greenmangostudio

I (28M) am a US citizen who's been working in the UK for the past two years. I made the decision to move back home and am finally on the road back home. The catch? I brought my cat (F5) with me. The UK is super strict about how animals can enter and exit the country, and I'm super protective of my cat, so I have to fly into and out of the EU in order to have her ride in the cabin of the plane with me and have her with me the entire time. The journey up to this point has been stressful for me and my cat. In addition to everything that comes with leaving a toxic work environment and mental health struggles, I spent all of last week getting everything removed from our London flat. Monday, she had a vet appointment to get cleared to travel and then had a hotel stay. Tuesday (yesterday), we had a seven-hour car ride from our hotel in London to the new hotel in a town near CDG airport. The idea for the French leg of our trip was that we would arrive on Tuesday, spend the day in Fra...

​TL;DR: Cleaned my school bus window so well it looked invisible, tried to toss a cup of my own pee out of it after a long route, and ended up covering myself and the driver's cab in urine right before a surprise inspection from my nightmare boss. Got suspended, but it gave me the push to quit and change careers. This actually happened a while ago, but I’m finally able to laugh about it and the smell is long gone. ​For context, I used to be a mini school bus driver. I’m normally a massive clean freak and my bus was usually spotless. But my former boss was an absolute tyrant who treated everyone like garbage and seemed to live to make our lives a living hell. If there was a single piece of dust, you’d get written up. Last week, one of the kids left an empty soda can in the back. I missed it during my sweep, and my boss called me into his office just to belittled me and act like I’d committed a felony. ​Naturally, this kind of micromanagement led to a union meeting to address h...

I (f17) and my sister (f27) were very close especially after she had a kid. we’d hang out all the time, have sleepovers, etc (normal sibling stuff). the one thing we’d disagree about majorly though is our bio-mother. i went no contact with our Bio-m, as she watched me get abused by her husband and did nothing. only staying for the money. my sister stayed in contact which I respected until she constantly started to ask me if I wanted to talk to her. when I say constantly I mean every other conversation. it got really bad. she never took my trauma seriously, saying I never had it as bad as she did when she was younger. it all came a head when our Bio-M divorced her then-husband. apparently getting it into her head that I’d talk to her again. my sister called me during work and asked the question. I said no, afterwards proceeding to send her a text about how I’d just like for her to stop asking me at all and stop mentioning Bio-M. she sent a snarky text back a few minutes later and gh...

this wasn’t technically today, it was yesterday, but i write fanfiction & i’m also in university at the same time. so, my university has a proofreader and a coding program built into one (claims to be powered by grammarly for the proofreading, claude for the code) & last night, i finished my fanfiction & decided to pop it into the proofreader for spellcheck & other things. i was not purposely engaging with the coding component whatsoever. apparently though, the entire program ISNT powered by grammarly anymore & completely merged with claude (i didn’t know this) until i upload the draft, with the file name and all, and i got an error code saying it couldn’t be processed due to “copyright violation” since it’s RPF (real person fiction) & to try again. so, i try again but i changed the names in the fiction to avoid that (perro, conejito & oso were what i changed the names to) & i was immediately met with a very long warning about “purposely attempting t...

I ruined my own eyes because of my own stupidity. I ignored my eye symptoms for a long time, convincing myself they were only temporary and would eventually go away. Instead, they kept getting worse. After two months, things had deteriorated so much that I spent all of my savings seeing three different eye doctors. The first two treatments didn't help at all, and my vision continued to decline. The third doctor finally figured out what was actually wrong. He prescribed five different medications that I needed to buy out of pocket. Unfortunately, I couldn't afford them all. I only bought two of them—Lotemax for the inflammation and Sancoba—and planned to buy the remaining medications after I got paid the following month. I never imagined that one month would be enough for my eyes to deteriorate beyond recovery. Looking back, I missed multiple opportunities to treat my condition because I kept delaying it. I also made the incredibly stupid decision to skip some of the prescribed ...

My passport got slightly bent after I left it in an overpacked drawer, so I put it inside the heaviest cookbook I own and stacked a few more books on top. It worked perfectly, and I completely forgot it was still in there. While clearing out my kitchen, I donated a box of cookbooks to a local charity shop. Later, while packing for a trip I’ve been saving money for, I couldn’t find my passport anywhere. After tearing apart my apartment, I remembered my genius passport flattening system. I called the shop and the cookbook had already sold. Thankfully the person who bought it found my passport next to a beef stew recipe and contacted the shop. I got it back, but she did ask why I use government documents as bookmarks. TL;DR I flattened my passport inside a cookbook, forgot about it, donated the book and accidentally gave a stranger my identity with 200 soup recipes.