greenmangostudio

This happened today and I'm typing this from the work bathroom because I can't face going back to my desk. I (21F) started at a marketing agency three weeks ago. First real job after graduating, been trying SO hard to seem professional. That lasted exactly 18 days. Friday night my girls drag me out to celebrate my first paycheck. We end up at this bar downtown. I'm two espresso martinis in and this guy comes up - tall, dark hair, great smile. We start talking and there's instant chemistry. He mentioned he works in marketing too and I was like oh cool same but we did NOT elaborate further. We were not there to network. One thing led to another. I went back to his place. I'll spare you the details but things were said that should never be repeated. Snuck out Saturday morning doing the walk of shame in last night's heels feeling like a legend. No numbers exchanged. No last names. No instagrams. Perfect one night story. Chapter closed. WRONG. Monday morning I ...

This happened a few years ago and I still cringe thinking about it. So my dad and I were just chilling at home, watching TV, when he asks me to look something up on my phone. Nothing unusual, happens all the time. He wanted to check the score of some game or find a restaurant, something completely normal and boring. Here's the thing. I was a teenager with zero media literacy and absolutely no concept of consequences. I had been using Chrome on my phone and never once thought about the fact that your most visited sites show up as little thumbnails the moment you open a new tab. And my bookmark collection was... let's say curated. Enthusiastically curated. I hand him the phone, he opens Chrome, and before he even types a single letter — there it is. Bold as the sun. A Pornhub thumbnail with a video title that left absolutely zero room for interpretation. And it wasn't just one bookmark. There were several. A whole row. A collection I had been building for months with what...

So this happened today, and i’m still cringing. i was venting to my best friend about a frustrating client at work, typing out a long, detailed message describing how ridiculous i thought the client was and including some… less than flattering personal opinions. I finished typing, and in my sleepy haze i hit “send” without double-checking the recipient. instead of sending it to my friend, i sent it to the entire work group chat — 25 people, including my manager. i realized immediately when i saw the “delivered” notification and my stomach dropped. For the next 10 minutes, i stared at my phone, paralyzed with regret. messages started pouring in — some people laughing nervously, some just reacting with “😳”, and of course a few asking if i was serious. i had to explain it was meant for a friend, apologize, and hope that my job wouldn’t be in jeopardy. the embarrassment is unreal, and now everyone at work probably thinks i’m unprofessional or bitter. Lesson learned: double-check your...

This is a bit of an embarrassing story and I'm choosing to be tarred and feathered if it's warranted. I sincerely didn't think I was capable of doing something like this, but I guess I don't know myself as much as I thought I did. For context, two years ago, I became severely mentally ill due to underlying ADHD symptoms that I didn't take seriously. As a result, at the advice of my friend, I decided to go to a doctor and get solutions. I was prescribed medication, I immediately felt better, and I coasted believing that I had shed my fears and anxieties. Which, as I soon found out, wasn't the case. Call me oblivious, call me narcissistic. I don't believe that to be true, but what I'm about to share can sure make it look like that from the outside looking in, and if it really is true, then I appreciate the honesty. My medication helps me to get tasks done on time, focus on projects, and get me to an emotional baseline. Before this, I was constantly fea...

I work remotely, and my company uses Microsoft Teams. We have a weekly all-hands meeting that is essentially just 45 minutes of managers reading statistics off a PowerPoint. It’s incredibly dry, so I usually just turn my camera off, leave my headset on, and make lunch or fold laundry. Today, the VP of Sales was in the middle of a very serious, monotone speech about Q1 revenue targets. While he was talking, my cat jumped up onto my desk. I have a terrible habit of aggressively baby-talking to my cat when no one is around. Without thinking, I leaned into the microphone and said—in the most absurd, high-pitched, cartoonish voice imaginable—"Who is a stinky little garbage goblin? Is it you? Yes it is! You're a stinky little goblin man!" I heard the VP stop mid-sentence. There was about five seconds of dead, agonizing silence on the call. Then, the VP cleared his throat and said, "Uh... could whoever is talking to the goblin please mute their microphone?" My so...

TIFU… technically about 20 years ago. When I was 14, I acquired (read: shoplifted) a long stuffed weiners dog from KB Toys at the mall and named him Ludwig Van Beethoven. He was filled with little styrofoam pellets, and I didn’t cuddle him — I used him as neck support on top of my pillow, as a neck pillow on the plane, or as a buffer against whatever surface I was sleeping on. I stopped using him when my future husband moved in. I decided I was too old to sleep with a stuffed animal. Time to grow up. The consequences weren’t immediate. About three years later, I started waking up with numb arms. Didn’t connect it to anything. Around ten years ago, the neck pain started — a morning kink that eventually turned into all-day shoulder/upper trap pain for the last 3 years. I’ve tried every pillow type. Memory foam, contoured, soft, firm. Did PT. Had X-rays done. Researched more than I care to admit. Just assumed I was tense, stressed, or aging. New normal, ya know? Recently I remember...