How did you use malicious compliance to absolutely wreck someone?

My brother-in-law worked for UPS for 17 years.

He was a bit of a joker and was constantly getting in trouble for coming to work with crazy hair colors or cornrows.

He was a big Italian guy and was told it wasn't appropriate.

It was always something, but they couldn't say anything about him wearing

sunglasses. So his little rebellion was that he'd wear the most outrageous sunglasses

sunglasses he could think of. One shaped like giant red lips, guitars with the stems sticking

up, purple ones with rhinestone hearts on them, anything for a laugh. After a while, people

knew him by his glasses. If someone said they lived in a certain area, I'd say, Oh, my brother-in-law is your UPS man, the guy with the crazy glasses. And their reply would almost always be something like, Oh, John, yeah, I love that guy, he's funny. He passed away four years ago. He was hit by a drunk driver while he was out walking one night. When we attended his funeral, all of the guys from work came dressed in their browns with crazy sunglasses on.

His best friend gave his eulogy wearing a pair of neon green glasses three times the size of his face,

and the pastor even borrowed John's guitar glasses when he went up to speak.

After his funeral, we counted, he had over 200 different pairs.

What started as him just being a pain in the butt to his boss, ended as a tribute to his character

in life of always wanting to make someone else smile. My boss is a huge D-bag. All he does all day long

is walk around and make sure everyone has their shirt tucked in, and generally

be a negative Nelly who everyone hates. So I came into work on my birthday the other day, and

my friend runs up to me and yells, Kevin, happy birthday, right in front of my boss's office. He

looks up and says, uh, Kevin, I'm thinking he's going to say happy birthday since he's no doubt

heard her. Instead, he says, yeah, go ahead and tuck your shirt and, okay? And he does the hand signal like he's tucking in an imaginary shirt. So I say, okay, no problem. I just have to put my stuff down real quick and I'll take care of it. So I walk over to my desk, which takes approximately seven seconds to get to, I put my stuff down, and as I'm

doing it, he comes up behind me again and says, Kevin, I said tuck in your shirt. So I quickly tuck it in, and as he's walking literally right by me, I say, sorry, I just had to put my stuff down first. And he walks away like I never said a word. For the record, I work in a call center, so no customers actually ever see us. Also, this was

more the proverbial straw that broke the camel's back in this situation. This guy had been

steadily cutting our pay since he got the job, and everyone hated him more for that than anything.

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