Two of my co-workers (colleagues is too nice a word) have given me quite a difficult time since I've been here. To make myself feel better I refer to them mentally as Crabbe and Goyle.
To give a little back story, one (Goyle) actively started to harass me daily and sabotage me from practically the moment I arrived at the level of stealing things that I needed for my work, which took me awhile to figure out, and eventually I had to file an official complaint. Thankfully, everyone seemed to believe me, as there had been other similar complaints in the distant past about the same person, but they didn't end of firing him because they couldn't prove what happened. The other guy is basically his side kick who has harassed me much more mildly, but he has knocked that off since my official complaint; it seems he likes his job more than his "buddy."
And so, for the first time in my life, I now get to experience Schadenfreude. Every time they mess up, which is regularly. This morning Crabbe is running around like a chicken with his head cut off trying to fix a screw up he made that is about to affect hundreds of people in 10 minutes. He won't let me know directly what happened, and thankfully he is smart enough not to ask me to help him dig out of the mess he made, but I am hearing the story as he runs around and makes pleas for help from various other people. At least he admits it; just heard him say "totally my fault." Goyle did something similar a few months ago, and I got to witness his panic after he realized he was affecting hundreds of people because he didn't catch it before everyone arrived, but of course Goyle ultimately tried to pin it on others below him on the food chain (but I KNOW who really fucked up, and so do several other people.)
Ah Schadenfreude!
Share your related stories here. Normally I would feel guilty about taking delight in the misfortune of others, but not in the case of these two bozos.