greenmangostudio

Our office has one of those fancy coffee machines with the pods kept in a little cabinet under it. The coffee is free, but the snacks next to it are honor system, like 75 cents for chips, $1 for a granola bar, that kind of thing. For some reason the snack money box is also kept in that same cabinet. No idea why. Probably because nobody wants cash just sitting out on the counter. The cabinet door had been sagging for weeks and scraping against the frame every time someone opened it. I went to grab a pod and it made that awful wood on wood sound again. I had already had fixed something at home in the morning and was feeling productive so I decided to mess with it for two minutes. I used to fix random stuff at my old job so I thought okay, easy, I’ll tighten the hinge screws and become the quiet office hero. So I opened the cabinet, moved the snack fund box onto the counter so I could actually reach the hinge, and crouched down with a screwdriver. Which is exactly when our offic...

I was in my class, and the teacher was telling us about pigments So, to give us a real idea, she decided to write the name of the pigments with their color. So, as a trick to remember them, she told us that they represented out country's flag tricolor(who could forget that right ?). Green, white, orange (I'm from india). But then i realized something. there was no orange, it was a yellow, like a crystal clear yellow to me. There must be no mistake, it is a yellow for sure. So, with full confidence , I blurted out "Mam! thats not an orange thats a yellow" She looked at me, amusingly, i was still confident, looked at her squarely feeling no shame at all or whatsoever. Just then, a girl spoke from back "NO that is an orange!" My confidence broke a little but i didnt budge, smiling. Now, my benchmate spoke"are you colorblind?" "No! i'm not" i replied The teacher smiled, and instantly got the yellow colour righ bes...

Obligatory ~this was not today, this was about 5ish years ago~ Let me preface this with a little about my sense of humor. I like to make sarcastic jokes. Like, I like to make a joke that is OBVIOUSLY not true, NO WAY, totally illogical, furthest thing from the truth. For example, I know my coworker just worked her ass off and got a bunch of overtime covering open shifts and she gets pulled into a meeting. Before the meeting I go "Damn, I can't believe they're going to fire you!" while we both fully know it's a meeting thanking her for her outstanding work. That type of sarcasm. I've made jokes like this since I was a kid. Anyway. A couple years after high school when I was living with my now-husband, I would go to my parents house every weekend to hang out with my mom. I'd usually come over around like 10am and hang out the whole day. On this particular weekend, I had texted my mom to see what time she wanted me to head over. She told me to ask my ...

‎I just want to share an absolutely unforgettable, hardcore commuting experience from back when I was working in Manila. It was a spiritual battle of cosmic proportions. ‎ ‎It started at work. My stomach hurt so bad that I literally had to temporarily stop breathing just to endure the hellish, stinging sensation. Realizing I couldn't function, I tapped out to head home. The plan: take a jeepney to another jeepney station, then head to the bus terminal. ‎ ‎ ‎I realized I ran out of change and only had a ₱1000 bill. I had to wander around the market completely lightheaded, dizzy, and fighting a lethal combo of acid reflux and aggressive diarrhea, begging vendors to break the bill. Because it was early/slow, everyone turned me down. I was so frustrated and desperate. Luckily, a legendary jeepney conductor saw my soul leaving my body and just gave me ₱20—enough for one trip. To that man: you are a literal guardian angel. ‎ ‎I finally made it to the bus terminal and immediately sprinted...

Obligatory “not actually today”. This was back when I was working at a very busy convenience store chain at the front counter. I was very friendly with most of our regulars and got consistently good reviews, but unbeknownst to most people, I’m autistic/ADHD and just very good at masking when in Customer Service mode. But sometimes the mask slips and it slips BAD. Like painful for everyone involved. A regular customer has his service dog with him all the time. This is a legit service animal, not an emotional support dog - he’s extremely well behaved and trained to support this customer for seizures if I remember correctly. Now, if you’re like me, you know that you are not supposed to touch a service animal without asking. Frankly, I don’t think you should ever touch ANY pet without asking, because you don’t know how the animal will react. But if you’re like me, you also know people are idiots and assholes and don’t care about things like that. On this particular day, I ring up Dog O...

In my defense, this wasn’t my first time on crutches. I had already gone through this whole ordeal once before on the other side. Total non weight bearing for 3 months, partial non weight bearing for 3 months. I thought I was an expert. I remember waking up from surgery and PT coming by to teach me to do stairs. I tried to decline. I remembered from last time (I even took notes!) but no, they had me do it again “just in case.” I remember all the discharge instructions from the surgeon and the nurses encouraging me to rest and to slow down. I remember distinctly thinking in my head “I know, I know, I know” and biting my tongue to keep from rushing them because I really just wanted to go home. Did I listen? I was on the phone and needed to go downstairs. I remember telling this to my friend. He asked if I needed to go? “No, it’s fine. I can do both.” Idiot. I held my phone up to my ear with my shoulder and used my hands for the crutches. Made it about halfway before I m...