What is going on everyone and welcome back to the channel. I hope you're all doing well. Today I've

got for you four revenge stories which you're going to love. Let's not waste any time. Sit back,

relax, make sure to subscribe to my channel on whatever platform you're on. If you do go on to

enjoy these four stories, let's go. I use theatrics to spite my bully. He was pretty dramatic about the whole thing.

Prelude.

When I was a young man of just 18, I got a job in the Canadian oil patch.

It was my first real job.

It was the early 2000s, and this paid $20 an hour with no experience or education required.

The minimum wage was sub-6 dollars back then. It was called

well testing. Basically, you hook up a closed pressure tank and flare stack to new oil and gas

wells, then flow them and gather data for the oil barons. It's hard work setting up and tearing down,

but the rest is recording gauges and computer work, not bad for a first job.

Except for freaking Gary.

You work two-man, 12-hour or four-man 24-hour crews.

One labourer and one supervisor a shift.

I was paired with a mean, spirited alcoholic in his mid-50s named Gary.

He was overweight and lazy, only helping with things too heavy to lift on my own, like 250-pound

pipes.

He spent his days in the trailer for the most part anyway, watching DVDs, napping, and hourly typing

a bit of data into a PC.

He also likes picking on me with jokes, read insults.

I'm not a small man, about 6-1 in heels. He was noticeably smaller, yet while not physically intimidated,

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