greenmangostudio

Important context pt 1: I live in the upper level of a duplex that’s built into a hill. On the side of the house, I have two windows and one door. One window and the door open the porch, which is built on the upper part of the hill. The other window (my bedroom) is about 3 feet after the porch ends and overlooks the downstairs neighbor’s yard. The porch has a railing with spaces of a few inches between each slat. Important context pt 2: My cat is indoor/outdoor and loves sitting on the porch to soak in the sun. He can wander out into the yard via the porch stairs and does so regularly. He is also a beefy boy. Not fat (no matter what any vet might say), but structurally sound. Up until this point, I had no reason to believe he could fit through the railing as he has never tried. Important context pt 3: My cat is a ham of epic proportions. If there is attention to be had, he wants it. He will lay on my keyboard while I’m working, greet DoorDash drivers, wake me up to demand cuddles, ...

My daughter is 14 months old. Lately she's been absolutely done with her high chair climbing the straps and screaming. I figured she'd outgrown it. I decided to sell it before it became clutter. So I spent a full hour scrubbing dried sweet potato from it. Moved the couch for better lighting. Wrote a weirdly emotional listing description about moving on to the next stage of childhood. I was right in the middle of a multi-angle photoshoot when my wife walked in. She asked what the hell I was doing with the furniture. I told her she’s too big for this. I'm selling it on Facebook market so we can buy a booster seat. She told me that its a grow with me high chair and its just right for our daughter. She didnt argue further and just went to the junk drawer, pulled out the manual I'd never opened, and gave it to me. Turns out, this thing is basically a Transformer and I’m just the idiot who didnt check. so yeah I didnt need a new seat; I needed to read. Tonight, my baby girl...

So i work at a fast food restaurant that won’t be named for the sake of keeping my job. About a week ago my girlfriend showed me a post on Facebook from this dude saying that he found a worm in her drink that was served from my location. My job is just to hand the food out of the window and prepare drive thru customers drinks(think Lemonade and Pepsi). I, trying to be a good employee take a screenshot and put it in our work group chat which is just on an app; honestly i thought the group chat contained everyone that worked in our store not really any other high ranking supervisors. I was wrong. My manager(Big boss) quickly says “you should have texted me about this privately”. The next day at work i go in thinking nothing really other than i did my duty and they’d say the usual company mandated sorry. About three hours into my shift a separate manager than the one that talked to me starts looking around under my drink machine and after 20 minutes i hear a loud “GASP” followed by thre...

So a while back I made the questionable decision to bring a disposable camera on a night out with a girl I was seeing. At some point we thought it’d be funny to take a few… let’s just call them spicy pictures. Fast forward a few days, I drop the camera off to get developed and don’t think much of it. When I go to pick up the photos, the person behind the counter hands me the envelope, looks at me for a second, and goes, “Hey… don’t you sit in my history class?” Yeah. It was one of my classmates. Turns out they worked there part-time and did a lot of the photo developing. So there I am, holding this envelope, realizing there’s a very real chance they saw every single picture in there. We made eye contact for a solid two seconds too long, and I just said “Thanks” and left like my life depended on it. Next class was… awkward. TL;DR: Took “spicy” pics on a disposable camera, got them developed, and found out my classmate was the one who processed them.

This is probably one of the more humiliating things I’ve had to admit on the internet and my sister is still mad but I’m gonna tell you all. So here we go. A few days ago my sister and I went to a wooded area near our town to hang out and film some TikToks. It’s a place we’ve been to before, nothing remote or dangerous, just a forest park with walking paths and open space between trees. We were in one of those moods where everything feels like content, so we brought our phones and a little tripod and started filming random clips as we walked. At first it was harmless stuff. Trendy transitions, silly voiceovers, pretending to be travel influencers in a forest that is actually twenty minutes from home. We were laughing a lot and not taking anything too seriously. After a while we found a clearing with some fallen logs that looked good for filming. My sister wanted to record a short dance TikTok she had been practicing, so we set up the phone and got ready. Right before she started,...

Last month I saw a few places to live at in a beautiful apartment building and decided on a flex because of the size. I had recently started medication and did not realize that I wasn’t thinking clearly. I thought the place was perfect, but I forgot to ask how the roommates were. They’re strict. Very strict. Can’t have friends over for more than 1-2 hours, no sleepovers allowed, language barriers causing misunderstandings over the phone and over text I wanted to move to get more freedom but it honestly sounds like I’m gonna have less freedom than where I live currently with my parents. I’m scared they’ll get upset at me for even going out sometimes. I paid $500 to apply for this room. Paid the security deposit. Signed the papers. Now I have to find someone else and do everything all over again. I’m so overwhelmed my heart keeps racing and I don’t want to tell my parents because they were against me moving in the first place TL;DR: I rushed a flex room apartment application an...