and we don’t have any HR department) about it. She got written up for using that program as a personal dating service. They told her she should have never responded to him at all.
I assume this guy got in trouble but I don’t know if he did or not. He has since been promoted.
When my sister got her first period, my mom got her a stuffed animal and took her out for ice cream. When I got mine, I told my mom my privates were bleeding and I was scared, she hit me for lying, refused to believe me because I was “too young,” let me soak through my pajamas, made me show her my privates to confirm I wasn’t lying, then hit me again because my brother asked what was going on and I told him.
I think it was my last day in the Army. It is tradition and a norm for an outgoing service member to get an award encompassing their entire military service. I did 9 years, 2 deployments, spent months away from my family and was being discharged due to medical reasons. I asked about my award and was given a counselling statement saying I was too fat to be deemed eligible for an award. I had gained weight from a mix of medications and the inability to exercise. They didn’t even throw a farewell lunch. Only one person said goodbye to me. I am still bitter that after 3 years, on my last day, only one person gave a f*ck enough to say goodbye.
I’m sure no one will read this but I’ll put it on here anyways. My girlfriend died last week, she had been fighting and suffering for over two years because some jackass doctor misdiagnosed her. She had been through countless hospital stays and surgeries, two comas, and a dozen infections, and every time they’d say “She has 24 hours” she’d prove them wrong. But this time was different, the hospital knew she had the infection but didn’t disclose it, and someone decided it was her time to give up. That infection destroyed her organs, and by the time it was discovered by other doctors, it was too late. All because some egotistical a**hole stole her right to decide to fight.
I gave birth when I was 17. My son’s father was a drug addict, went to prison, abused me for years, threatened my life, and a month ago today overdosed and died. Everyone’s praising him for how “wonderful” he was, calling him such a kind soul and wonderful person yadda yadda. I raised his child alone, pulled all of the weight, paid for everything on my own because he wasn’t on child support, got a college degree, cleared my own criminal record, remained sober, became a manager of a corporation, and yet he’s getting all the credit for how “wonderful” he was and people are talking about how much he loved his son. I want to burn this whole place to the ground.
My friend’s mom was rushed to the hospital for an allergic reaction. She had oxygen tubes inside of her body, and she was only supposed to stay for a week. Well, on one of the days, a nurse accidentally unplugged her oxygen and don’t notice right away. Now, she’s left almost brain dead in a nursing home, and all she does is move her eyes and cry.
My friend attempted to sue, but he signed a mandatory “we [the hospital] are not responsible for a patient’s death” sort of paper when his mom was first admitted.
A good friend of mine who already had a significant other, introduced me to a new person in town. We hit it off, got pretty intense over the next 3 months. Surprise!! Just kidding. This new person was ‘in love’ with my good friend who introduced us the whole time. Good friend was too ashamed to admit they cheated on their significant other so the 3 months of pretending to like me was just stall time for them to break it off gracefully. The real bonus points kicker… the new person in town had also cheated.. with my good friend’s significant other. That’s how they met. ( must have got caught). Makes No sense!! My entire circle of friends found out early on anyway… and they just sat back and watched me crash and burn in a twisted sh*t show of heartbreak and long-term deception. The unfair part.. did nothing wrong, and now I have no friends.
My cousin got with a real d*ucheb*g.
She is in the military, and he works at Mcdonald’s. She carried the f*ck out of him when it came to money. He spent it on drugs and not much else. They got married, bought a 300k house with money from her parents (his parents paid a pittance) and got a German Shepard, and that was her death warrant. of course, while she was on tour he cheated on her, she found out and filed for a divorce. By this time she was quite a successful surgeon.
Get this. When splitting their assets, the judge decided to give the house to him because he was struggling with a very low income and would be made homeless. And also gave the dog to him because he made the case it got anxious whenever it wasn’t at home.
So my cousin has lost everything, moved back in with her parents several hundred grand out of pocket and she’s lost her dog. thanks, Justice.
We recently found out that my wife’s brother has been having a 4 year-long affair. He has two kids to the girl he cheated on. While this was going on, he has been building a house for his parents, to be sold once it is finished. He is getting paid to do this and has invested ZERO dollars into this venture. His Dad said to him, that he would split the profit with him 50/50. He could potentially stand to make 100’s thousands of dollars. He has said to his ex that he is sick of his current situation (which he created) and once the house is done, he is moving to Australia (where he has worked before). Setting himself up with the money from his Dad.
PLUS, a few months ago, my wife discovered that her cancer had come back, and asked her Dad for a loan so she could get a PET scan. To which she was told. “I am not a bank you know”
In February, I gave birth to a perfectly perfect son, our first child, in an emergency cesarean. He died in the hospital from pneumonia before we could bring him home. Aside from pneumonia, everything was healthy and well-developed. A few days after leaving the hospital, I returned with a serious infection in the cesarean line. They had to cut me back open with a scalpel, the worst pain I’ve ever felt, to let it drain and stuffed the area with a fistful of gauze to hold it open. I had a visiting nurse caring for me at home every other day. It took 4 months to heal. In June, I was told I wasn’t welcome back to my job because another teacher in the district wanted my position and had seniority over me, so I was let go from the school.
But even with all the unfairness of this year, life really is beautiful. There is so much good in this world, we just have to look for it. I’ve learned to slow down and appreciate everything. And while life can be incredibly painful and dark, there is so much love and beauty and goodness and light.
Years and years ago, there is a small family (two kids, two parents). They were poor. let’s call the son Bob and the daughter Sally. Bob is the only smart one. he goes to college, partly funded by his parents. Sally couldn’t go because she wasn’t smart, and didn’t have the money. Bob was brilliant. he goes for nuclear engineering, lands a great job, finds a wife, patents something, and retires at 29 with a couple of million. Sally (along with the rest of the family) are leeches to Bob. they believe everything that Bob has is theirs. Bob is sorta a pushover, and over the course of his life, gave his family two-thirds (!) of his net worth to his family. he has not talked to his family in over ten years, and every time they communicate, it is to ask for money. they blame all of their problems on Bob. Bob is not in any of their wills, and his whole family said that he will get nothing for being so greedy.
Bob has two daughters. daughter A is a mess. she is put into a rehab center at 12 for drugs and alcohol. She has attempted suicide 3+ times. her brain is stunted. She is 24 right now and has the IQ of a 13-year-old, and it will never get better. Daughter B is two years younger. She is brilliant. She is currently in college, studying to be a doctor. She is successful. about 5 years ago, Bob and his wife divorced. She is Bob’s pride and joy.
Suddenly, Bob had a heart attack and died. Because Bob made his will shortly after his daughters were born, his sister is the executor. His will states that 1/2 of his everything goes to his daughters and that the executor can take a “fee” for his/her services.
Bob has 11 million to his name.
The thing is, Sally, realizes that through a loophole, she can take any amount of “fee” for her troubles. her lawyer says that she can cut herself pretty much all of the $11 million. so, she does. she leaves her nieces (whom she has never met) with only thousands. daughter B can no longer afford college and is about to drop out.
Daughter b is my fiance.
A bus driver was getting fired from my grandma’s work while I was there once. His offense? He had his phone out while in the driver’s seat. The bus wasn’t moving but he was on camera making a phone call while in the driver’s seat.
He was on his phone because he had just witnessed a bad accident and was calling the police. He told the managers this and they said they didn’t care, he should have stood up. That’s the sh*ttiest reason I’ve seen to fire someone.
My dad always took care of himself. As a kid I remember him hitting the gym almost every day, he had a healthy diet, and never drank or smoked. He worked hard to keep things like his cholesterol in check and would get a physical every year. Fast forward and he now has Alzheimer’s. It’s absolutely devastating and unfair. Here’s this guy that by all accounts did everything right and he still ended up with this horrible disease.
A local teacher was accused of molesting a boy. He was fired and had lots of marital issues during the following months. Fast forward a few years, and everyone has all but forgotten about the child molester. Turns out, the kid was a problem child. The teacher punished him by telling him he wasn’t allowed to go on the field trip. The problem child convinced his partner in crime to act as a witness and they both came forward as a result of the punishment. The teacher was 100% innocent but lost everything on a false report and no one cared to follow the news of him being found innocent. He’s still known as the teacher fired for molesting a child.
I once saw a 60-something guy get deported. He’d been in the U.S. for forty-some years and, while not authorized to enter, had been a productive member of society, raising a great family, all of who were successful. He was caught speeding while going to the birth of his grandchild. The judge acknowledged how unfair it was, but was tied by inhumane immigration laws.
Unfairness is often a reflection of overbroad general rules applied in a uniform manner with some bad individual results. It can sometimes be cured by adding some nuance. Let’s think about how overbroad rules affect individuals and add some nuance to our thinking.
A colleague of mine who recently became disabled and requires a wheelchair has come back to work after a stroke. Nothing has been done to help him get about it, even the disabled toilet has a washing machine in it which makes it difficult for him to use. He put a status on Facebook about how he felt and said how he thinks they are doing it to push him out. The next day he’s in the office and gets a written warning. 2 weeks later and still nothing has been done for him. He can’t even use the door to get into the building by himself. Yes, he shouldn’t have put it online, but then again this is a company owned by Walmart and they should know better.
My family doesn’t have a ton of money, so my parents saved a lot of money for my brother’s birthday. They bought him a WiiU and 6 games. 4 months later, my birthday comes around and I get $40 and some socks. If this had only happened once, I wouldn’t mind but it happens every year for Christmas when my brother gets something expensive and I get a little money.
My manager decided she didn’t want me on her team anymore, and rather than be a grown-up about it, she spent months gaslighting me into thinking I was the world’s worst employee. Then she falsified some documents to make it look like I was failing, told her manager and HR that I was failing, and then told me that my options were to quit or be fired for underperformance. I tried to explain to HR that my manager was lying, and their suggestion was to quit or go through a lengthy and painful process to prove her wrong. There was apparently no mechanism for checking if the complainant is a lying a**h*le before initiating the process, and once the process begins, the chances of internal transfer (it’s a big organisation, and transfers are common) are exceptionally low. My health took a nosedive because of the stress, and I had to spend a lot of money on medical tests and treatments, just to keep going.
I chose to fight. I exposed all of her bad behaviour and proved that I wasn’t underperforming and that any issues were down to her incredibly poor management and inconsistent expectations. HR isn’t pushing me to quit anymore. HR also has quite a few questions for my manager (the first of which is probably “Are you trying to get us sued?”). However, even if I win the case, I’m now viewed as “trouble”, because I stood up for myself, and dished the dirt on a misbehaving manager. There aren’t many managers who’d willingly take on someone with a reputation for getting their manager in trouble.
I’m running on 90% outrage, and 10% spite these days