What is up, Waffle Gang? I do hope you are well. My name is Mark, and today we're checking out some

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Let's just jump straight in to the maliciously good stuff. Whatever that means.

Our first story comes from Scout.

Is it okay if I fire you?

Obligatory long-time reader, first-time poster on mobile, yada-da-da.

This is a story of malicious compliance that a previous boss had done, but involved me

directly, as will be explained. Time frame is early 2000s for reference. In my late high school

slash early college years, I had a job doing telemarketing working during winter and summer breaks.

While it was boiler room cold calling, we primarily were soliciting donations

for agencies that had contracted us to do the work, so felt less scuzzy. Think police departments,

fire departments, etc. We kept the portion of the donations for operating expenses. Everything over a certain

threshold went directly to the receiving party. Everybody wins.

I enjoyed the job as the scripts were simple. I was allowed to read a book and search between calls,

and a number of my friends were also employed there so we could hang out during lunch breaks.

The pay was a decent chunk above minimum wage at the time, so it was a good gig.

I also had a knack for it, and at one point was fifth in sales across all

their sites they had in operation, second in our building. One summer while driving to work,

my car promptly dies with no warning and I'm left stranded on the road. As you're doing this

situation back before cell phones for poor college students were a thing,

I walked to the nearest house and asked to use the phone.

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