greenmangostudio

So I(36 F) work at a school transportation department as a driver. This means I use company cars to get kids to and from school (as they can't get ride along bus for whatever reason). The company vehicle gets serviced every set number of miles or if something comes up. Very nice, but can be annoying as I have to park elsewhere and therefore am stuck at the place if the vehicle needs work/breaks down. I took the van i drive into their mechanic shop and knew it was going to be a long time (special extra battery for safety auto stop/start system, to be more exo friendly.*EDITED FOR CLARITY). At least a few hours to do the work. I am NOT a morning person but love kids, so i do my best to be awake at crack of dawn. While waiting I check to see if I can get a coffee to stay awake. Nope. Knowing they have my number, I decide to take advantage of the nice weather (70s with a decent breeze and solid shade) just outside. Mechanic is amused and agrees to let me know. So I go outside, si...

I came out of a store and walked toward what I thought was my car. Same color, parked where I remembered leaving it. I pressed the unlock button. Nothing. I pressed it again, then tried the door handle. Then I looked through the window. There was a kid in the back seat staring directly at me. I froze and looked toward the driver’s seat. A dad was staring at me like I was trying to steal his family. I realized it wasn’t my car. He rolled down the window and I said, “shoot, I’m so sorry. I thought this was my car.” He started laughing and said, “I was wondering what you were doing. You were fighting with that door forever.” We both started laughing like crazy. My actual car was two spaces away. Same color & model. “TL;DR” what a great way to start off the weekend!

I teach at a specialized school for students with emotional and mental disabilities. At this school, students' birthdays are celebrated with great importance and reverence. Yesterday, I spent the entire day rushing to gather signatures for a birthday card we had created for one of our students. The card was a single sheet of paper featuring his favorite kaiju character, and the entire staff had planned to sign it and present it to him. I tirelessly moved around the school to collect all the signatures in time for today’s celebration. Once it was complete, I placed the card in the laminator to protect it from damage. However, when I retrieved it, I was devastated to find that all the signatures and heartfelt notes had vanished. I soon realized I had used an erasable pen, which another teacher had kindly lent me so everyone could write their personal messages. Unfortunately, the laminator's heat caused the ink to disappear completely, erasing all the thoughtful comments and signa...

I’m a manager at a tech company, currently recruiting for my team. For those not in the know, recruiting is a miserable process. Trust me, we hate this end of the process almost as much as you do. I must’ve interviewed over 3 dozen candidates at this point, most of which fell apart in the technical interview, and those that didn’t wound up withdrawing due to offers that came in before my talent team sent them a letter. Anyway, I interviewed a candidate yesterday along with my lead developer, and my director. She did very well, very minor reservations about her personality given the position she was going for but we liked her a lot. We were pinging each other in the background, discussing ways to challenge her, commenting on her performance in the interview, yada yada yada. After we were done and said goodbye to our candidate, I called the two of them to discuss the interview. And me, being “funny” opened the call with “THAT’S OUR HITLER!” In my best Nathan Lane impression. My lead de...

This happened a few weeks ago, but I still claim the right to post about it. Context: I just started college. I’m in a new state, I don’t know anyone here. I live in a dorm room by myself. I was supposed to have a roommate, but when we were texting beforehand, I told her that I was a transgender woman, and she ghosted me and didn’t show up. One side of the room has all my stuff, the other has an empty mattress, an empty closet, empty dressers, and an empty desk. I also, for some reason, brought four sets of bedsheets. I quickly realized why I wouldn’t need that many, so I just have a lot to spare. The event: One day, a few people who live on my floor knocked at my door asking if I had a spare air mattress that they could borrow. I don’t have one, but there is an entire unused mattress in my dorm room, so I said they could take it. On their way out, I also gave them a set of bedsheets. It was a completely unused set of purple sheets, folded up in my drawer, and I handed it over. ...

So I (25f) started in August a new job in an area that's new to me(logistics), I have no relevant experience with the magnitude that y new job has, which is something that when I got hired was highlighted that it was a gap that had to be filled. The last 2 weeks I've started to have more responsibilities and with that came a lot of checking information in a few platforms; in one of them I have to check that shipments get on time and if they have delays, I have to modify the time on the platform so the warehouse can accept it if it's not modified on time the option blocks itself and you can get a fine, and the whole reservation has a period of time that if the cargo is not received that availability of the space will expire and you get an even bigger fine. While checking and modifying there was this shipment that their option to modify was already blocked but it still was not expired, since I couldn't modify it, I didn't check when it was going to expire and now toda...