greenmangostudio

I have a colleague and she has these white steaks of hair and apparently they are expensive as fu*k. I thought her hair was greying because of age, turns out that she pays some one to make them grey/ silver and apparently this person did so good of a job that it looks almost natural to me. I guessed her age based on her hair and being very formal to her and she jokingly asked if I think she is too old! I mentioned her hair "greying", she was not too thrilled about it. Because it's expensive, it has to be redone after every three weeks and it's considered a fashion choice which my dumb ass never put together. Now I'm embarrassed and she is annoyed and my other colleagues got a good laugh out of it. Ladies, I'm not sure why you think a streak of grey hair would make you look beautiful but it surely does confuse us! TL;DR: I guessed someone's age wrong by mistaking their highlights as grey hair and now I'm embarrassed of not knowing that grey highli...

I'm laughing about the situation, because it's actually stale mate. To make it easy to digest, I have to tell it in chapters Chapter 1: The Move 2 weeks ago me and my new housemate moved into a house. It's a massive place in a city in Europe(keeping it vague for reasons), and it was cheap because it's right next to the train tracks (we have double glazed windows and we still hear t) even so, we love it here an wouldn't change a thing. chapter 2: the cintract Prior to moving, The rental agency asked if we have pets. The landlord has always allowed pets apparently (which is rare) but we felt like it could have been a setup to deny us a contract so we didn't tell them. They did, however, put a clause in the contract that says we can get pets in the future, we just need to ask the landlord for written consent. By that time it would have been so awkward to tell them we actually do have cats, and we decided to wait 2 months and then make up a story about a relati...

This happened yesterday and I’m still recovering. I work from home and we had one of those long weekly Zoom meetings. The kind where 15 people are on the call and only 3 of them actually talk. I joined a bit late and immediately muted myself. Or at least I thought I did. About 20 minutes in, the conversation turned into one of those awkward corporate debates where nobody wants to disagree directly, so everyone just says “yeah, I see your point” in slightly different tones. I was messaging a coworker privately like, “This meeting could’ve been an email.” Then my dog started whining because he wanted to go outside. I turned to him and said, in a very normal, not professional voice: “Bro. I know. I don’t want to be here either.” Silence. Like actual silence. Then someone said my name. I looked at my screen and saw the tiny mic icon glowing. Not muted. I had been unmuted the whole time. Apparently everyone heard the “bro” comment very clearly. My manager just said, “Sounds lik...

This didn’t happen today but a couple days ago and I’m still cringing. I work remotely and most of our communication is through Slack and email. A manager from another department sent a long message asking about some numbers in a report I helped put together. It was worded in a way that sounded like something was wrong. I glanced at it quickly between tasks and thought, “Oh, they’re just confused.” Without double checking anything, I replied with way too much confidence. Something along the lines of: “Those numbers are correct. I think you might be looking at an outdated version.” I even attached what I believed was the latest file. About 20 minutes later my actual manager messages me privately: “Hey… did you check the formula in column F?” I had not. Turns out when I duplicated a sheet earlier in the week, one of the formulas was referencing the wrong row. So yes — the numbers were wrong. Very wrong. Like thousands off wrong. The worst part? The entire thread now had four people CC’d...

Ever since I started baking I've heard so many good things about banana bread. Soft, sweet, nutty and so so heavenly. I'm not living under a rock. I know banana bread is a fan favourite. I've seen the praises. The reviews. The care and love put in them. I believed them cause why would the baking community lie. It has to be good right? Well I took time off, bought the ingredients, spent two hours making the dough, thought to myself, "hey it's mango season why not bake some mango cake or something. Well another hour later, I'm ready. I pop them in the oven and waited. I promptly decided I can't be bothered to make dinner, cause I can just eat cake. I'm an adult I can do that. I take it out.. they smell like bananas and mangoes. What did I expect. It's almost 8pm I let them cool and make myself a cup of coffee to go with the bread. I'm excited I cut the banana bread and its marvelous. Spongy, soft and perfectly baked. The mango cupcakes are just...

This happened this morning and I'm still cringing. I live in an older apartment building with those heavy self-closing doors and a lobby that echoes like a cave. I work from home and have made it my unofficial job to grab packages left in the entryway so they don't walk off - basically the "I'll hold the door" neighbor. Around 9 a.m. the buzzer went off over and over. I figured a courier was struggling, so I went down. There was a small pile of boxes and one had a big warning label: KEEP REFRIGERATED. It looked like it came from a medical supply place. My brain immediately went into helpful mode: Someone's getting meds, it's warm out, I should get this inside. I didn't check the name properly, and our building has two identical-looking entrances, so I assumed it was for one of us. So I did the dumbest thing I could think of: I picked it up, took it into the elevator, and started knocking on doors on my floor. I didn't open the box - I was just ...