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The original was posted on /r/maliciouscompliance by /u/TapirRide on 2025-04-10 04:47:02+00:00.

I was a pharmacist at a Safeway in Arizona and my boss was a malignant narcissist, like textbook case. I enjoyed talking to customers and answering questions, which she hated as it was something she couldn’t control. She was a fanatic about small things, like putting covers over the computer keyboards every night when closing. Pharmacist positions in that town were scarce and I couldn’t afford to quit so I obeyed her weird directives and didn’t say anything. When the regional manager came to town they’d go out to lunch for hours (yay) and gossip. I grew tired of her intense and constant supervision but there wasn’t much I can do, she was desperate to find something about my work she could criticize. One day I arrived to my shift and she looked at me closely, then announced that my pants weren’t black enough and proceeded to write me up. The dress code was black pants or skirt, black shoes and white coat. I went out after work and bought a couple of pairs of black Dickies work pants about three sizes too big and a chain belt from Hot Topic as well as some goth jewelry, lots of skulls and stuff. Also some Doc Martens, effectively becoming a goth girl in my mid-forties. I figured out the make-up with the help of a neighbor’s kid. Next shift I showed up and she was speechless, but there wasn’t a damn thing she could do, nothing in the dress code said I couldn’t wear that. The RM showed up and they took a really long lunch, but couldn’t figure out a way to write me up again. What really got to her was when a secret shopper showed up and I helped him with some over the counter items, and subsequently was awarded a “smile award,” (I did make him laugh when I explained how to take Metamucil powder more easily). I got a free donut and cup of coffee while she was sent to “smile school” because of her dour manner.