greenmangostudio

DISCLAIMER: My ex-manager is not dead (as far as I know). I work at a coffee shop. Someone came in and asked if my old manager, who I’ll refer to as “Stacy,” was going to be in. Stacy was let go in January of this year. I didn’t want to say that Stacy had been fired, so I tried to inform this person that Stacy no longer works with us by saying “Oh, um… Stacy is no longer with us…” It was nearing the end of my shift, so I probably looked tired and sad when I said it (like I was still mourning Stacy). In the moment I didn’t realize the poor phrasing I had used and thought it was just an awkward moment after disappointing someone. So I moved on, and finished ringing up this poor customer (who just found out someone she knew is “dead”) and asked for her payment. Anyway, after the transaction finished my brain finally caught up to my mouth, but I was so embarrassed about what I had said I just finished making her drink in silence and called it out. TLDR; I told a customer looking fo...

So, I have a bunch of pictures that I took back when I was in college in 2019. I have them stored on Google photos, and something about Google photos is that whenever you have photos that have an anniversary they pretty much give you notifications saying that it's been x amount of years since you've taken this photo, in this case it's been 7 years. Looking back at these photos just makes me very upset and sad. For two reasons honestly that are kind of different but correlate to each other in a way. 2019 was a very dark year for me because while I did graduate high school and go to college, my mom had passed away from a heart attack 3 weeks prior to graduating. It honestly really messed me up mentally and it eventually served as a domino effect for other things going wrong. When I went to college I struggled severely not because I wasn't capable of doing the work I was just too depressed to go to class or do the work or anything. I would just rot in my dorm eating ta...

Hi, I apologise in advance if this is all a bit jumbled, and if there’s anything you don’t understand, please let me know in the comments. So, my name is Wald, I’m 28, and my wife, Ann, is also 28. We’ve been married for two months, but we’ve been together for eight years. Right up until yesterday evening, I was living my usual life: home, work, home. We didn’t argue often, but as happens with everyone, it was rather unpleasant, especially on my part. I won’t hide the fact that at times I’m a right arse; I’m passive-aggressive during arguments, though I’d never lay a hand on her. But quite often I insult her, hurt her feelings and swear at her. Not because I’m a piece of shit or get a kick out of it, but because, as often happens, she doesn’t really hear me; it’s as if I’m just banging my head against a brick wall, and I can’t take it anymore. When I ask, ‘Why are you behaving like this?’ ‘Do you like it when I’m so angry, is that why you push me to the absolute limit during an argumen...

I've had this crappy broken keychain forever, so I clipped my keys onto one of those retractable badge reels I had sitting in a drawer. Actually thought I was pretty clever. Got home carrying groceries, pulled the reel out to scan my building fob next to the elevator and the little cord snapped. My keys hit the floor, bounced once, and somehow landed perfectly in the tiny gap between the elevator and the floor. I just stood there listening to them hit metal a few times on the way down. The worst part is my apartment key, mailbox key, building fob and spare car key are all on the same ring because apparently I believe in putting every possible problem in one convenient location. Building manager says they can't just open the elevator pit and grab them, so now an elevator technician has to come out. I'm currently sitting outside my own apartment with two bags of slowly warming groceries wondering why I ever thought the badge reel was a good idea. TLDR: used an o...

So my (27M) roommate (23M) was always recommending the Devil May Cry show on Netflix. I was bored and didn't have anything to watch. I stumbled on the show and decided, why not? And honestly? Fantastic show. I was a little scared it was going to take itself very serious and it just doesn't and its great. I was really excited to tell him about it when he got home. But here's the thing. I really liked the theme song, but not on my first listen. My first listen, I was like, "okay...this is some dumb lame generic anime opening, it sounds so tacky." My second take, I was listening to the actual words and a lot of dumb things stuck out. It talks about "haters" and "hot mamas" and "pimp daddies." And I was just like "who talks like that??" It sounded like a group of 50 year old white men (who's kids are probably no contact) got together in a bored room to make the most markable "punk music" for the kids. But then,...

So, a group of friends is at a pool party/BBQ. I had a packet of something called " Stiffy Stuff " (no, really), which is a novelty magic trick/practical joke - it's a powder that instantly turns a liquid into something with the consistency of Jell-O. I decide I'm going to deploy it in the drink of my friend thinking she will be appropriately surprised to find her juice has turned into a semi-solid gel. Oh, what fun! Unfortunately, another girl saw me putting the powder in the drink, and immediately and loudly warned my would-be prankee that I had spiked her drink. I had not considered the optics of this joke if I got caught in the act, and it was a pretty embarassing explanation that, while immature, this was emphatically not a roofie situation.... TL;DR I wanted to prank my friend with a novelty magic trick powder but ended up having to explain that I was not spiking her drink with anything nefarious....