greenmangostudio

I posted on here that I accidentally solved a puzzle box that my mom bought for my sister's birthday. It was three cubes attached to three ropes all tied together, and the goal was to just separate them without untying the ropes. I looked at it curiously and was just fidgeting with it while Joe bart played on my TV. I had to have only done like 4 or 5 loops and twists and stuff before one of the three cubes was freed and the others could've easily been separated. I felt awful about it and tried to re-tangle it myself for a while before giving up. Well, I posted that day and woke up to a bunch of comments. First of all, I recognize I shouldn't have messed with it in the first place. It's not mine so don't touch it. I should've known that. Second, I thought that my mom spent a lot of money on it, and I'd just ruined it and felt terrible. Apparently it was a pretty cheap one she'd bought at this bookstore, so at least it wasn't a huge waste of mon...

Obligatory "this didn't happen today, but yesterday." My soul still hasn't fully re-entered my body. Yesterday afternoon I was running a quick errand at the grocery store while my friend waited outside in the parking lot. She drives a plain, silver Hyundai Elantra—literally the most generic NPC car on the planet. I was running on four hours of sleep, staring down at my phone reading a recipe, and basically walking on autopilot. I saw the silver Elantra parked right where I remembered leaving her, opened the passenger door, and dropped inside. Without looking up from my screen, I threw my bags at my feet, pulled the door shut, and reached straight into the cupholder. There was an open bag of chips sitting there. I grabbed a handful without asking, shoved them into my mouth, and immediately said: "Sour cream and onion? Be so serious right now. I explicitly told you salt and vinegar, what is wrong with you?" Complete silence.... No "fuck off,...

During a birthday party last friday, my 5 yo son fell from a tree, landed on his shoulder and broke his collar bone. We immediatly wen to the ER to get it checked and after 4 hours we could go home. Sonce then he wears a so called clavicle bandage to help it grow back together. For a whole week we were like walking on egg shells telling him not to run too fast, to not to trip and fall over to break kt again. He made great efforts and it didn't seem to affect him that much. Also the pain seemed to have gone away or at least being tolerable. Today, before he went to bed, he sat on my lap. And I grabbed him gently under his shoulders and helped him get up. And suddenly we, my wife and I, heard a cracking sound. I was sure it was the door creaking because my daughter was staying in the door frame and she touched it. But my wife thought it was my son's collarbone breaking again. I immediatly assumed the worst. And at first my son didn't seem to bother but a fter some min...

Obligatory this happened today, and I am currently sitting on my couch on a Friday night questioning all my life choices. ​For context, I’m an intern. For the past few weeks, I’ve been dealing with a minor, non-blocking IT issue on my work laptop. After weeks of getting bounced around different support agents, IT remoted in today to try a new fix. ​Whatever they did catastrophically failed. I was suddenly completely locked out of my machine. I called local IT, and they told me they couldn't fix it until next week, meaning I couldn't do any work for the next four days. ​Enter the panic. I'm an intern, I want to prove myself, and being totally blocked from working stressed me out. ​I decided to write an urgent escalation email to the IT management team. I wanted to keep a paper trail, so I started typing my company's name into the CC bar, clicked the first suggested group that popped up, and hit send. ​Almost immediately, an IT admin pinged me: "Do not send...

Today I called off of work because I had a few interviews lined up and just didn't have a quiet place to conduct the interview. (Also cameras are everywhere.) I am harsh on myself but I simply didn't think the interview was that good frankly and the other interview fell through (no response). Suddenly my boss calls me and asks for my work documents because she needs them for a meeting. (She was gone for a few days, had no clue when she was coming back but of course she come back on the day I am gone with the documents in my house and of course the meeting is today. Phenomenal.) I told her I have them, and I was stumbling, stuttering and fumbling over the goddamn phone like a buffoon while my sup does that Nicki Minaj low whisper voice when she's mad. (Simply an accident I always leave my work at home but one time I left my timesheet at work and had to send it late to payroll. I overcorrected and decieded to only my notes come home with me, surprise, surprise: importa...

I have a dead-end job, like the rest of the world right now, but I’m here and making it work. Sometimes when I get fed up, I will mime bashing my head into things like I’m ready to take myself out. I will either do it very softly, stop myself before hitting my skull, or put my hand down on the object so no harm done. I don’t actually aim to hurt myself here. Today started off as a trying day- I had a disappointing morning and was stuck answering questions from my manager, who often asks repetitive and pointless stuff. It’s just myself and my two coworkers on the team, and we are very short staffed, so our team of three is doing work for what should be a team of eight. It can get stressful very easily. I left my manager’s cubicle and walked over to my coworker’s, and she sits next to a solid row of cabinets, with very hard wooden tops. I’ve mimed banging my head against them before, so when my coworker looked up at me, I went to do it again. My dear readers- I misjudged the distance...