greenmangostudio

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...

I developed anorexia and eating disorder when I was 12 till somewhere around 13. I would starve myself on purpose and purge daily. I did it in two chunks 6months and for about 2 months I took a break and after I went back doing for another 6months I stopped the cycle from then and went back to eating normally. During malnutrition period I have grown 7cm but lost 13 pounds. Would my past action lead to me becoming smaller as an adult and can I recover my lost growth since I am a male? I have posted something similar in another sub and there were different answers some were about me permenantly causing damage while others say the there is a likely chance of catch up in growth. if it does stunt my growth then yea its kind of sad. The worst part is that I don't have genetics to support my growth. My parents are in the shorter side mom at 5 foot 2 and dad is 5 foot 9 and me also being the same height as mom. Im also dealing with which i would assume a repercussion effect where I would ...

This literally happened within the last 20 minutes. On Fridays I do all of the dishes for each of the classrooms in the school I teach at. (All of our guides take on multiple roles) When I was taking a couple of the tubs off of one of the dish racks I didn't realize that a bunch of still pretty hot water was in the rim. Anyway, when I picked it up the water of course flew out and bypassed my waterproof apron going straight on to my chest and down my shirt. I was able to react quickly enough and bent over throwing off my headphones, apron, and gloves before running to the bathroom. Luckily the water wasn't still boiling hot or this could've been a lot worse. I'm currently taking a break with a dish towel tucked in my shirt like a bib and a wet paper towel wedged between my b00bs. TLDR: accidentally splashed hot water on my yitties and now I look like an idiot haha (Edited to fix a typo)