greenmangostudio

so yeah i basically tried to be the quiet hero and ended up being the reason everything blew up small warehouse office like 5-6 of us nothing fancy everyone kinda covers for each other cuz management is not exactly chill and if something goes wrong it turns into a whole thing so my coworker lena messes up this order pretty bad wrong quantities wrong address like the whole combo and i catch it while checking something else and shes already gone for the day and in my head im like ok if this goes out like this tomorrow boss is gonna notice instantly and shes gonna get cooked so instead of just leaving it or texting her i go nah ill fix it real quick no big deal i go into the system change everything make it look clean dont leave a note dont tell anyone just thinking yeah crisis averted good job except… i didnt know she had already manually updated part of the shipping labels so now system says one thing labels say another and the packages that went out in the morning are basically...

After boiling an egg, I peeled a bit of a shell and realized it was still somewhat watery. Since it was already peeled about 30% and runny, i can't put it back in the water. (In retrospect I should have put it back in the water). So instead I put it in the microwave. Lo and behold, after about 1 min of heating, there was a tremendous explosion. It was so violent it blew the door open even though it was fully latched closed. Fortunately there was no fire, but the egg was blown to smithereens; I mean there were tiny particles of egg all over the inside walls and no realistic intact pieces of egg left. Inevitably the microwave was bricked as well. A part of me was thinking that microwaving an egg with shell on might be a problem, but I figured since I already peeled some shells off it I shouldn't have been too much of a problem. I was wrong. TL;DR: microwaving an egg with shell on will create an explosion and brick the microwave.

Long story short, I (25M) was telling my cousin how I used to sneak out of the house using the doggy door and pointed out the space in her bed frame as a comparable size. She told me, “there is no way your big ass could fit through there.” That’s the quote. I tried, I failed, I got stuck. My shoulders and chest somehow squeezed through, but my butt wouldn’t fit. No amount of pushing or lubricant would work. My entire family ended up coming in and trying to help. I was liiiiiterally crying. We ended up taking apart the bed frame, but the rectangle I was stuck in was one piece and I couldn’t get it off my waist. The fire department had to come and cut it off me. Having to explain to them how I got stuck is perhaps the worst experience of my life. Besides my aunt dousing me in olive oil. Anyone else ever gotten stuck? TL;DR I wore a bed frame as a belt.

Edit: I will try and answer any questions there is to add better clarification if needed Like the tilted says. I've been off work for a while due to some metal heath reasons. My coverage ended March 26th and for some dumb reason, I've been avoiding the phone calls from the benefits company and my doctor and my therapist. My fiancé has been covering the bills. I don't know why I didn't just pick up the phone or email back, but I didn't. I deleted the phone calls and the emails. Part of me hoped that if I ignored it, it would all go away. I really don't know why I didn't it. This morning my fiancé snapped and wanted to look through my phone and I just lied and lied and lied. He asked me multiple times if I deleted anything and I told him I never did. I feel fucking terrible about what I've done because I know this fucks us financially. I am going to tell him when he wakes up and I honestly won't be surprised if he wants to end our relationship. I tru...

This happened today and I am still cringing so hard I could power a small city. I work remotely and have been trying to rebuild a social life, which basically means I grab onto any friendly chat like a golden retriever. A coworker messaged me on Teams asking about weekend plans. The normal answer would have been "Not much, you?" Instead I tried to be charming. I said I would probably do a jigsaw puzzle. She replied, "Aw, cute. What kind?" and I immediately went full-on hobby nerd. I started describing my current puzzle like it was an investigation: I sort pieces by color and edge, I keep the so-called "suspects" in little trays, and I even keep a notebook where I mark which sections are "high probability" based on texture and print pattern. Yes, I said texture. Yes, I heard myself. Then it got worse. I had sent like six messages in a row and tried to make a joke: "If I ever go missing, tell the police to check my puzzle board. It has all...

Obligatory "this wasn't today". Since my teens I have had trouble going to the toilet to the point where I would bleed and be in pain almost every single time. I hated it, I would always anticipate pain and try to prolong the inevitable... but, as we all know: it don't take "no" for an answer! Things having been popping out that are not meant to make an appearance down there. I have resorted to haphazardly popping then right back in when in I'm the shower. During a movement I would be straining to the point I would resemble Hellboy! Every. Single. Time! I tried many things to combat this issue over the years. Changed diet, drinking absurd amounts of water, exercise. For example, I introduced A LOT of fibre in to my diet, but that did nothing permanent. It just sporadically made the "shit bullets" have a lubricated, and yet still painful exit. I would drink so much water that my colleagues thought I had developed prediabetes! I am not an av...