greenmangostudio

Earlier this week I was moving some things around on my desk. Next thing I know my monitor shuts off. I have no idea why it lost power. I keep trying to hit the button on the back to get it to turn on. Nothing. I start searching the internet for a new power adapter and can’t find an exact fit to mine. Today, I decided to give it another try before buying a new monitor. I pick the whole monitor up to take a better look at it. This is when I found out that the button on the back is in fact not the power button. The power button is under the screen and right where my hand went and apparently bumped when I was moving things around. My monitor turned back on and now I have no issues. TLDR; I didn’t know where the power button was on my monitor. Accidentally bumped it and thought my monitor broke.

When I was in Grade 2, my school took part in a drawing competition that schools all across Ontario were participating in. The assignment was to draw a picture about war that had some kind of meaningful message behind it. Every kid in my class had to participate. There was just one problem… I absolutely sucked at drawing. My older sister was in Grade 4 at the time, and she was insanely good at art. So naturally, 7-year-old me came up with the most logical solution: I asked her to draw the picture for me. She agreed, and she absolutely crushed it. I took the drawing to school the next day and handed it in like I had just created a masterpiece myself. My teacher looked at it and was basically like, “OMG, this is beautiful!” She loved it. A few months went by and I completely forgot about the competition. Then one day, my teacher gets up in front of the entire class and announces that I had won… 2nd place in ALL OF ONTARIO. The entire class starts clapping and congra...

I posted on here that I accidentally solved a puzzle box that my mom bought for my sister's birthday. It was three cubes attached to three ropes all tied together, and the goal was to just separate them without untying the ropes. I looked at it curiously and was just fidgeting with it while Joe bart played on my TV. I had to have only done like 4 or 5 loops and twists and stuff before one of the three cubes was freed and the others could've easily been separated. I felt awful about it and tried to re-tangle it myself for a while before giving up. Well, I posted that day and woke up to a bunch of comments. First of all, I recognize I shouldn't have messed with it in the first place. It's not mine so don't touch it. I should've known that. Second, I thought that my mom spent a lot of money on it, and I'd just ruined it and felt terrible. Apparently it was a pretty cheap one she'd bought at this bookstore, so at least it wasn't a huge waste of mon...

Obligatory "this didn't happen today, but yesterday." My soul still hasn't fully re-entered my body. Yesterday afternoon I was running a quick errand at the grocery store while my friend waited outside in the parking lot. She drives a plain, silver Hyundai Elantra—literally the most generic NPC car on the planet. I was running on four hours of sleep, staring down at my phone reading a recipe, and basically walking on autopilot. I saw the silver Elantra parked right where I remembered leaving her, opened the passenger door, and dropped inside. Without looking up from my screen, I threw my bags at my feet, pulled the door shut, and reached straight into the cupholder. There was an open bag of chips sitting there. I grabbed a handful without asking, shoved them into my mouth, and immediately said: "Sour cream and onion? Be so serious right now. I explicitly told you salt and vinegar, what is wrong with you?" Complete silence.... No "fuck off,...

During a birthday party last friday, my 5 yo son fell from a tree, landed on his shoulder and broke his collar bone. We immediatly wen to the ER to get it checked and after 4 hours we could go home. Sonce then he wears a so called clavicle bandage to help it grow back together. For a whole week we were like walking on egg shells telling him not to run too fast, to not to trip and fall over to break kt again. He made great efforts and it didn't seem to affect him that much. Also the pain seemed to have gone away or at least being tolerable. Today, before he went to bed, he sat on my lap. And I grabbed him gently under his shoulders and helped him get up. And suddenly we, my wife and I, heard a cracking sound. I was sure it was the door creaking because my daughter was staying in the door frame and she touched it. But my wife thought it was my son's collarbone breaking again. I immediatly assumed the worst. And at first my son didn't seem to bother but a fter some min...

Obligatory this happened today, and I am currently sitting on my couch on a Friday night questioning all my life choices. ​For context, I’m an intern. For the past few weeks, I’ve been dealing with a minor, non-blocking IT issue on my work laptop. After weeks of getting bounced around different support agents, IT remoted in today to try a new fix. ​Whatever they did catastrophically failed. I was suddenly completely locked out of my machine. I called local IT, and they told me they couldn't fix it until next week, meaning I couldn't do any work for the next four days. ​Enter the panic. I'm an intern, I want to prove myself, and being totally blocked from working stressed me out. ​I decided to write an urgent escalation email to the IT management team. I wanted to keep a paper trail, so I started typing my company's name into the CC bar, clicked the first suggested group that popped up, and hit send. ​Almost immediately, an IT admin pinged me: "Do not send...