greenmangostudio

I can't get over this embarrassing incident that happened last Saturday. I work as a bartender in a fancy cocktail bar in NYC. The weekends are busy, and I’m able to read my tables quickly their body language, speed of drink, their tipping behaviour etc. You get the hang of things. This couple arrived and sat at the bar right in front of my station around 9pm. The first trouble sign was her mocktail order. I learned later that it wasn’t because she didn’t drink but because she wanted to stay sober enough to leave early if needed. Another concerning sign is that she left her coat on for the first 20 minutes. Another warning sign was her constant phone usage whenever he wasn’t looking. This dude was making a real effort not gonna lie. He ordered the good shit. He requested my suggestions. He showed her that he really liked her in a thoughtful way. My colleague and I have a whispered observation thing we do periodically in between the rush. I accept full responsibility for being ...

Before I get into this story, I just want to say that yes, I am a huge idiot and I fully brought this upon myself. I expect to get absolutely torn apart in the comments, but this story is too good (or too bad) not to share. This all happened last night around 8:30 pm. I, 31M, decided it would be a great idea to finally deal with the poop stew that has been quietly fermenting for a year in a trash can in my backyard. Some backstory on the trash can. About two years ago, my wife, 30F, and I moved into a rental house with our dog and quickly realized we needed somewhere to store dog poop to keep the yard clean. This is where the bad decision-making began. Instead of grabbing a small Home Depot bucket, we opted for a large trash can. Bigger than a kitchen bin, smaller than a curbside dumpster. Stupid. I know. For a while, it worked. We lined it with a trash bag, tossed in the K-9 fecal grenades, and every week we’d pull the bag, tie it off, and throw it into our dumpster right before pi...

God this is silly. My little sister and I were supposed to return to campus today. i mean we ALWAYS come back together. for safety and other things. so for context our uni does this traditional thing, i won't specify for anonymity but its pretty wholesome. its kinda spontaneous too, as in you only hear about it the day of. and my sister is a freshman so she has never experienced it before but I've told her how it was last year in detail. so basically she has been looking forward to it all year.( yeah only happens at the end of the year) so when she told me she isn't coming today i kinda got mad and for me it was sort of a rebellious moment of like "am not her shepherd, i won't stay home again just cause she doesn't wanna go". but my gut feeling was- and i mean sickeningly insistent on nagging her so i asked a couple of times. she refused which made my ego even more involved. she even asked if she can join me in drinking some fancy latté at some cafe rig...

[Original post here] https://www.reddit.com/r/tifu/comments/1shfptg/tifu_by_accidentally_learning_my_coworkers_salary/ People wanted an update so here it is. Short one because honestly I'm still processing. First the math. A LOT of you pointed out that a $31k annual gap over 14 working days is not $6,100. It's about $1,700. I had a formula error. In the spreadsheet. The spreadsheet I built specifically to track numbers. Greg Data has been corrected. I left the old column in there labeled "wrong" because I think I deserve to look at it every time I open the file. Someone commented "this is why Greg makes more than you" and yeah. That's fair. Now. Many of you are convinced Greg left his offer letter open on purpose. That nobody zooms a PDF to 400% by accident. I kept telling myself no that's crazy, that's a conspiracy theory about a man who brings cookies to work on Fridays, and then Monday happened. Monday. I'm at my desk. Greg walks over...

For a bit of context, I live in an apartment complex that my parents pay for because I am currently in college. I don’t have roommates, and I live in a really nice area close to my school. Because of that, my boyfriend spends a lot of time at my apartment. It’s fun—we get to spend time together and be intimate, and it hasn’t been a problem. When I first moved in, my next-door neighbor was a woman in her 50s who was barely ever there. She mostly used the apartment on weekends, so noise was never really an issue. (Just to clarify, I don’t like being noisy because I don’t want people to know I’m having sex, but let’s be honest—there’s always at least a little bit of noise.) About three months ago, someone new moved into that apartment. I saw it was a woman in her 30s or 40s, and since I never saw anyone else, I assumed she lived alone. Now, here’s where I fucked up. Yesterday, my boyfriend came over and we had sex. I was a little louder than usual, but nothing crazy—I promise. I even...

I am in Grade 11 functions class and for the past week or so we've been learning trigonometry ratios from 0 degrees from 360 degrees. Today was our unit 4 test and I even studied last night, feeling confident on today's unit test, I was right, I was confident even while doing the test and I even thought I would get at least a 90...that was until during the next class when I double checked the correct special triangles ratios and numbers that we needed to remember, turns out I remembered it wrong while doing my test. The problem is most of the questions on the test I just did this morning is dependent on the numbers of the special triangles ratios i needed to memorise...other than the numbers that were wrong, I am pretty sure the process I did were correct. For those who doesn't know what does memorizing special triangles ratios mean, its just basically a "formula" we needed to remember in order to calculate the correct trig ratios. I really hope my teacher can ...