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Malicious Compliance: I'm Indisposed,You Idiot! What Do You Think That Means?!

 

Malicious Compliance 3From u/talesfromdathrowaway, MaliciousCompliance

More than a decade ago I was an at large Quality Inspector for a large industrial manufacturer. I say at large because a majority of my work was on the plant floor, with my office only being used for paperwork and the occasional precision inspection. In the approximately 2 and a half years that I worked there, I had seven different people as my boss. Nine if you count the two guys that were in charge of my work twice.

Zapa (I’m not sure if that’s a real name, but it definitely wasn’t this guy’s real name) was an engineer from overseas, and his culture tends to produce arrogance in people that gain positions of authority. I don’t have a problem with people from that country, but both Zapa and his boss are some of the most arrogant men I have ever met (topping that list is a professor from the same country).

All of the supervisors and quality staff are required to have a radio. Our radios had several channels, and the QA team had their own. This would seem to make any conversation private, but the line inspectors all wore radios so a lot of the plant could hear them.

This particular bit of MC starts with a biological break. I am almost finished doing my business when I get called over the radio.

Zapa: “tales, this is Zapa.”

Tales: “Go for tales.”

Zapa:“Where are you right now?”

Not wanting to give the whole plant a mental picture they can’t unsee, I reply with, “Indisposed. I can meet in 5 minutes, just tell me where.”

Zapa:“But where are you right now?”

Jason bathroomTales: “Not currently available.”

Zapa: “tales, tell me where you are, RIGHT NOW.”

Sounds like he wants to chew my ass. Little did he know… Okay boss, you asked for it.

Tales: “I am currently in the 4th stall from the door in the East bathroom, sitting down and feeling much better.”

There is a pause on the other end of the line. I’m pretty sure that he was with someone else at the time, but I’ll never know. “When you are finished,” he said quietly, “please see me in my office.”

“Of course. I’ll be there in five minutes.”

I don't remember what was so important, but it wasn't anything that couldn't have waited five minutes. But he never pressed me over the radio again.

--u/talesfromdathrowaway

 

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