I did about 10 years ago. I was working as the entire marketing department for an Oil & Gas services company and I could not stand the owner’s son. At first we were friendly. He and I both struggled with mental illness and sort of bonded over being a little weird (I much more than him).

The problems didn’t start until he came back from a voluntary stay at a mental health facility determined to prove himself to his father. He took over my department (which was just me) and started making big sweeping changes to how I was supposed to work. He had a degree in business management and his only experience in marketing was that he was the CEO’s son.

We started clashing and arguing over every little thing and the more we quarreled the more involved he got. One day I was gchatting on my work computer with my SO at the time and expressed my frustration about the situation. Later that day he came by my desk to watch me work on a piece of collateral and saw that chat which I had forgotten about and left on one of my monitors.

From that moment on he was aggressively an asshole. His sister, the head of hr, put me on a performance improvement plan which is just HR code for looking for a reason to fire me. A few weeks later I was working on a major redesign of the website to reflect the new direction the President (my former boss) wanted to take the company, which Owner’s Son hated. He thought it was a waste of time so he set a bunch of really short deadlines he thought I would fail. When I came in on time and under budget for the second phase of the redesign he couldn’t keep the thin veneer of professionalism that kept our beef low key. He laid into the prototype as if it was final delivery and told me that if it were up to him he’d cancel the project (it wasn’t because I had gone over his head and got the entire C-Suite to approve the project). I was so angry I was shaking and all I could manage to say was that I was glad it wasn’t up to him.

I walked from his office to his sister’s and asked her to fire me (I gravely misunderstood the unemployment laws in Texas). After an hour of conversation she agreed and told me she would in a few days. Unfortunately for me my grandmother died the next day so I ended up taking a few days of bereavement leave. When I got back, while I was at lunch I got a notice from facebook that I had been removed as the admin for the company’s page so I knew before I finished my sandwich it was over.

I carried a grudge for many years after that and many times considered getting revenge. I even concocted a very vile plan to frame him for a crime by hacking his wifi and planting illegal content on his personal computer. Fortunately for everyone, I never did and eventually I realized the best revenge was to forget about him and live my life.

The older kid who stole my PSP then helped me look for it. I saw him with it 3 months later, told the school deputy. I ended up getting it back.

He knocked up some girl in high school and started working at Burger King. I went to college and got a degree. Neither of us have made good choices it seems.

Every pensioner that goes shopping on weekends. You have the whole week to roam around in the supermarket but no, you just have to choose the time when I’m off work to block every aisle and move at a snail’s pace.

But for real, probably my birthgiver. She’s the most narcissistic piece of shit I ever had the displeasure of meeting. Luckily I cut any contact years ago but I still wouldn’t piss on her if she was on fire.

No. The entire concept of that is incompatible with my world view. I can’t honestly even say that I hate anyone.

Not an enemy, more like a rival. He’s really good at what we do, clearly better than me. He lives a different life style than me, and is really smug about anyone who doesn’t share that life style.

He always makes me doubt myself, but I know it’s not on purpose. We have plenty of shared friends, so I guess we’re actually more friends than enemies. But I can’t help thinking about how excellent it would be to see him taken down a notch.

I don’t have enemies. I don’t really have friends, either. I maybe could use one or the other but I don’t have time in my life for both.

BootyEnthusiast@lemmy.dbzer0.com seems to think they are my arch nemesis.

The eternal lack of documentation at my workplace

I’m not a beefy person, more like an emotional vegetarian tbh. Plenty of people have had beef with me, some for known reasons and some I can only speculate about. People are allowed to have their feelings, and even when it bothered me I never saw a reason to change myself to in response to others, so I’ve never returned the favour.

Except one person. This fucker tormented me for years until I finally accepted him as an enemy. I finally won (had him fired while I got to stay on), but I still don’t feel good. I think this beef fundamentally changed me. I’m so much more petty and on edge and unwilling to trust people and let them in now than before. I don’t know if I wish that I had pushed back years earlier or just left years ago without engaging, but I don’t like myself as much now as I did before.

There was a family that was associated with the same social organization i still am. They attemped a power grab and were fairly successful in a subset of the organization. However they bit off more than they could chew and ended up being kicked out but they tried to take me down with them. It didn’t work only because I had the backing of the larger organization.

The dad’s resume came across my desk for a job recent. Sadly, he didn’t make the cut.

joined a start up. making bank, but the ceo is wicked. constantly saying people don’t work hard enough in front of others.

There was this guy that I thought was my friend. Whenever I felt down or had pretty bad thoughts, he assured me that was normal. I get that sometimes it helps, but he also never let me take things for granted, and even made me question genuinely positive things. He ended up ruining both of my major relationships and led me from a decently paying job (that I kind of enjoyed) to working a minimum wage job that ranges from decent to awful. He prevented me from enjoying things in life that I can never go back to experience ever again. I can’t say we’re besties anymore. That guy? That’s me.

Oh dear. Had this friend, J. She was an artist and taught classes for kids. My kid started her class when J and I were already friend.
A few months later we were supposed to co-host a big New Year’s Eve party for a bunch of our friends. J was moving, had job troubles, she bailed on the party the week before–didn’t help, didn’t even come. I was annoyed but I could understand.
In the same time period my kid decides she won’t re-enroll on J’s class because… well, because she’s 7 and she got bored. I try calling J to let her know. 15 times as I recall it, let’s say 7 times because I may be wrong. She doesn’t return my calls. I have other things in my mind and eventually forgets about it.
Two weeks later, first art lesson of the new year, Kid doesn’t go. Two minutes after the lesson ends, J is calling me screaming that I forbade Kid to come back because I was angry about the misses New Year’s Eve party.
Nothing I said could convince her otherwise, and my numerous “I should have told you, I tried to, I called you 10+ times and you never called me back, and then it was the holidays and it slipped my mind” could have been in Ancient Greek for all the good they did.
It’s been 4 years. Small town. To this day she crosses the road to avoid me. She’s telling people I’m a terrible mother and person.

You! I hate youuu grrrrrr

My grandiose narcissistic boss… waiting for this f*cker to get retired.

Then I gonna open the most expensive bottle of champagne I can afford to buy!