greenmangostudio

okay so this happened this morning and my hands are literally still shaking as i type this so bear with me. for FOURTEEN MONTHS i have been silently suffering. every single saturday. 7:15am. my neighbor Dave (let's call him Dave because that is his name and i am done protecting him ) fires up his industrial-grade leaf blower. not a normal one. this thing sounds like a 747 is landing in his driveway. i have a 4 month old. i work night shifts at the hospital. i am running on approximately 11 minutes of sleep. i kept telling myself "be the bigger person." i kept telling myself "community matters." i kept telling myself a lot of things while lying awake at 7:15am wanting to dissolve into the mattress. this morning something in me just… snapped. i walked over in my bathrobe. my wife was saying "honey don't" from the doorway. i didn't don't. i walk up to Dave. Dave is a large man. Dave does not see me at first because he is wearing noise-can...

Exactly what it says on the tin, basically. So technically this happened two days ago, but I have been busy trying to process this mess. Please be patient with me if this gets a little rambly or chaotic. I (20M) have had to move out of my parents house and into supervised housing for teens 1,5 years ago. Mostly because of my emotionally abusive, mentally ill mother. Since moving out both my own mental health as well as my relationship with my parents has improved a lot and I am now back to visiting them on Sundays every 1-2 weeks. Even though they started out a bit questionably my parents were fitting together quite well and loved to make music together. My mom met my dad when she was 19 during an orchestra event hosted by their church (New Apostolic). He was 31 and unhappily married. They started dating shortly after and married a few months later. Since then they've had 3 children (me, my 18y.o. brother & my 13y.o. sister) and moved into a small house in a small German to...

so my boss just randomly put me in charge of teaching some “efficiency system” and im sitting here like what system dude i literally just copied an old excel thing and changed numbers like 3 weeks ago i was half asleep on zoom eating those cheap Lidl cookies and he asked how i did the report so fast and i panicked and said some bs about “automation workflow” which now sounds so stupid typing it but he got all quiet and was like huh thats actually smart and i remember thinking ok cool he bought it lets never talk about this again but no next day he pings me like hey can you use that system on this other thing and i swear i stared at the screen for like 5 min just kinda frozen and then said yeah sure because what else do you even say at that point so i just did everything manually again but faster and now suddenly im “the guy” and hes cc’ing me everywhere calling me our process guy like bro i dont even process my own emails properly and then this coworker books a call with me and i kin...

I've been an SDR (sales development rep) at a mid-size B2B tech company for about 14 months. The job itself is fine, I run LinkedIn outreach campaigns, cold calls, and email sequences. The problem is my manager. This guy has been on a power trip since the day I started. He tracks our screen time, logs when we go to the bathroom (not kidding - he has a spreadsheet for it we call the spreadSHIT) expects us to be online by 8:30am even though our hours officially start at 9, and has denied every single PTO request I had submitted in the last 6 months, every single one. His reason is always that we're in a critical growth period which apparently is EVERY period. We're a team of 4 SDRs and he pays us entry-level wages while expecting senior output. Two of us have brought up compensation and both times he said we should prove we deserve more first. Corporate BS speak for "no and stop asking”. Meanwhile he takes credit for our numbers in every leadership meeting. We hit 140...

I went to a party with a friend I often joke-argue with. We tend to bicker for fun, but sometimes it escalates and we end up play-fighting a bit, nothing too serious. Normally, we know when to stop. So yesterday at the party, we kept drinking and both got pretty drunk. We started arguing like usual, and it kept getting more heated. While dancing, I pinched her a bit too hard, and she genuinely got mad. She told me, “Apologize or I’ll smash your butt !!” She sounded really serious, which freaked me out, but I didn’t quite understand what she wanted to mean. Laughing, I said, “Go ahead, if you dare!” And that’s where I fuck up. She hit me with a huge kick right between the legs, completely out of nowhere. I dropped to the floor, totally knocked out, and spent the rest of the night lying on a couch. Later, she came over acting totally normal, and I complained that it hurt like hell and that it really wasn’t cool. She replied, “Well, you should’ve apologized, I warned you!” I asked he...

So this was last night and i still feel sick about it tbh. My gf’s dad is one of those dudes who barely talks and somehow that makes it worse, like he just sits there looking at you for two seconds too long and you start hearing your own iq drop. He works with electronics or repair stuff or some kind of circuit wizard job, I dont remember the exact title but like real actual technical shit, not restarting a router and calling it IT like me. We were having dinner at their place and he mentioned this old stereo of his was making a buzzing noise and cutting out sometimes, and for some reason my dumb ass goes oh yeah sounds like a loose connection ive fixed stuff like that before. I have not. I have never fixed stuff like that before. I think one time I unplugged a modem and plugged it back in and acted like a hero. That is the level we are working with here. He just looks at me and says wanna take a look. Not rude. Not excited. Just said it. So now I either admit I was talking out of my...