greenmangostudio

My daughter has never had a birthday party before, she has always struggled to make friends. She has really put herself out there and actually made friends with a group of girls and I'm very proud of her so when she asked for a birthday party this year, I was happy to oblige. Her birthday party was this past Saturday. We had decorated our place with balloons and stuff. We set up the food, snacks, and cake and the party packs that we chose together. My daughter kept straightening things up trying to make sure everything looked perfect, she was very excited. The only people who showed up to the party were the elderly neighbours that my daughter and I are close to and a friend of mine and his fiancee. My daughter spent almost the whole day looking out the window waiting for her friends to show up and not one of them did, it was sad to witness. When the day came to an end, she cried in my arms sad that not even one of her friends came. It was very hard to witness, she even went to b...

Alright, I’m still dying inside, so bear with me. I (25F) share an apartment with my bestie, “Sara,” and work remote for this boring insurance gig. My team’s small, and we do these quick Zoom check-ins every morning. I’m usually muted, half-listening, sipping coffee in my PJs—standard stuff. Last night, Sara’s out, and I’m home alone, scrolling TikTok like a zombie. She texts me this hilarious voice memo—her doing a dramatic reading of some spicy fanfic she found, full-on moaning and over-the-top lines like, “He ravaged me under the starry sky, my sir!” I’m wheezing, save it to my phone, and crash out. This morning, I’m late for the Zoom call. My laptop’s on the couch, I’m scrambling to unmute, and my phone’s right next to it. Boss is droning on about quotas, and I lean over to grab my charger—bam, my elbow hits my phone. Bluetooth kicks in, and suddenly Sara’s voice is BLASTING through my laptop speakers: “OH, YES SIR” Full volume. I freeze. My coworker chokes on her coffee, my bos...

So this happened a while ago, but I figured it was finally time to share. I smoke weed occasionally. Im not a huge drug user, just weed and I’ve done mushrooms a couple times. I used to smoke daily in the summer, but when school started and it got colder, I didn’t want to go outside cause it was cold and scary. But every time I smoked in the house I got caught no matter what I did, so one night I got creative. I grabbed say 10 dryer sheets, a towel, and my bong, then locked myself in our tiny let’s say 5x5 windowless bathroom in the basement. I lined the towel with dryer sheets, rolled it up and got to work. I have a super low tolerance for drugs, and hate feeling out of control, back then I could smoke 2-3 bowls and I was good, nowadays one hits me hard. That night, I took my first hit, shoved the towel in my face and breathed in it for a while. After a while I remembered thinking “holy shit, this is strong,” but I took another bowl anyway. I was down there for about an hour, on an...

My god this was a fucking saga. This happened this afternoon and I am so embarrassed lmao. I have my final round of mock exams for my A-levels this week and my second to last exam was today at 1pm. Now I needed to get to exams at least 15mins early and I live about 15mins away - my plan was to leave the house at 12:30 to get there bang on time. At around 12 I'd had lunch and I was just getting my stuff to leave - I then got sidetracked and didn't leave the house until 12:35 (my first mistake.) No big deal, right I'll just walk fast. At around 12:36 (literally just after I leave the house) a tourist asks for directions to the town center, I give her some - it's now 12:40. I think to myself I'll just walk really quick, we don't usually get ready to go to the exam hall until 10 mins before anyway. At this point I should have admitted defeat and just gone home and done the exam another day, but I decide to continue. This is my second mistake. It's about 12:45 ...

This actually happened last night but it was after 12 so technically it was today lol. anyway i (19F) invited a guy over (23M) that i've been talking to lately. he's in a frat and we met at one of the huge ragers they throw. well he's been asking to chill for a while and i kept pushing it off, but last night i was bored and it was Wednesday night so i said fuck it and told him to come over. what i failed to realize is my sorrority is really strict about having male guests over. i knew it was allowed but i didn't think they really enforced it, especially given that i paid for this dorm in advance and it's my living space. Fast forward a few hours into the night and one thing led to another until we started having fun together. i won't get into the details, but things got very loud. Loud enough to where i guess one of the girls snitched on me? i really have no clue how this happened but the managers on campus came knocking on my door at midnight to ask what'...

TIFU by trying to help my mom get a partial refund of $63 from U-Haul. First time posting on Reddit so here it goes. The parties involved are: Employee 1: Chris - guy that helped with our first U-Haul rental Employee 2: Mark - guy that helped with our 2nd rental Employee 3: Paul - guy that we spoke to briefly when talking about the problem Employee 4: Noah - guy that was there for his afternoon shift Assistant Manager: Emily - helped us with the issue Boss or Manager: Jack - approved Emily's actions All names are fake since I don't want them to get in trouble. The issue is currently still ongoing, but I am hopeful that it will be resolved. It is a bit long so bear with me. My mother (F54) and I (F28) rented a U-Haul to transport some pallets of flooring to a house that needed renovation. The first time we went to this location was back in January for the same reason above. The trip in January went well even though it was our first time ever renting a truck because t...

Earlier today, I logged into an old email account that used to be my father's email many years ago. I had done this because I was trying to recover my old account in Roblox and the email that was tied to the Roblox account was my father's old one. After logging into the account, I look through, trying to find a password recovery email for my Roblox account. Instead, I find several emails containing weird titles to a person I had never heard of in my life. Turns out, these emails I had found were from my father and were sent to his lover who he had cheated on my mother with. I felt sick to my stomach. My mother had previously told me that my father had cheated on her while they were still married. Despite this, seeing the actual emails he had sent to his former lover made me feel so disgusted. As I am typing this, I just cannot stop thinking about those emails as they really creeped me out and have made me dislike my father even more. I know I can't tell my mother that I ...

My search feed is mostly thots, cute dogs, watches, beers, cars, but for some reason one of those 'nature is metal' type videos came up in my search suggested views and as I don't want to see any of that I clicked on the video and blocked the account. Go back to my search feed and there's more. Open them all and block each account. Within 15 minutes of doing this, my entire feed was nothing but videos of the most graphic animal videos you could find this side of the dark web and it was then I realized how the algorithm wasn't smart enough to know that in opening and blocking these accounts it meant I didn't want to see this material - it only inferred that if I clicked on them, that must mean I want more of this and flooded me. TL;DR: In trying to remove brutal animals videos from my search feed, I ensured every video listed was horrific. I hope someone at Meta finds this and realiazes how broken that algorithm function is.

So let's start with this, i have been as poor as a brick the past few years, so much so that sometimes food becomes scarce and no for any internet to do any of my due homework. Even rent can become too difficult that we get kicked out. Today, when I came back home, i found about 800$ just spread in front of the house. it's an apartment complex, so i thought it must be a neighbour that lost so large of a sum. I felt that it's too large for it to be a little mistake the owner wouldn't care about, and the pain inflicted on whoever lost it can be severe, especially when i recalled a similar situation when i lost money that i needed for survival, which resulted in one of the most depressing weeks i have ever experienced. So i did what i thought was right, i collected the money from the ground, hid it somewhere near, and then put a piece of paper in the entrance with my number for anyone to call if they have lost money recently. I did this while fighting every devil in my ...

My office had a Chinese New Year/ Lunar New Year celebration during the fourth week of January. By tradition, lots of mandarin oranges were handed out along with snacks. Brought two back to my desk and ate them. Later on, a coworker dropped by and handed over one orange to everyone sitting at their desks, mine included. Thought of reserving it for tomorrow or some other day, and placed it inside my desk drawer... ...and totally forgot about it. You could see where this is going. Fast forward to today. Celebrated a team member's farewell luncheon, brought back some can drinks to store. Opened the drawer only to stare at a moldy orange with white spots, and some liquid seeping out from the bottom. And God knows when that thing has been tranforming, because it has turned entirely GREEN, yet strangely there was no (noticeable) smell, so I must have been inhaling those mold spores for a month! Gave the drawer lots of scrubbing with soap afterwards. TL;DR: Forgot to eat an orange k...

As a side hustle I translate and put subtitles for videos that are NSFW/L, (porn, gore, etc. ) It's not something I'm proud of but I do get paid well enough to keep doing it. One client commissioned a porn video, at first everything was going smoothly until my usual translation and subtitle software started to fail on me hard, day after day I would lose all my progress and that frustrated me a lot. The deadline was coming soon and I essentially had two options: either tell my client that I had to cancel and lose money and time. Or find another way of completing the project. After searching for two hours with useless software I finally said "Fuck it" I opened YouTube Studio and started to work there. I assumed everything would be fine as long as it was unlisted. I translate and add subtitles, download, send and get paid. An hour later I get an Email saying that they took down my video and gave me a warning, which was understandable. So, I erased the video took the c...

TLDR I have a family of mice in my house and today one of them got to fly across my room I work night shift and was trying to catch some sleep after a long night at work and before I went to get a late lunch with a friend. My friend called me to check the time for lunch and woke me up but NBD, I can just pass back out for a couple hours before I have to start getting ready EXCEPT there has been a little family of mice taking shelter in my walls/ceiling and mantle. And right now one of them is making noise in the mantle again… or so I thought. I have a peppermint spray that I use in the cracks when I want the mice out of the mantle. Proven fairly effective to get the mice to stop making too much noise when I want to sleep. At this point I will also mention I have traps out for the mice (glue traps and poison baits, stfu about non lethal traps because they haven’t worked either) and apparently the mouse was not in the mantle but in the poison trap. I picked it up to make room for the p...

This happened yesterday. My daughter was selected for an advanced orchestra and there was an option to submit a recording for a seating audition. The instruction is to submit by midnight February 24th. I assumed that we have the whole day of the 24th to finalize it and submit by 11:59 PM to meet the deadline. As you might come to expect, the submission portal was closed when I tried to access it in the evening. I guess the deadline was 12:00 AM February 24th. The FU is I didn't reach out and get clarification from the organizer and now my daughter might be placed in the back of the orchestra even though she worked hard on this audition. We reach out to the organizer hoping that it was a mistake in setting up the deadline but I guess technically they are correct. My wife is very upset with me as she asked us to submit earlier. We actually made some recording on Saturday but my daughter wanted to get feedback from her teacher to see how she can improve and re-record on Monday. Th...

Today I sent the following email to my boss, his boss, the vice-president of Business Development, the vice-president of Marketing, the vice-president of strategy, and the company President... "All, I just wanted to check back in and see where we landed on this topic. Did we end up doing a sponsorship or exhibit for the upcoming conference? I want to make sure I have all of my fucks in a row. Thank you very much, iorocketscience" My boss than replied to me "I think you misspelled 'ducks' " I quickly sent an apology email "My sincerest apologies for the egregious typo that I didn’t notice in my previous email. All of my *ducks in a row. I should have proof-read that message before hitting send. Iorocketscience" I will report back tomorrow with consequences TL;DR: TIFU by accidently cussing out my boss and most of my company's upper management in an email

Obligatory: this didn't happen today, but a few weeks ago. I (27f) recently took some time off to visit Japan for a week with some friends. At the same time, my cousin (26m) was visiting another country, but arranged his itenerary so he could spend one day in Japan and be on the same flight as me going home (we live in the same city). He and I grew up together like siblings until about grade school, and stayed close despite not living in the same state until recently. On the day of our flight i met him at the airport and we were sitting at our gate, chatting about our respective trips, when the topic of his one day Japan exploration came up. He and i both have kind of nerdy interests, and when he told me he bought a carry-on bag just to bring home the anime figures he'd bought, I was really curious and asked to see them. He said he didn't feel like unpacking his carefully tetrised bag to show me, and tried to placate me by telling what characters he'd gotten and desc...

The elevators were crowded coz quite a few were being fixed so there was a super long line but I was also late AF so I thought to myself, the stairs must be faster so I chose to go up. I needed to get to floor 22. Im honestly not athletic at all but I've been working out moderately to lose some weight plus I walk a lot so my legs are pretty strong so I subconsciously challenged myself to go from ground floor to floor 22 one time no breaks. I start and it's all good, I have my airpod in (singular) and the music is pumping, in 3 minutes I'm on the 8th floor I'm thinking it's not that hard so far I can do this. I get to floor 11 and all hell breaks loose my legs are hurting, I'm drowning in sweat, my thighs are clashing it is not what I thought it would be. I'm thinking of stopping but I can't (I don't know how to explain it other than it being like the "step on a crack break your mama's back" thing kids do. It's wierd but I just co...

I take a public bus every day. On the bus today there was a girl who stood up to get ready to get off the bus, but she wasn’t holding onto something and she fell backwards when the bus made a sudden move. When this happened, her pink water bottle fell out of the pocket on the side of her backpack. I saw the whole thing and I was right across from the seat which the bottle fell under. Me, being a shy idiot, decided to pretend like I didn’t see it, hoping someone else would pick it up and give it to her. This was not the case though, and she ended up getting off the bus, leaving her water bottle rolling around the floor of the bus. Who knows, maybe that bottle had a high sentimental value to her, and I just let her leave without even trying to get the bottle back to its owner. It gets even worse when you take into account that I was getting off at the stop right after hers, so even if I had to get off the bus to give her the bottle, I would have just had to walk an extra block to get to...

Two weeks ago, my job got a new girl, Lucy, who was almost 9 months pregnant when she was hired. She also didn't have a car, and was literally getting to work on a scooter (her house would have been an hour away on it). On the first day, she mentioned she lived on the way back to my house, so I offered to start driving her back home in exchange for gas money. On Friday (it's Sunday as I'm writing this), I had to leave work a few hours early, so when Lucy got there I told her I wouldn't be able to drive her home. I asked if she'd be okay finding her own way home, and she said she'd ask someone else to take her. When I get to work on Saturday, Lucy isn't there (we work the same schedule). I texted one of my coworkers (who was Lucy's cousin) and asked if she was alright, and the coworker told me that Lucy was in the hospital, and that she had literally gone into labor on the side of the road. Lucy wasn't able to find a ride home on Friday, so she ha...

So last night I ended a 72 hour fast & if anyone knows the after effects of eating after a long fast, you know it’s best to stay close to home. But I thought my middle of the night stomach rumblings were it and I have shit to do. (Ehh, funny, but not) So I’m out running errands and my stomach says ‘no!’ So I waddle to the ‘women’s lounge’ of a nice department store and unleash a fury from my behind that could have rumbled the building. I’m not sure, I may have blacked out for a moment while praying my continued flushing was hiding the gas & splatter I subjected this very busy restroom to. My poo sounded like pee in spurts. If you’ve done a colonoscopy prep—like that but stinky because it’s not all water. And the smell…omg. I had egg drop soup to break my fast and an omelette for breakfast. The smell was rancid. Too many eggs…. The restrooms are set up with sinks on right and left as you walk in, then a T shape with about 6 restrooms on the right, 6 on the left. I finish my b...

So my girlfriend and I have recently taken up kayaking in Central Florida. It’s been a great way to get outdoors, get some exercise, and see some beautiful nature. So last night, we decided we wanted to try a new spot rather than our usual go-to. A little variety never hurt anyone, right? I start looking up lakes in the area and come across this old post talking about Lake Jessup. The post mentioned the possibility of gators, but hey, we live in Florida—gators are everywhere. No big deal. We’re used to the occasional gator sighting while kayaking, and they usually keep their distance. So, without much more thought, we load up our kayaks and head to the lake. The first red flag should have been the looks we got when we pulled up to the boat ramp. People stared at us like we had just announced we were about to go for a swim with a bunch of angry piranhas. But no one said anything outright, and I figured maybe they were just surprised to see a couple of kayakers rather than people fish...

Sorry for the crappy formatting and my awful grammar since i’m on mobile. This happened from last night to early this morning. We need some background first for everything to make sense. My (16m) mom just got back into the dating field and she’s been seeing this one guy since march of 2024. I live in a two family house in the upstairs apartment. Every weekend he either comes to our apartment or she goes to his. This weekend she went by him so I was left alone. The rule is that if there’s an emergency i call my grandmother since she lives downstairs. I usually just dick around when i’m home alone and fall asleep really late. I ended up getting out of bed at around 8:30 to do a paper craft since I saw a tutorial online and i was struggling with this specific craft for a while. I got everything I needed and i sat at the table. For context, I was sitting with one leg under the rest of my body so it ended up falling sleep. This is important. Now usually when I craft I throw everything o...

Whelp, all time low for me. I’m a 28m, I suffer from cluster headaches and for those who are unfamiliar it’s a neurological condition that is truly a 10/10 on pain scale. I’m not going to pain dump, but it’s important for context to understand that the pain you experience during a cluster period is absolute insanity. I’m c-suite in a mid sized corporation, I got promoted extremely quick in a startup-esque company I joined back in 2021 and have been riding the wave since. There is a large, yearly conference for our industry that hosts just shy of 3000 people. I was asked to be one of the main four speakers to represent our company and I was ecstatic. I even flew my parents out. At rehearsal I got my first headache and immediately went back to my hotel room for a Triptan injection. After about 30 minutes of agony I started to feel better, returned to the rehearsal just as it was wrapping up. I don’t tell people I suffer from cluster headaches, the only people who know are my close fam...

So, this morning started off pretty normally. I woke up late, quickly hopped into the shower, and was just enjoying some peace and quiet. I didn’t want to be late for work, so I rushed through my shower and planned to head out as soon as possible. When I got out of the shower, I grabbed a towel, but in my haste, I forgot to grab my keys. I figured I’d just run to the door, grab them, and head out—except, I had accidentally locked myself out while I was in the shower. Now, I’m standing there, in nothing but a towel, and I realize that my phone is also inside. I can’t even call a locksmith. The worst part? My roommate was at work, and I had no way to reach him. After about 20 minutes of trying to figure out what to do (while freezing cold), I tried to climb out of a window, but naturally, I got stuck halfway. In the end, I had to wait until my roommate came back to rescue me from the outside of the apartment. I ended up being late for work… and got a great laugh at my own expense fr...

This is a relatively minor issue. Tl:dr I didn’t use hair conditioner for a couple of weeks and killed my hair. I have had long hair since I was eleven years old, and I have, for most of my life until recently, used conditioner after shampooing. Some relevant backstory (apologies, it is stupidly long): In high school, I had started using my mom’s shampoo and conditioner set on my hair, because it was nicer and my hair was better with it. Until mom found out that I was the one using it up, and got mad because apparently that was her expensive fancy stuff. So I went back to the cheap generic stuff. When I left for college, I bought a jumbo sized set of generic shampoo and conditioner to use. Then, that Christmas, mom gifted me a set of those fancy shampoo and conditioner. I didn’t want to use it all up, and even one use had a decent effect on my hair anyways, so I used the fancy set sparingly while mainly using the jumbo set. I soon realized, after my first year of college was over an...

Last night I was a mess. Drunk, upset. Had a heated argument with my family and was damn pissed. I got home and wanted to have sex with my fiancé. Like not the romantic one but borderline feral, rip me out of my head kinda We got into it, he's on top and I wanted to say something hot and possessive like "you're my man." But for some ungodly reason "fucking animal" was also floating in my head. My dumbass brain tried to say both the words and I ended up moaning, "you're my mammal" Mid. Fucking. Stroke. He literally stopped while inside me and asked “IM YOUR WHAT?" I was sloshed but realised what I had said and tried to double down, "you're my uh, my strong, hot mammal." This man died laughing like he was gone. He literally rolled off me and laughed for 5 minutes straight. Still he got back into it and everytime he moved, he'd start wheezing again. After the sex was over I just turned over and knocked out. Right now si...

So this happened yesterday, and I’m still dying inside from embarrassment. For context, I’ve been working at this company for three years now. It’s been fine overall, but recently I got an offer from another company that was too good to pass up. So I decided it was time to resign gracefully… or so I thought. I spent hours drafting what I thought was a professional resignation email. You know, thanking my boss for all their support while explaining why I was moving on. Feeling pretty proud of myself, I attached my resignation letter as a PDF and hit send. A few minutes later, I got an email back from my boss with just one sentence: “Can we talk?” Confused but not overly concerned, I opened my Sent folder to double-check what I’d sent… and that’s when my soul left my body. Instead of attaching my resignation letter, I had accidentally attached a meme from my phone—a VERY NSFW meme involving two cartoon characters doing things no cartoon characters should ever do. To make matters wo...

So today I was suppose to show a kid from the local college around my job as part of our new outreach. I dressed up nice and was professional, showed the kid the ropes. Showed him some of my job which involved climbing a ladder at one point. The kid seemed to have a good time and actually ended up staying longer than he was supposed too. So I show him out and get back to work. I go to the bathroom and return to my office. I sit down at my desk and feel…a draft. I reach down to adjust and feel something warm and squashy. This startled me and I see some bubble gum between my legs! There was giant tear in my crotch and my nuts were hanging out. Embarrassed beyond belief I adjusted my boxers to cover my nuts and shuffled my way out to the parking lot to get my gym pants. I shuffled back into the office. Went to the bathroom and checked the mirror. The tear could be seen from behind. I switched to my gym pants and left the bathroom, only to have the secretary waiting and asking if I was...

This goes from yesterday into today. So, for context: I'm a University student, and I need my laptop since all my stuff is on there. A while ago I got the shock if my life when my Laptop stopped charging and wouldnt turn on. Luckily we figured out the issue was the charger, not the laptop, so me, my boyfriend and my mom went to a store whos name I will not name, where we got the laptop from. We still had guarantee. Now the poor employ had to deal with my mum trying her best to get me a replacement charger for the time being, but they told us they don't have any and that we will have to buy one, and give it back in 28 days, while we still could, and repeat that until the chargers fixed. Sucks, but fine. We go into the store, ask for the charger. They dont have the 15€ charger, only the 40€ other brand one. I still pay for it and we head home. The new charger has a faulty connection and cannot charge when my laptops turned on. I deal with this for 26 days. Fast forward to yest...

So, to start things off my son is four years old. While he has a very strong vocabulary, he also had a bad speech impediment that me and my wife are working on. That being said, I should have cracked down on one mispronounced word. It's a bad one, to say the very least. So, today me and my son go to Walmart just to get some dinner, and a set of kitchen knives. Because he kept bugging me about it, I took him to the toy aisle where a nubian family is looking about the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles action figures. Here's where the mispronounced word comes in. My son was just fine looking at the Spiderman toys, he never mispronounced Spiderman. Now, TMNT? That's a real tough one for him. I prayed that he wouldn't see them... but he did. As soon as he saw Leonardo he shouted, to my great chagrin. "Teenage Mutant N&# @ Turtles!" The father of the nubian family furrowed his brow at me, and I didn't know what to say, so I just winged it. "His mother...

I(21M) and my family friend(22M) one day were having casual talk. 1.5 yr ago his father committed suicide because of some family issues. He was alcoholic. Great guy . RIP. His family took lot of time to recover from this .After his dad’s passing away his family is left with his younger brother,his mother and him. His brother(18M) was attending college as of now. While we were talking he mentioned his brother not attending his college recently . Me being good at studies and knowing importance of determination in young age , suggested him to take good care of his younger brother and put him in right path even if it is rough for either/both of them. I said something like “you should be the one to take care of him . Being brother you can make sure he is in right path even if he doesnt like it/you”. After almost a month ,i get a call from my dad saying the younger brother has committed suicide. I was in shock and couldn’t contemplate what was going on.After a long explanation : His brother...

Technically this was a few weeks ago. I was driving up the on-ramp for the main motorway in the town I live in. I spotted a dog making their way up there. I am usually a person that will stop for dogs, but I was in an awkward position with cars all around me going 100km/hr that made me hesitate and miss the one spot I could pull over safely. I regretted it the minute I'd done what I did. This was in morning peak-hour traffic, and our motorway doesn't offer many areas to pull over or change course to turn around and go back. I saw later on my community Facebook page that the dog had died with the exact description of the dog and the same stretch of road where I first saw it. I just feel so guilty. I know in my logical brain it would have been outright dangerous for me to stop, but I can't shake the guilt anyway. TL;DR: I didn't stop on the motorway when I saw a dog and the poor thing died due to my inaction.

This morning I wake up, I'm laying in bed and as I usually do when I stretch, I tense up and hold it before releasing to relax the muscles. Sometimes I twist, sometimes I don't. Well, this time something went horribly wrong. I guess I stretched too hard or twisted too far. I feel this burst / pop sensation, and there was instant pain. I am positive it made a noise, but I was too focused on stopping the stretch immediately to really remember. When I was laying there I was just thinking "oh fuck". I could still move okay, but my lower rib area felt tender and swollen. I got up thinking ongoing I will take it easy and assess how it goes throughout the day. 2 hours later and I am feeling the pain pretty bad, and it's spread to my side and lower back. I got my ice pack from the freezer and set myself up in bed with it pressed to me, feeling very sorry for myself. I ended up napping, did some work online, and overall I was uncomfortable but I could still get stuff d...

My work does a donation program where several different charitable organizations pick up from us. Recently we've been trying to get more organized about which of the smaller orgs pick up what on which days, since they generally don't introduce themselves anymore (this program has been in place for a long time). One of the orgs is a group we just refer to as "The Terraces". An older, vaguely Middle-Eastern looking guy came in and told me he was here to pick up. I asked which organization he was from, and he gave me a kind of non-answer, which I assumed was due to a language barrier, as he had a very heavy accent and somewhat broken English. I was halfway certain that this was one of The Terraces' pickup days, so I asked him "Are you from the The Terraces". He instantly looked a bit startled and offended, and replied "No! I am Israeli!". I corrected, and said "No, no, which organization are you from ?". He understood what I was saying...

So as the title implies I screwed up and allowed my self to get played. This actually happened about a month ago, and just yesterday blew up in my face. So here what happened I've been working at my current job for 11yrs going on 12 and for 8 of those years I've doing what most of America's been doing looking for a new job. For all the typical reasons one would do that i.e. management was trash, pay sucked , and that one ah co-workers just makes your day just that much worse you know. Any way it took about 8yrs to get a pretty good job offer and was nice too. Came with a $3.55 rise with a payed overtime which would pushed it up by like another $6. The commute was perfect, it was about 10min walk from my apartment a 2min drive. Despite starting earlier the working hours overall were better. The only downside I saw was that this company only hires temps before they bring you on permanent full time. So I bet your wondering why I choose to stay. Well the answer to that was my ...

So I have been foraging for about 7 years. I don’t forage a ton - usually I harvest wild garlic, other variations of wild alliums, blackberries, elderflower, nettle, and rose hips. This year, I went to do my usual annual wild garlic harvest. To my delight, I found what I thought was few-flowered leek nearby. I made a pesto with mostly (thankfully) wild garlic and a small bunch of what I thought was the wild leek. I ate a bit of it on a sandwich 2 days ago and felt nauseous, but chalked it up to being on a train at the time and getting motion sick. Yesterday, I put a bit of the pesto on some chicken thighs and roasted them, and also cut up 1 fresh “leek” leaf and roasted that with some potatoes. About 10 mins into eating my meal, I threw up everything pretty violently. After copious consultation with various plant ID experts online, I came to the realisation that … Dun dun dun … Those leaves were most certainly NOT wild leek but either daffodil or bluebell leaves. THANK GOD ...

This literally just happened, and now my husband is never going to let this go. I have no idea how to explain to him that he's wrong. We were arguing, simple small arguments that couples have. We've been married for 10 years and have a lovely 8 year old together. Arguments happen very rarely between us, I truly believe he is my soulmate. But now, he thinks I am possessed. Before the argument started, I sent our kid to go play a video game because we don't argue in front of her. We don't raise our voices at each other. But I did fuck up and called my husband a "dick inch dingy" which literally makes no sense. I felt awful when his face dropped and he stops, goes out to our car. I'm freaking out thinking I've lost my husband and ruined everything. I check the ring cams and see he's coming back in and so I start preparing to apologize to him. But no, he lights freaking sage and wafts it around in the air, saying he didn't appreciate that type ...

I've done LSD twice in my life, the first time I had a good experience and that led to me wanting to do it again, biggest mistake of my life and im glad im not dead. I took the tab, roughly a couple hours into tripping I was mid way through smoking a joint and i felt my left arm and leg go numb, of course i got worried and didn't know what to do so i ended up just trying to go to sleep and deal with the situation when i was not tripping. Woke up the next morning, went to the hospital and told them about my numbness and didn't mention the fact that my vision seemed a bit fucked up because i assumed it was from the lsd. They said if the numbing doesn't stop come back in 48 hours but since it was getting better I (stupidly) decided to not go back, a week went by and i realised my vision was still fucked up. Went back to the hospital and told them about my "vision damage" and they immediately rushed me in for a bunch of tests and a ct scan, within a couple hours...

I had a relatively slow day at the pizzaria until 1pm when all hell broke loose. It was just me, I got my manager shirt Friday, and a driver. I received eight orders within two minutes of each other and ran out of mushrooms on top of it. After trying to call the customers to see if they would like a substitution, I was getting more behind by the minute. The guests were frustrated but understanding until this 50 year old Karen stopped in to pick up her order. She was with her teenage daughter and asked where her pizza was. I informed her what the situation was and that I hadn't started her food yet, and received nothing but attitude. She berated me, told me I wasn't working fast enough and anyone else could do a better job. I will admit, I lost it after a few minutes, yelled, and told her I would get to it as soon as I can and that I really was doing the best I could. She left but I saw her sitting out in her car. I felt bad and decided to skip to her meal to get her out as fas...

"I'm new here and struggling to find my footing. I'm not even sure what I'm trying to say or how to say it. I'm just... trying. By day, I work as a tax analyst on the night shift, but honestly, I have no idea what I'm doing. On a more exciting note, I finally finished season one of Breaking Bad! But now, my power's been out for four hours, and I'm still trying to get this post up. Can someone please help me wrap up this conversation? Sorry, guys, it seems like my phone's having issues, and I'm having trouble posting this... Sorry, guys, it seems like my phone's having issues, and I'm having trouble posting this... Sorry, guys, it seems like my phone's having issues, and I'm having trouble posting this... Sorry, guys, it seems like my phone's having issues, and I'm having trouble posting this... TL;DR: Newbie struggling to find their way, tax analyst by night, Breaking Bad fan, and currently dealing with a power out...

This actually happened on Thursday, but my soul has only just now come back to my body. I visited the gynecologist on Thursday for my yearly exam. I see a male gynecologist, and while he’s a little awkward, he’s a very nice guy, a good doctor, and hasn’t given me “creep” vibes. Before he came in, I took off everything except my socks and put on the little gown they gave me. I settled on the bed and then he entered. We make a little bit of small talk just so we’re not in silence, go through the “any concerns, anything you need to bring up since last visit etc” and then it’s time for the old peek. I put my legs in the stirrups and he begins his exam. He must be feeling awkward from the silence, because after a minute, he says “oh, you must have a cat, huh?” I do have a couple of cats, but I hadn’t mentioned that to him. My brain short-circuits. How can he tell I have cats just from looking at my vagina? Does it smell like cats down there?! So I say “why?? does my vagina smell?” He...

So, I (25F) have been on five dates with this guy (28M). We were supposed to meet on Friday, but he said he might not be able to or would have to meet quite late, which frustrated me because we only see each other once a week, and we hadn’t met the previous week. Frustrated, I told him, "I think I’m done. It was nice hanging out with you, but I can’t deal with this scheduling issue." He later got back to me and said he could actually make it at our originally agreed time. We went on the date, had a great time, and the next day he texted saying he enjoyed seeing me again. I responded that I did too but also mentioned that the scheduling issue was frustrating. He agreed, and I asked if he wanted to see me again. That’s when he said he’s not sure what he wants in life right now. The thing is, I’m also unsure about what I want in life at the moment. Looking back, I don’t know why I asked such a big question when I’m still figuring things out myself. Everything feels uncertain ...

I've suffered from canker sores most of my life (white painful mouth sores). Sometimes multiple at once, sometimes they'd be in the back of my throat or on my uvula, which was especially painful and made swallowing and breathing awful. I would have at least one a month, sometimes more. It was rare for me to have zero. I saw so many doctors about this. Canker sores are, unfortunately, caused by a wide array of things and it's different for each person. Not super well understood by the medical community. Too much citrus? I had an addiction to orange soda, so that checks out. Too much stress? I raised my siblings while my parents were never home, so that checks out too. My favorite medical interaction was an 80+ year old doctor I met at my college who said, in his younger years, he tried to learn more about them. So he just started prescribing random things to people to see what actually helped. Steroids had the highest success rate at treating them, so he gave me a prescr...

So, after two days of not going (small appetite and I was studying for exams), I finally sat down for some much-needed relief. But fate had other plans. I’m mid-shit, when I hear buzzing outside the window panes. I think, okay, probably a bee, and since I’m terrified of bees, I brace myself. But then,THE THING COMES INSIDE! Panic. Sheer, primal panic. I literally stand up mid-shit, pants half-down, in absolute fight-or-flight mode. The bee starts zooming around like it owns the place, and before I can process my life choices, it FALLS INTO THE TOILET. Now, I flush. Once. Twice. It’s still there. Refusing to leave. And I’m just standing there, clenching, thinking, shit go away I wanna shit. Desperate times call for desperate measures. I grab the nearest thing the phenol floor cleaner,and pour it into the bowl. The bee finally meets its end. Another flush. Gone. And THEN, I shitted. So. Damn. Fast. After two days of buildup, my body was like evacuate IMMEDIATELY before another boss...

I am a 17 year old and I have a 7 year old brother some things for context. I am pretty skinny and I do not consider myself "strong" in any way shape or form, my brother is a normal 7 year old kid. Today after lunch I want to get something from the pantry when my little brother starter picking a fight with me some punches and other stuff. So I wanted to move him aside since he was bothering me but I miscalculated my force and I pushed him to the ground and he hit his head. I know that what I did could have killed him and trust me I feel really guilty. What shocked me and my mother was the way my father handled the situation: he decided to beat me up not with slaps or maybe even punches maybe the belt that would have been normal and I would have accepted it; No he pummeled me to the ground first by punching me to the face the he hit me with his knee in the stomach like 5 or 6 times and now I feel really sick. My father is a 185 cm 100kg firefighter. So reddit Did my father ov...

A bit backstory: I've been living in an english speaking country since I was 10, my accent is 95% gone and people who meet me generally don't realize I'm not a native speaker but once in a while I'll misprounce something or use a word wrong. Onto the FU. My cat died yesterday. She was my baby and I miss her very much and I can barely function without randomly bursting into tears. I took off work yesterday so I could grieve and bury jer in my in my yard under the bench we used to sit on and watch the birds in the summers. I thought she'd like that. My sister stopped by to console me and brought me a homemade meal. Despite it being delicious I could barely eat and saved it for later. Today I had to go to work so I packed the rest of the dinner for lunch. When I came in my eyes were puffy from crying and people were asking me what happened and I explained about my cat. During lunch I was heating up my food and and a woman I work with asked me what I was having and I ...

Where do I even start. A month ago I dislocated my shoulder; and it’s been hurting some days so bad I can’t even raise my arm or sleep on it. Working the Valentines shift a coworker gave me some Russian or Ukrainian pain meds and wow! They worked way better than tylenol and gave me some pep with the relief I covered a shift at work because (single); not expecting any dates. I met a guy; went on 1 date, great. He asks me out for Valentines, second date. I’m already frantic and rushing. Shift ends at 7; commute home is an hour and I am running from the subway station on slush/ ice/ knee deep snowpiles It’s 8 by the time I get home and we were supposed to meet at 8:30; half hour away from mine. I text him that I’ll be late I had to shower, get ready and call an uber. Mistake number one. I took a shot of whiskey at home to calm my nerves before calling an uber. Traffic is crazy due to weather and I’m delayed until 9. We meet at a market waiting for our supper plans. There’s a bar at ...

What the hell happened to this sub? Is there zero moderation? I’m just about to unsubscribe tbh because it feels like more often than not, when I read a post on here I’m massively let down come the ending because it’s in no way shape or form a fuck up. Seems like just about anything is permissible to post and idk about you but I joined this sub so that it would make me feel better about my day when reading a post. But now not only do most posts start with ”not today” but most stories are just not fuck ups anymore. Can we maybe add flairs that show the level of FU so that people who still want to share there boring/silly stories can still do so but also save us who want to read about a FU some time and emotional investment ? Or bots so that we can vote like in r/AITAH ? TLDR: what the fuck is even the point of this sub anymore why is nobody moderating posts?

So I have revolut. 6 months ago I apparently used the spare change feature to donate to a charity. I guess in the moment the UN world food programme spoke to me. I completely forgot it was on and even if I did see the tiny icon of the coins next to the transaction I would have dismissed it as a round up going into a personal savings account rather than to a charity. This is a feature I have active on another bank already going into savings. To add insult to injury the spare change feature was multiplied by 5. Ouch! I hope it’s not one of those sketchy charities that’s a front for money laundering. Don’t get me wrong I’m happy to donate but that’s just more than I feel comfortable with with my income. Also I don’t know if they offer tax breaks or anything like that. Probably not through revolut. I’m dumb. Tl;dr - used revolut’s spare change feature to donate to a charity over a period of 6 months without noticing totaling 1000 dollars

TL;DR : Spent an entire night trying to use an API that literally does not exist, then had to build the entire thing myself out of pure spite. So, there I was at 1:17 AM, diving into what was supposed to be a simple integration with a text-to-speech model. The documentation looked pristine - detailed endpoints, clear examples, everything a developer could dream of. Seemed like a quick job. NARRATOR: It was not a quick job. The Debugging Descent into Madness: What followed was a multi-stage descent into technical hell that would make Dante's Inferno look like a pleasant stroll: The Gradio Version Roulette First, I discovered Gradio's API parameters are a moving target. Versions 3.x, 4.x, and 5.x each handle API endpoints differently: Older versions: Automatic /api/predict/ routes Mid-versions: enable_api=True Latest version: api_name="/endpoint" Each attempt met with a new error: TypeError: Blocks.launch() got an unexpected keyword argument 'enable_ap...

so i used to date this girl awhile back, we’ll call her jess. jess has treacher collins syndrome. she’s nearly deaf and wears hearing aids, and has had over 12 surgeries on her face. jess and i dated for a year and then broke up, as we were just better off as friends. i remember when we were dating and we’d start to argue, she’d take her hearing aids off and turn away from me. this used to piss me off so bad, but now it’s just funny. anyways, we definitely operate better as friends. in the past we’d always sleep at my house. and the other day we decided to have a sleepover at hers for the first time and i was super excited. everything goes super great and it’s fun, and then we decide it’s time for bed. jess obviously takes off her hearing aids when she sleeps (she’s got screws in her head, and her hearing aids just click into place) so there’s no talking to her after that point. sometime around 5am, i wake up to violent shaking. i’m talking like, the bed is rocking back and forth, j...

Obligatory “this didn’t happen today”; roughly one year ago, an event that I have dubbed The Great Chicken Breast Debacle occurred, and as the anniversary nears, I’ve been reflecting with my friends and have finally been able to wrap my mind around exactly how insane this evening was.  It was Easter weekend 2024, and at the time, I (25F) was in a very unfortunate living situation with my ex boyfriend (30M). We had broken up in February, but had been unable to move out from our shared apartment as we were still within our one year lease, and needed to give the landlord adequate time to replace tenants. We had been together for about 1.5 years. We were effectively living as roommates; separate bedrooms, no sharing of schedules or resources, etc.  For the most part, we had always purchased our own groceries. Which probably sounds weird for a couple, and in hindsight it totally was, but what’s key to this story is that he was an amateur bodybuilder. What comes with bodybuilding...