greenmangostudio

So this happened yesterday and I’m still getting roasted for it at work, so might as well let strangers roast me too. I work in a small office, nothing fancy. We have this one shared printer that sounds like it’s dying everytime it prints more than 3 pages, and of course it’s right next to the little kitchen area because apparently whoever designed the office had beef with peace and quiet. Anyway, one of my coworkers, Anna, was leaving the company. She’s super nice, everyone likes her, and our manager asked me to print the little goodbye card thing because I’m “good with computers,” which in office language means I know how to clear a paper jam without crying. The file was named something like final_goodbye_note.docx. I printed it, no problem. But then I noticed it had a typo in her name. Like, a bad one. Not “Anna” but “Anan.” So I fixed it quickly and saved the file to the desktop because I was rushing and didnt think about it. Here is where I fucked up. I renamed the cor...

This happened almost a year ago, but I can't stop thinking about how insensitive I was. Also I'm using gender neutral language for identification purposes. My mom works for the city as a crossing guard. She was having issues with a child who would cross the street on their bike 1) without waiting for her, 2) without waiting for the road to be clear, and 3) not using the button that flashes the crossing lights. Since I had experience working as a crossing guard and knew the rules of the city better than my mom (I'm the one who recommended her for the job as I had been working there longer), I offered to help her. My initial thought was, "Maybe it's not the best idea to talk directly to the parents as you never know how the parents could react, especially when telling them 'hey, your kid is being a danger to themselves and others'." I also know from experience that parents don't tend to take crossing guards as seriously as any other authority fig...

Live isn’t going so well so I bought some gummies at my dispensary ate a whole pack plus 100 mgs of another gummy Guy at the store tokd me to take it slow but the gummies looked so tiny next thing I know I’m 20 gummies deep into the bag My freind on Xbox tells me he’s used to 200 mgs to I open up another one and eat another 100 mgs one Within 30 Minutes at around 6 pm I’m feeling nice and toasty By 8 pm I was hoping I would die realizing how fucked up my life was puking all night long I thought I was going to die that night Spent the whole night trying to avoid choking on my own puke I was scared and paranoid all night long Still feeling the high right Think that’s the closest to death I’ve ever been to death TLDR: took 200 mgs of gummies almost died or felt like death

Today I (40m) fucked up at my dentist appointment this morning while getting crowns put on. I am still trying not to make it a big deal but it’s hilarious. I am in the middle of getting all my teeth redone which is something I’ve been wanting for a while. As my dentist has finished numbing my entire top portion of my face. She leaves to check on someone else whole the effects kick in. I’m just sitting minding my business and my nose started feeling weird. I ran my arm across it, nothing. So I check to see if the coast is clear to get two knuckles deep in this nostril. I put my pinky and still nothing, but I heard the dentist walking back in so I quickly yanked my hand back under the blanket. She burst into laughter “honey did your nose itch?” And I replied “yes it did a bit”. She replied still laughing “I can tell”. What I didn’t notice was that I guess as I retracted my hand. A little piece of my prefrontal cortex decided to come along and lay his happy gooey ass across my upper lip. ...