greenmangostudio

I was in a flurry packing before a big move and I assumed I had packed my passport in a carry-on suitcase. The movers took all my boxes a few days ago to a storage facility. I have an international flight booked for Monday. On the way to a different city, I thought about double-checking but kept forgetting because my suitcase was in the cargo of a bus. I just finally checked and broke into a cold sweat because I cannot find my fucking passport anywhere. The only logical conclusion is that I left it in the bag I had brought with me for a domestic flight a week or so ago. Why it had never occurred to me to double check - literally I could survive without anything EXCEPT for this fucking passport - is beyond me, I am kicking myself because it is now in storage so I have to take a five hours bus BACK, somehow beg the moving company to let me into their storage facility ON A WEEKEND, and then HOPE I was right that the bag had the passport and then take the bus AGAIN to make my flihgt which ...

So, my friends and I have a big rave in the woods every year. We haul professional sound equipment (speakers, light bars, sub, denon etc) and a generator and a solar battery in to the woods and have a 3 day party camping in the deep woods. It's phenomenal and we love it. During the event, my boyfriend and I who are part of the hosting group started a flirtation with this woman. For the record I'm bi and I absolutely instigated it after asking him if he would be okay with it. The flirtation included lots of touching making out and cuddling but no actual threesome. This was mainly due to an ill timed rainstorm that flooded tents and made the music be reduced to JBLs to avoid damaging anything. Kind of killed the mood but if the night continued as it had I think we would have all been getting freaky together. Super fun night and I loved the whole thing. HOWEVER since that night I have been feeling some pressure to follow through on said threesome. And while I still really like...

I'm between residences and have been trying to find a group home for a while. My caseworkers are extremely busy and difficult to get ahold of. They'd send 10 inquiries, I'd get maybe one or two homes to tour after like 2 weeks, and I'd have to practically harass them to get more. I was fed up with the pace. After waiting weeks upon weeks to try to get placed, I took matters into my own hands today, searched up a spreadsheet of local group homes, did some work sorting it, and sent an email to every single one that was in my desired county. 120 homes. With my phone number at the bottom of my email. This approach worked fine with subsidized housing in the past. I honestly thought maybe 10% of the group homes would respond to me, considering that's been the rate at which my caseworkers have fed them to me. I was so wrong. I couldn't remember why my caseworkers didn't want me to take matters into my own hands, but now I remember. Many of these group home coordi...

I have two pairs of nice shoes, a brown and black pair. I normally wear the brown ones, but thought the black ones went better with the attire I had picked out. I hadn't worn them in forever, but besides the dust on them they looked fine. I cleaned off the dust and slipped them on fine. When I went into the building, I see the rubber sole is splitting/peeling a bit. I figured it's bad but just walk in, sit down, interview and walk out. Interview went well but then they wanted to give me a tour of the facilities. Here is where I should have declined the tour or said something, but I didn't know the extent of that damage that would soon unwrap around me. During the tour, the soles of my shoes disintegrated! I had a trail of rubber chunks following me. Maybe up to 50% remained of the soles (and my soul as well) by the time I got out of there. I know they noticed, but I was too shocked/embarrassed to think of what I should say/do. TLDR: Wore a pair of old shoes to an intervi...

Today I left the house in a hurry. I was carrying my lunch, my daughters lunch, my purse, my laptop bag, a sandwich baggy with my daughter’s allergy meds, my phone, a Diet Coke, my keys, and my glasses. It was pouring down rain and I was a hot mess, but I was a server in a past life so I thought “ I totally got this”. I got into my car and started backing down the driveway with my daughter in tow, on our way to the drop off line at school and then on to work. As I was driving I noticed that everything seemed hazy and blurry and I realized that I did not in fact have my glasses. I started digging through the console and my purse and my lunch bag etc and figured out that they must have been left at home. I wasn’t too worried as I had time to run back by the house on the way to work so I passed my teenager off to school and went home. As soon as I got home I went tearing through the house looking for them. I flipped the light on in the bedroom where the hubs was sleeping to look...

I took the day off to take care of something with my new car. It took 10 minutes of my time and for reasons I didn't want to go home and any excuse to drive it a little sounded good to me. I had the bright idea of going to Barnes and Nobles as if my backlog of books I haven't gotten to isn't long enough. As I started getting closer and felt the need to pee. By the time I got there the need was pretty strong, so I walked in and made a bee line to the restroom. I noticed the restroom didn't have a door on the way in but its not like anyone can see anything from the outside. I took care of what I needed to do and stepped out. As I was browsing I noticed a surprising number of well behaved children running around. I am glad to see children hanging out in bookstores. Eventually I hear an announcement for story time, all the children I see go over to that section. Well, that explains it. I continue shopping, and then it happens. I need to go, NOW! I have had colon cancer an...