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What If My Employer Fired Me For No Reason?
Passive-aggressiveness is the lingua franca of Californians of every social and economic class. An employer may give you a good performance review that is laced with subtle digs. They may avoid meeting with you, and when they fire you, they may say it is due to circumstances beyond their control. When you press them for an explanation, they may evade the question and have you escorted out by security.
By Martins Straume5 years ago in Confessions
Oops
Ok so I don’t know about you ladies out here, but when it’s almost that time of the month, I get pretty bloated, crampy, hungry, emotional, poopy and worst of all, gassy. I know I cannot be the only one haha. It was a Monday morning, around this time I was working early shifts so it was around 4 am at work, my job is to change the prices around the store, doing resets, checking for expired stuff, etc. So Mondays I typically do prices changes and when I do price changes I’m walking around a lot. nobody is there at 4 am besides the night stockers but they go on lunch around this time so the floor was free from people. Feeling extra gassy this fine Monday morning, I have to ask if you are familiar with crop dusting?? Well since no one was around and I walk around that’s what I was doing hahaha it’s horrible but come on, let’s get real everyone has done this. Sometimes I’m changing prices on the same aisle so I’ll be walking back and forth. I was on aisle 1 and I had to change a lot of prices on coffee and sodas, so I was walking up and down and let me tell you, it did not smell pretty. This is gonna sound gross but I like to smell my farts sometimes... gosh I can’t believe I’m telling you guys this I hope you guys never meet me in person ha. Anyways, I’m doing my job and there’s still some night stockers on the floor but in the frozen section, I go say hi to them, I’m literally friends with everyone at work. While I’m talking to them I feel my stomach just bubbling and I know I have to let one out soon so I cut the conversation short with my friend Isaiah and walk off quickly into the nearest aisle. *pffttt* they are silent but deadly. I go back to the grocery side and I’m in the candy/juice aisle, nobody is there and no stockers need to be on this aisle since it’s already done. I’m just letting them rip not a care in the world. All of a sudden, I hear my name and my coworker is running to me! I start to panic like “oh crap it smells like a rotten egg around me!!” At this point it’s too late for me to walk towards them and away from the smell, even if I did do that, I always read that farts follow you for about 30 seconds or something. Either way I would’ve been screwed. “Hey! Good morning I was looking for you to ask about this NIP (new items pog) to see if you could help me.” I’m literally looking at her nose and see her sniffing. I’m so embarrassed man and I know she knows that I know that she smells it. I just flat out say “I’m so sorry you had to walk into my fart.. I know it smells.” Just to skip all the awkwardness and just get it over with. Bursting into laughter she says “oh my gosh dude I didn’t want to say anything but it’s ok!! It does smell pretty bad though I’m not gonna lie to you.” I proceed to tell her that I get gassy before my period comes and she tells me she does too and she poops way more as well. So I go to help her on the NIP. Then go back to my work. It’s about 6:30 am now, still not many people in the store so I continue to dust the crop haha and this same coworker comes AGAIN. She’s halfway down the aisle this time I just yelled to her “dude I just let out a big one please don’t come over here it stinks!” She just turns around and walks back to wherever she came from. I’m literally shaking my head at myself like oh my gosh why. After some time where I felt comfortable enough to know I probably won’t fart anytime soon I go find her to see what she needed. This is the last time I crop dust. Next time I’m just gonna go to a part of the store nobody walks by or will find me. That part is in the back by the trash chute. It’s perfect, it already smells by it so you’ll never know it was me if someone were to come back there this early for any reason. I have other stories were I was embarrassed, like tripping over some boxes in front of a very cute overnight stocker left in the middle of the aisle. Or asking one guy how does he kiss and him laughing at me for even asking that. In my defense, I just wanted to know in case I tried sticking my tongue in his mouth and him pulling away like what the hell. He was younger than me not that much younger but I don’t know haha maybe he never kissed like that.. that’s embarrassing but that’s literally the only guy I ever asked how he kissed. The farting is more embarrassing. I’m glad my coworker was a girl as well and not a dude.
By Cynthia M 5 years ago in Confessions
Gaslights Illuminate Manipulation
I wish more people understood what it feels like to believe they are truly losing their minds. I mean this in a very literal sense. Not that I want people to suffer like I am suffering, but just that they understood that the obvious solutions aren't always as easy as they may seem.
By Wendy Sanders5 years ago in Confessions
A Startling Discovery
You know those times where you think of an absolutely brilliant plan? You spend hours thinking of something incredible or that perfect idea just comes into your head, but then when you try to execute it, it goes horribly wrong? This is one of those stories.
By Jamie Lammers5 years ago in Confessions
One of My Most Embarrassing Moments
It was a meeting room with 30+ people sitting in a corporate office to hear someone on a presentation. The presenter started talking, and in just about 2 minutes, he went blank. He could not utter a word further. Fortunately, one of his colleagues stepped up to do the rest of the presentation. The initial presenter was none other than me, and I felt very embarrassed as that event took place several years ago.
By Ganesh Kuduva5 years ago in Confessions
When Love Is Not Seen But Felt
"I can do this. I can do this. I can do this." Was the mantra I had repeated to myself in my head from the entire hour I spent getting ready for the evening, all the way up to until I pulled up to the restaurant in the backseat of my taxi that had picked me up outside of my apartment. I was hoping that the car ride would've settled my nerves but the moment I walked up to the front door my anxiety had completely amplified.
By Olivia Dell5 years ago in Confessions
Vanilla Bean & Cherry
Are we akin cherries? We may reside in the world on our own-- or be connected to another by a long, thin stem. Many admire the pair, however, the one that ventures alone is just as sweet. Each has a hard center that keeps it strong and whole. However, in the end, each will vanish eventually. Do we bother to stay grasping to the other or do we seek the sweetness of being unfettered?
By Annmarie Gomez5 years ago in Confessions
Thunders Down Under
My moment of absolute embarrassment dates back to long before the date even started. I met this guy at one of the most popular gay clubs in West Hollywood during a drunken night. He was tall, lanky to be exact, had shaggy, brown hair and very intriguing brown eyes; he was very much the type of guy who would catch my attention opposed to his surrounding buff pole dancers and muscular, blonde Adonis. His name was Nate. We spoke for about ten minutes before he had to leave to the next bar with his girlfriends. We exchanged numbers and texted for a few days before deciding to go on a date. It was on the day of that I started to get really excited and texted my best friend, telling her all about Nate. In the heat of the excitement, nervousness, and anxiety, my stomach started to act out in a completely opposite manner of its usual sluggishness, prompting me to run to the restroom as my bowels contorted inside me. Eleven minutes later and four knocks to the bathroom door of that coffee shop, all I could think was “Thank God for the air freshener the owner provided for guests!”
By Andrew Dominguez5 years ago in Confessions
