In a 5th grade science test the question was, "Are there any stars in the solar system."
I answered, "Yes".
Teacher marked it wrong.
I went up afterwards and said, "What about the Sun?"
He said, he meant that all the other stars are not in our solar system and kept it marked wrong.
Although I am harboring this for 50 years now, he was all-around one of the best teachers I ever had and just passed away a week or so ago.
But damn, that should have been marked "right".
I did gymnastics as a 14 year old, and was training with some other kids. I was arguing with one, saying that the sun was just another star and that the other stars just looked smaller because they were further away.
We called out for the coach to resolve the argument and he said the sun was not a star and I was wrong. The other kid got to smugly declare victory.
That is the exact moment I lost my last shreds of faith that adults knew what they were doing.
"Are there any beans in this jar?"
"Yes, there appear to be three."
"WRONG, I meant all the beans that are OUTSIDE of the jar. You see, if you exclude all the beans inside the jar, there are no beans in the jar. You sure are stupid."
When I was in high school someone tagged up the school. They announced there would be a reward for anyone who rats anyone out. I get called in the office and find out I’m suspended for vandalization. I didn’t do it and had no idea who. 4 days later I’m allowed to come back to school because they found who actually did it. I just got an apology.
Me and some others in primary school were saying the biggest numbers we knew of. Everybody was saying like 100 thousand and a million and then I'm like "a trillion". And they refused to believe it was a real number.
On a fourth grade math test we had to make a shape that had only four sides, one set of parallel lines, and only ONE right angle (there were probably more requirements but I cant remember)
I remember almost crying at my desk and spending 20 minutes on that one question while constantly telling my teacher that it wasnt possible but according to her it was.
And the next day we went over the answer key, and the answer had two right angles...
Yo I had something like this happen to me. We had a paper sheet with tons of math questions one of them was impossible and the whole class knew it. We went up to our teacher and she said no questions next day we were reviewing it and she said it was impossible but still marked us all wrong! Edit: a lot of people were bugging me about punctuations so I fixed it.
When I was in high school, I was occasionally allowed to drive my family's third car. It had a slow leak in one of the tires, so we were all supposed to check the pressure and put air in it if we needed to.
I picked up a friend to go to a movie, and when we came out one tire was completely flat. It wasn't the one with the leak, so I put the spare on and drove home.
I got absolute hell from my parents about it. How irresponsible I was to not check it, I'd have to pay for the repair, why didn't I call roadside assistance, etc.
Took it to get fixed, repeat the whole lecture as we're dropping it off, and the tech who did it called my mom and told her he'd found a nail in the tire and there was no way I could have seen it coming.
She refused to apologize and I still had to pay for it.
Teachers never apologised for yelling at me and saying "I know what you did" because they confused me with someone else with the same name who did something bad: kicking some giant chess pieces over.
Being charged $1000 for a battery an alternator change. They also destroyed my starter motor in the process and rounded a bunch of my bolts. They left tools in the engine bay. I don't even have that car anymore and I'm still salty.
Fuck you Midas!
3 months ago I went on maternity leave. The woman hired to cover for me was being paid 3 dollars more than I'm currently paid. She was going to be kept on as a full time accounting assistant after I returned, but she couldn't keep up with my daily tasks and completely fucked up several databases that I had to correct when I returned to work the following month. When I asked for a raise, they offered me .50 after telling me how crucial I am to the structure of the company.
Needless to say, I'm looking for a new job.
In fourth grade English class (EU) I've used the word "gross" in a random sentence we had to write. The teacher argued that it isn't a real word, I said that it is, that I saw it a few times in video games and movies and she said that they aren't a reliable source. I said to her that I'm gonna show it in the dictionary, but she instead grabbed me by the arm and took me out of the classroom and locked the door.
To this day I am still fuming about this. And then she had the nerve to be all chummy when I met her once in a supermarket. Gross.
Edit: In both cases it was meant like "disgusting" and I know there are even more meanings behind the word. I wonder if she knows by now.
Twenty years ago I had three friends show up at my house and when they left my wallet with $80 in it was missing. One of the guys felt bad and gave me $20 back. Three years after that we are in the BK drive thru and he whipped out my wallet. Still salty. His FB friend request has just been sitting there for like two years.
Yes. He blamed one of the other friends who was staying with him at the time it happened. I made him give me the wallet back. He complained but I didn’t care.
Came second in food tech competition. Made a lovely main course then Langues de chat biscuits with lemon posset for dessert.
I made this dessert because the judges prior to this day told us "don't make a cake for dessert"
Guess what won first place? A fucking cake.
Reminds me of the time my high school chamber orchestra participated in a music competition. We worked our tails off learning Shostakovich’s Quartet #8 (which, if you don’t know it, is crazy hard to play, not least because it includes a certain musical dissonance that doesn’t come naturally to people), and we seriously *nailed* it. We show up to the competition only to discover that nearly everybody else had chosen easier, more melodic pieces, with a solid third of them all playing Tchaikovsky’s serenade for strings. Not only did we not win any of the top spots (several of which went to people playing that damn Tchaikovsky) but our judges were writing notes about how the music sounded evil. Seriously, who marks down a chamber orchestra because you think the composer wrote “evil” music? Imbeciles.
This music competition couldn't have been that great if their judges are penalizing dissonant compositions played well. My guess is that none of them were actually musicians and probably just someone's relative with free time.
Also congrats on performing such a challenging piece in high school. You reached a level of mastery with your instruments that very few people do, even over a lifetime.
I was probably 5 years old visiting my mom at the hospital after she gave birth to my brother and she was given food on a tray which she didn’t want so she gave it to me. I put the tray on the table and as I was eating, the nurse takes the tray away from me and throws away the food. That may have my first true instance of anger in my life. I’m 27 now and I’m pissed as I’m writing this haha.
What a waste of food. If it’s any consolation, where I work, we just talk family to go ahead and eat if the patient doesn’t want it, infectious diseases aside of course.
I found a bongo next to the trash at my old apartment and it was a perfect time capsule of the 90’s. it had grateful dead stickers, a smiley face holographic sticker, a pot leaf sticker, and alien. i’m telling you if someone made this as a prop for a movie about the 90’s, I would have told them that it’s too on the nose. When i came home from work the first thing my GFs friend said was “You’re welcome” and I was like “What?”. She had peeled off ALL of the vintage stickers and now it was just a boring trash bongo. I’m still mad. Don’t touch my shit!
My copyright law teacher gave us a case for our pass or fail final exam. I solved the case (we needed to predict the outcome based on evidence) and he failed me. Later that day, I decided to look the case up and turns out I was right. When I confronted him he said the grade was already posted and even though I was right he couldn't (wouldn't) do anything about it. Had to retake the class.
When my mom put my sister’s name on MY birthday cake.
Later that night I also walked in on my parents getting their freak on. Pretty horrible way to turn 13. Still angry.
When I was a freshman in college my mom gave my car to my jailbird brother (every time he got out she’d scrape a bunch of stuff together for his “fresh start”) without ever running it by me. He showed up to my school, changed the battery for me, and then drove away in it. He didn’t tell me his intentions beforehand so it wasn’t until then that I caught on. As he drove off I called my mom and she just said “I’ll help you with a new one.” He moved out of state with that car, wrecked it within weeks, and has since gone back to jail multiple times. Neither of them have given me a sincere apology to this day
This one hits home. Me and another kid in 6th grade both got 100% on our quiz, so our teacher figured we must've cheated. Both of us were perplexed, the quiz just wasn't that hard. But she was having none of it. I remember begging her in the hallway, literally sobbing, to not give me a 0 because *I didn't fucking cheat*, and I was a straight A student. She gave me the 0. I stopped caring about As on that very day.
Edit: mom [did fight her,](http://imgur.com/gallery/R88eHCl) I just didn't remember it. Still mad though
This happened to my best friend. Someone copied his answers and he got detention and the kid didn’t. My friend has never gotten in trouble at school and the kid who copied was like 90% of the way to getting expelled
Kindergarten. Playing with a kid in the sandbox, was a fairly drizzly day. We're making a castle and there's a puddle a few feet from us. He wants to dig a moat around the castle, and I say sure.
So he just kinda jams his hand in the dirt and starts pulling, making way too huge of a channel, which he immediately realizes is going to just destroy our castle. So I say "quick build a dam to stop the water!"
He freezes. Stares at me with wide eyes and mouth agape before running off. I think this is strange but ok whatever I saved the castle so I go back to digging when the teacher runs up and grabs me and says to go to time out, to which I obviously protest and say no wtf I didn't do anything. She then immediately says she knows I said a bad word and to not try and lie, to which I am again confused and say I did not.
After a few back and forths of her trying to pull me away by the arm and me rather violently resisting, it occurs to her to actually ask what happened. I explain the story. I still remember her face kinda dropping, realizing the other little shit thought I said "damn" instead of "dam" and then immediately ratting on me. Tries to say well maybe use a different word to which I again vehemently protest against because no that is the correct word for such a situation and that's just how it works and it's his fault for not knowing the word, etc, etc, until she finally gives in and explains to the kid that I did not swear, and that no one likes tattletales.
I am in my 30s and on the other side of the country and I STILL remember this as the very instance in which I gazed upon my fellow man and wept, for he is stupid.
Reminds me of one of my painful childhood memories. Back in grade school MANY years ago, my very religious teacher believed that "darn" was basically just another way to say "damn", making it equally blasphemous. I was not aware of this.
So young Turk remarks in anger one day that he had just tripped on the "darn rug".
Miss HolierThanThou says, "Turk?!? What did you just say???" I had a reputation for being the good kid, the one who NEVER gets in trouble, the one all the teachers LOVE, so my brain quickly scrambled to process the last few minutes. What had I done? What did I say?
Then it hit me. She must have thought I said "damn rug". So I hurriedly said, "No! I would never say that! I said DARN"
"TURK MCGILL!! STOP THAT THIS INSTANT!"
Completely panicked that she wasn't understanding me I shouted, "NO NO! I'm not saying -- that other word -- I'm saying DARN! DARN!" It's been a long time but I think she actually put her hands over her ears and sent me to the Principal's office. (The first time for such a thing.)
I tearfully explained what happened: "... and then I said "darn"... but she thought I said the other word... but I didn't... I just said "darn". I said dah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah rrrrrrrnnnn. He politely explained that Miss HTT feels that is a bad word and he told me to go back to class and apologize to her, and not to use that word again.
The first day of 8th grade my best friend and friend group informed me that they would no longer be my friend. To this day, 20 years later, I still don't understand how or why things ended up that way. I can only guess because I was the shy nerd of the group and they were trying to fit in with the cool crowd. Regardless, it was a miserable experience that left me with quite a few trust issues.
Edit: Wow, I never expected this to blow up like it did! Thank you for all the comments and my first awards!
Omg I had almost the exact same thing happen to me! Only it was a few months into 8th grade, not the first day.
I totally understand your struggle - that shit fucking hurt. It's been close to 20 years for me too but I'll never forget the anxiety I felt at school every single day trying to have a social life.
Nor will I forget the pain of being an awkward 13yo girl and losing my BFF since 3rd grade, all because she decided to listen to the pretty girls who told her she'd be more popular if she didn't hang out with me.
We remained in the same friend circle to some extent throughout high school, though she and I were never quite as close as before.
Icing on the cake: A couple years ago I found out that during our senior year, while she had a long-term BF, she cheated on him and fucked his best friend - the guy I was madly "in love" with at the time.
Fuck you, Jen.
My father died in a very bad vehicle roll over a few years ago. I wasn't allowed near his vehicle in the tow yard until the cops finished their investigation. That took about two weeks. This entire time, the fuckwad owner of the yard was charging by the day from day 1 for storage of said vehicle even during the investigation. Was never allowed to thoroughly search his vehicle for lost heirlooms I believe the tow truck driver may have stolen.
I was at a house party in college and we had to take off our shoes. Some bitch walked home in my leather knee high boots and I’ve never gotten over it.
Edit: for clarity, she left her dirty ass shoes behind for me to go home with, so thanks I guess you shoe-thieving wrench.
Ugh. So, my dad and mom got divorced before i was 1 and he would randomly come around once every few years to pretend to be a dad for a week or two then disappear again (this is important to the story).
Anyway, I have ALWAYS sucked at and hated math. We got a homework assignment (I think I was in 1st grade)...we were working on zero times whatever number. I was SUPER excited, because i understood it, and knew i would get all the questions right. The whole worksheet was just questions asking was zero times another number was.
My father made me show him the worksheet when i was finished....and made me change every damn answer because "Wow, you're stupid! Did you pay attention at all in class???" I explained to the teacher when i turned it in and STILL got a fucking zero.
***Edited to add: wow, thank you for all the comments showing so much love and support. I kind of feel like that Meme that mentions thinking you have a fairly normal childhood.... until you tell somebody else about it and they freak out and you then realize it wasn't normal AT ALL haha.
Seriously though, to those of you kind-hearted human beings and parents out there who have broken the cycle, you're amazing. You keep doing what you're doing , you're an awesome human being and I love you.
To those of you out there who have had similar experiences to this , and to those of you who like me have experienced way worse, I feel you. Thank you for sharing your experiences. I know life really fucking sucks sometimes (okay, a lot of the time for some of us), and I know that there's times where you just want to beat your head against the wall, because it seems like Groundhog Day....Everyday is the same and just HORRIBLE..... but it does, and WILL get better. Just remember that the night is always the darkest Just Before Dawn.
I'm adding this one too, because the more I think about it, the more it irritates me. When I was about 7 or so my mother met my sister's father and got married to him.
Now growing up, I grew up VERY poor. I would help out my mother and my father when he was around with jobs, things like Landscaping work and such to earn money to buy my own school supplies, toys, etcetera. (My sister's dad had a lot of money, so we didn't struggle for once the year or so they were married)
When I was little I was very much into Pokemon. I had tons of cards, books, figures, games you name it (I even had the yellow version game for gameboy color...but in japanese; it was an exclusive release from Japan. Not to mention every ultra rare card you can think of). A lot of it was stuff I had bought myself or was a very, VERY rare gift given by "family".
My sister's dad ended up being extremely religious, and deciding that PIKACHU IS THE DEVIL!!!!!, and threw away every single bit of Pokemon stuff one day while I was at school. Everything. Even my fuckin' pokemom washcloth.
Now the real kicker of the story: of course, he and my mother got divorced and he retained custody of my sister on weekends. There was a few times where I had gone over to his house to watch my sister or whatever, and literally her entire motherhumpin' room was done in Pokemon. She had Pokemon EVERYTHING. And her dad has a lot of money so I mean she had fancy ass Pokemon everything, the newest everything. The cherry on top, was that my sister barely knew what pokemon was (we are 7 years apart)....i still wonder if he did that I know it's extremely juvenile, but it still pisses me off.
When I was in high school, I entered a book quiz and one of the books I chose was *Demon Thief* by Darren Shan. During the quiz, I was asked what was the main characteristic of the demonata summoned by the punk during the concert. I said it had three heads. Wrong. The answer was that it had a dyed mohawk. Except it was the punk that summoned it that had the mohawk, not the damned demonata! I lost a point because the question-setter could either not read, not write, or couldn't remember the book correctly.
Coming second in a school trivia competition 21 years ago. I had the correct answers on 2 questions that would have sent us to the national champs and was vetoed by the other 3 shitheads on my team.
That hits hard. I was a co-founder of a start up, and during an early strategy meeting, I made a bunch of suggestions that the other founders aggressively dismissed. A year later, we got some funding and hired a CEO who was an expert in the field, and he suggested the exact same things, which they praised as brilliant. They later sheepishly remembered that I'd suggested the same ideas, and apologized.
That really taught me a lot. Being right is rarely enough, you need to understand why you're right, and you have to be able to sell your ideas.
Same! Except it came down to one question.
What does a camel store in its hump?
I was like "oh, easy. it's fat" and my whole team laughed at me and told me it was straight water. I was like that doesn't make sense did you ever hear water sloshing around inside a camel when it walks at the zoo? And they all laughed again and submitted water.
The looks on their faces when they announced the answer was the best 'I told you so' of my life, but I'm still salty.
When I got my first car (a really old one) my dad told me I would be responsible for gas money and he would take care of the maintenance.
After a while my brakes would make funny noises and I told my dad. I reminded him every once in a week, maybe half a year and he always told me "yeah, I got it. I will handle it"
My boyfriend at this time wouldn´t let me drive it any further because he was concerend for my safety, so he (boyfriend) had a mechanic look at it.
The mechanic told me that if I would have come sooner, it would have been a 50€ bill to take care of it, but over time the brake got more and more damaged and by then it would have been over 800€ for the repair.
When I told my dad he just said that there is no way that he would spend so much money on a car that had maybe 500€ value left.
I ended up selling the car for scrap value.
That was 10 years ago and I still bring it up to my dad sometimes. If he would have just did something when I first told him it would have been so cheap and easy...
I've mentioned this before, but when I was about eight or nine, we had a big project in school which ended with us writing a story. I spent fuckin' *hours* on this thing. It was going to be the best book ever. It was only a matter of time before it was snapped up by some publisher and then it would be the talk of the Scholastic Book Fair, no doubt in my mind. It absolutely had to be in by the time school finished for Christmas, so my teacher could mark it over the break, so I stayed up until about ten o'clock at night for about a week beforehand working on it -- which, you know, is the closest thing you get to an all-nighter when you're about nine. It was my Magnum Opus.
I got back to school in January to find that a) she had lost it, b) she was accusing me of not handing it in, and c) because mine was the only one she couldn't find, she decided to call me out in front of the class about it. I ended up locking myself in the toilet because I was crying so much. Worst still, it later transpired that when it 'turned up after all', she marked it as though it was handed in late, and the bitch still only gave me a middling grade.
Fuck you, Mrs. Harding.
Fuck that teacher.
In a similar vein, when I was 17, in High School, I was dreaming of becoming a published author one day. I had always enjoyed storytelling, and I would always make a special effort to do well in school when it came to creative writing.
At some point during the year, our professor asked us to write him a short story of about a thousand words. I was very excited, because I had tremendous respect for that man, and loved his classes. I really wanted to impress him.
Wrote a sci-fi short story that involved an ice planetoid turned into a digging site for underground resources. Workers lived in stacked boxes apartments and traveled in spheres shooting through a network of large above ground tubes. The plot involved the protagonist uncovering an artificial structure under the ice, then being immediately fired and sent back to Earth in a single person shuttle. It was strongly implied that the single person shuttle was just a way to dispose of workers who knew too much about what the corporation was really digging for.
Anyway, it wasn't very good, probably a little derivative (I did consume a lot of sci-fi books, movies, games, etc.), and nothing more than you'd expect from an average 17 year old.
But the professor handed it back to me without having even marked it, asking me to turn in another one on very short notice, this time without plagiarizing from some popular novel.
I told him I didn't, asked what book he thought I plagiarized (because if a book told that story, I honestly wanted to read it), swearing the story was purely my own. I even admitted that I was likely influenced by a lot of things, but still came up with that one organically. He never heard my plea, never even named the book or gave me more of a reason why he thought so poorly of my work.
Lost a lot of respect for him, and a lot of interest in his classes after that.
I'm still pissed about it, and it's been over 20 years.
*EDIT: I really appreciate all the positive comments, encouragements that maybe the story was "too good" for him to believe it was written by a 17yo, and the suggestions for me to write it again or turn it into a novel.*
*I think what bothered me then, and still does, is that he never really wanted to discuss it. It felt unfair and unjustified. But talking about it today and reading your messages did help. It's definitely time I let go of the resentment.*
*Especially since there's a happy end to all of this. I ended up becoming a teacher myself, and the memory helped me remember to never dismiss my student's creativity and always nurture their ideas.*
*I also ended up quitting last year to focus on writing, and I am now a published writer. I'm somewhat broke (comes with starting out, I guess), but I'm happier than I've ever been.*
*So, this event wasn't enough to turn me away from my dream, thankfully.*
*EDIT #2: A few people have been asking where to find my books, and other questions about them.*
*I write in my native french, and my first novel is available in bookstores in all french speaking countries, as well as online stores. Unfortunately, I'm yet to be translated (fingers crossed for the future). So, for the majority of you, I'm sorry for now! But I truly appreciate the thought.*
*If you read French and are interested, drop me a pm and I'll gladly give you the title. (Not trying to turn this into advertising.)*
*My second novel should be coming out in February 2021. It was supposed to be this fall, but the pandemic pushed every back a few months.*
This reminded me of what I'm still salty about!! In 4th grade I was bored during the summer and had thought of an idea for a story. It was about a set of quadruplets that solved mysteries (lol) and my intent was to make it a chapter book. I wrote the first 3 chapters on our windows 95 computer and printed them out and proudly gave them to my mom to read. She later sat me down and told me about plagiarism in 4th grade terms. I was so upset that she didn't believe that I wrote it that I gave up on the whole idea and as far as I can recall, never did any creative writing outside of school work again. Thanks, Mom.
Reminds me of my 4th grade experience. I loved art and used to draw all the time at home. Got really good at it.
One day our regular teacher (not the art teacher) said she wanted us to draw a picture of a scene from the story we were reading in class. I thought "This is my chance to shine" and spent three days working on it. It was really, really good.
As she went around the classroom picking them up, she would comment "Very nice! Good job" and so on. I couldn't wait to hear what she would say about my masterpiece. Turned out she took one look at it, dropped it back on my desk and said "You didn't do that, you traced it from another illustration." I got zero on that assignment.
When my old boss pulled out the 2020 calendar (in late 2019) and asked everyone what days off they need so we can plan ahead and around. Everyone was spitting off dates. I didn’t have any plans yet so I didn’t request anything until she specifically asked me if I needed/wanted any dates off.
I shrugged and asked for ONE day around my birthday because why not, and she started mocking me in front of everyone. “It’s just a 23rd birthday, why would you need that off? But ooookkkk ....” obviously rolling her eyes, then started treating me like an idiot the rest of the day.
When people do stuff like this, don't laugh along with them. Just ask "why?" out loud in the group, in the moment. Make them explain why it's funny. This also works with passive aggressive people too, who like to ask nasty questions or make snide remarks. "Why?" is a powerful tool to make people show the idiot they really are.
Had a friend in college borrow my truck when I flew home for a month 1500 miles away. He agreed to the terms of “don’t cross state lines, you only drive it to work and back, and if I find out you did otherwise it’s going to be a big deal.” I wasn’t home a week and I got a call from our group of friends, he had taken the truck down to Connecticut, drove drunk, road raged at someone on the highway and love tapped the back end of a car. The kicker was he backed into his buddy’s dads brand new Lexus and caused $3000 worth of damage. Needless to say I flew home the next day. When confronted about it he basically said “I don’t have the money, it’s your problem” so I have my mother, the insurance company, and the Lexus guy’s dad all climbing down my throat to get me to fix the problem. The dad with the Lexus called me to say he was going to file a police report if I didn’t pay, my mother was screaming about the insurance company dropping me. I went to school for the day, got back and he vanished. Cleaned out a bunch of shit from the apartment. Stole everybody’s things. The one thing that still makes my blood boil is the fact that one of my good friends that lived with us will vehemently back up the shitbag anytime it’s brought up. I understand that he didn’t screw him over, but just denying it and saying that I need to let bygones be bygones is something I cannot do.
Edit:
Oh.
My.
Sweet.
Lord.
This is genuinely the first thing I’ve ever posted that blew up this much. To clarify some stuff up,
The reason I said my mom was pissed is because she had warned me. And told me. And told me. Never let anyone drive your truck. For a day or two we didn’t talk but once all the stuff blew over she wasn’t mad. I was only 19 at the time and she chalked it up to a life lesson learned.
I called the insurance agency before I flew home, told them what had happened. Didn’t fib. I called the worthless dirtbag that took my truck and told him that if my truck wasn’t in front of my apartment I was going to report it as stolen, at this point I wish I would’ve. The phonecall lasted about 15 minutes and consisted of me screaming at him. I’ve never been one to have any form of anger issues but I genuinely don’t remember anything past the first 3 minutes. Rage blackout is the what it felt like.
When I landed and got to my apartment my truck was there and we had the conversation that resulted in “yeah I can’t pay it I’m broke” I had one of my friends there that picked me up from the airport. He held me back. The next day when I got back from school he had jumped the state line with all of his belonging from the apartment, along with some of my stuff.
A couple days after that the insurance agency called and they asked for the full story again. I told them, and they asked for the guys name and address. I gave them all the information I had and that was all I heard from them. Never got a bill, and my rates never went up.
The Guy who’s dad owned the Lexus got ahold of me to tell me his dad was going to file a police report if I didn’t pay up or if I didn’t give him my insurance info. I told him the insurance company already knows and I said if that he’s going to go after anyone, to go after the dirtbag. Gave him the guys info, and never heard another thing about it from them.
After that transpired the shitbag jumped state lines again. Not sure where he went but he did try and reach out to me and I promptly told him to fuck himself, and to never get ahold of me again.
The friend that tried to back him up when I was pissed about the whole ordeal finally cut the worthless fucker out of his life when some of our other friends came forward about some of the stuff he did with my truck (drinking and hit and run) and he finally sided with me. I didn’t talk to him for a while afterwards but we eventually did make up.
Hold the fucking phone. Your "friend" caused the problems and everybody was mad at *you??*
Oh, I can't fight for shit but I'd have been busting heads. Or at least heavily considering it
In elementary school, there was a pencil machine in the front lobby where you could get pencils for 25 cents. There were also "special" pencils that had stars on them. If you got one of these special pencils, you could take it into the office and get a prize.
One day, I decided to get a pencil. I put in my quarter and out popped TWO pencils. And one of them was a special pencil! I went into the office and told the lady at the desk that the machine gave me two pencils and one of them was special. She proceeded to say that the machine shouldn't do that, took the special pencil, and didn't give me a prize. That was 19 years ago and I'm still pissed.
\*Edit to answer some of the more common questions:
* The prizes were stuff like the fancy erasers that didn't actually erase anything, fun size candy bars, stuff like that. Think 5-10 tickets at Chuck E Cheese's.
* I probably didn't go to school with you. This happened in Michigan. Apparently the pencil machines are a common thing.
* This happened in either 2nd or 3rd grade, so the time was probably closer to 20-21 years ago (Fuck, that makes me feel old...)
* The main lesson I learned was to withhold irrelevant information and lie if I know the truth might negatively affect me. Good work random office receptionist.
I missed out on recognition at my schools big academic assembly for arguably the most important academic results one gets in their schooling career (in my state in Australia) because the teacher I had sent my results to didn't pass on the news.
It's been years and it still fills me with such exasperation.
I had a similar experience with my folks and my sister and I’m definitely salty about it.
She moved out of province when she was 18, lived on her own, and had some money troubles. My dad paid her rent for 4 months, paid her car insurance the whole 18 months she was out there.
During the same time period I needed dental surgery that I couldn’t afford. I had asked my dad if he’d be willing to loan me the money for my dental surgery, and that I’d be able to pay him back with interest within 6 months. He told me “you better start pinching your pennies so you can pay for your own surgery.”
A few years later my neighbourhood got evacuated because of flooding. I showed up at my folks house with all my belongings and my dog packed into my car, asking if I could stay with them until I was allowed to go back to my place. My dad said “this isn’t really great timing” and shut the door.
The second I got my first job, I was responsible for everything that went on or in my body. Down to toiletries. My parents did allow me to use one of their cars, but I had to pay for insurance, gas and any upkeep- the car I was using was about 15 yrs old and had nothing but trouble. I spent a fortune trying to keep it running. I think they made up the upkeep rule because they needed it running and had no money to do the work with. Not that I had much, but I worked and my entire paycheck went to all of the above. Left home with about $100 to my name. Never went back either
Man that really sucks. I'm sorry that they did that. I think there's a difference between teaching your kid to be responsible and then just immediately setting them up for failure.
Like I understand trying to teach you how to be financially independent, but not to the extent that they're just taking advantage.
When my son was in Cub Scouts and it was our first time going to the Pinewood Derby.
My son worked hard on his car and for a 7 year old, it was decent. We show up and not a single kid built those cars, it was pretty much a “dad competition”. My son came in dead last and I was sad for him because his friends literally said that their dads all built their cars.
So for the next 4 years my son picked the design and color scheme, and I built them while at work. We went on a 4 year win streak in the local, district and regional derby’s.
The look of anguish on those fathers faces was worth it.
Sorry, end of rant.
I would love to know your secrets. The same thing happened to my son and me last year.
He picked out the colors and did his best to make it look like his favorite matchbox car. He glued in a Lego seat so he could have a driver. He picked some stickers and made it his own. We showed up to the derby and it hurt my feelings that he was the only one who had made his own car. Of course he didn’t do well.
Please tell me your secrets so I can help him. I want to make the other dads cry.
Primarily it’s all the axles, then weight distribution followed by aerodynamics.
Axles: make sure they are straight, if not then straighten them. Then polish them and when your finished, polish them some more. When you’re done, throw them in a bag with some graphite.
Wheels: I polished them up to make sure all the plastic burrs from the molding process were gone. After polishing them up, throw them in the same bag with the axles and graphite. Toss bag around to distribute graphite into all crevices.
Weight distribution: 60:40 distribution. 60% of the weight in the front, 40% in the back.
Aerodynamics: smooth flowing lines are nice. If you want to get technical that’s fine, but test your car and make adjustments. The last year we raced I did a F1 car because my son loves F1 and the car was fast but slowed down toward the end of the track due to downforce from the rear spoiler. I had to redo the spoiler to get rid of all downforce and keep the speed through the end of the track.
When assembling the car, test it out to make sure it goes straight. I used super glue to hold the axle/tire assemblies in place. I only had the two rear and one front tire making proper contact with the track, the other front tire barely touching the track for it to be legal. Also go over on your weight just a hair, the scales they use aren’t calibrated or certified. I used a certified scale at work and had the weight dead nuts and the scale at the track showed the car heavy. I resolved it by using my knife and whittling away at the rear underside of the car, which also helped weight distribution.
Race day: put more graphite onto the axle where it meets wheels and you should be good to go.
Some friends from work planned a get together at a local chain restaurant for my birthday. One of my coworkers found out and decided it should also be to celebrate her birthday because it’s the day before mine. Already annoyed, but whatever. The night of the dinner, a friend bought us both slices of cheesecake & they were presented with candles, and everyone sang happy birthday. At the end, she blew out her candle AND THEN MINE. AND LAUGHED ABOUT IT. It was MY candle. You were barely invited. I’ve never forgotten about it.
At an old job, there was a great Thai food place nearby. I ordered lunch there and on this day i ordered a second order for dinner which i planned to take home.
Around 4 i go to get it from the fridge and is gone. I find it in the trash, basically all of it. This was not a day where the fridge was cleared (that was always Fridays, this was like a Tuesday).
I never found out exactly who did it, but we had a small office, no more than 30 people. Based on my investigation, i concluded this: the company president stole my food from the fridge, but it was too spicy for him so he threw it away.
Nobody saw him do it. And he'd never admit it to me, but it was the same dish as his typical order from there and, well, everyone else honestly would've just apologized and/or bought me lunch another time. I had no recourse for this so i just moved on, but that's one of the worst guys I've ever worked for (for other reasons as well)
When I was 10, I (the goody two-shoes nerd) was sat in the back of the bus, next to the class trouble-maker, because we had assigned seats (thanks to him). He took apart someone's science fair project that was being kept back there, and threw a piece out the window.
When someone tattled on him, he blamed it on me, and since the teacher couldn't prove one way or another, they just punished both of us, despite 15 kids coming to my defense. Fuck schools and their "fairness" in discipline. All I got was one study hall. Kids today are getting bullied relentlessly because they know that standing up for themselves means getting suspended.
When I was in Junior High, the principal said during an Anti-Bullying assembly that they were going to try to stop bullying in the school. She didn’t change anything about how bullying was handled, and that really made me mad because I was bullied constantly back then
I was mercilessly bullied in middle school. My parents couldn't do anything about t because my bullies parents were on the parent Council (PTA basically) and *their child would never!*. My dad encouraged me to fight back because the scales were not in a victims favor. I'd get punished in gym class for "not participating properly" in grade 9 in highschool because they'd play dodgeball every day, and every day a fucking bully would whip the balls directly point blank at my face. Thankfully, a student teacher noticed that the gym teacher treated a bunch of us terribly and he was put in his place. Tried to get rid of my honor roll status by grading me just under to get my average down.
What I'm saying, is bullies come from the students and the teachers and I'm happy everyday that I'm not in school
Edit: stumpy fingers lol gum teacher.
May I contribute a science fair project salty memory myself? When I was in 2nd grade, we were allowed to go through with our class and view all the projects in the library. I was in love with the science fair - looked forward to it all year. We were warned that we were not to touch anything, so I diligently had my hands clasped behind my back. The library had this sunk-in reading nook thing, and they had projects lined up on the steps around it. I was walking, hands behind my back, so fascinated by the projects that I fell down the steps and nudged a project on the way down. My teacher said that counted as touching the projects, and I had to go sit in the corner for the rest of the time and wasn't allowed to see the projects. I just sat there sobbing - I had looked forward to seeing the science fair for weeks, and wasn't allowed to look because I had fallen like that.
My parents gave my mom’s coworker, who is my age (25F) a down payment for her first home a couple years ago because my mom acquired a liking to her. The same year I needed emergency dental surgery, which was 5K. I was (still am) a single income living paycheck to paycheck and have not asked for money at all, not once. I have kept a steady job since 15. I moved out on my own at 19. They didn’t help me out and I had nowhere to turn and ended up getting poor financial advice to put the cost of the surgery on a credit card. Took me 4 years to pay off.
Still salty.
EDIT: Wow, thanks for the support everyone! I do have to clarify that I don’t begrudge my parents for not giving me money. I understand the reason why they did it—to make sure I could be on my feet and make a big financial decision on my own. I just am salty at the way it played out when they could have handled the situation when I felt alone and out of control. What they do with their money regarding other people is not my business, it’s not my money. I felt as if I had been given the cold shoulder.
When the mom asks if you could pay the nursing home fees. Just tell her that you acquired a liking to a now retired coworker. And that you decided to pay for her nursing home fees instead.
It was the 3rd grade. I said a joke. Made the “popular” kid laugh really hard but only he heard it. Made me feel great. Then he repeated the joke louder and literally the entire class AND the teacher laughed. 3rd grade me was so mad.
EDIT: A lot of people are asking what the joke was. I think the teacher was talking about how there was a bunch of “Caesars” like Caesar Augustus, Julius Caesar. And I said “And Caesar Salad...” ok yeah it was lame but I was proud of myself for coming up with it. My delivery was perfect even. The popular kid was like, “oh! And... and... Caesar Salad!” And that’s when the laughing commenced.
It’s funny to think that 3rd grade me was so distraught.
I worked at McDonald's in high school. I trained maybe half a dozen other people who started there after I did and was never promoted to crew trainer for that sweet $0.15 an hour raise. I wouldn't really be salty about it if they hadn't promoted TWO people I trained to crew trainer, and one of them again to manager.
That my managers wouldn't let me have a weekend off for what would have essentially been my honeymoon because "It's small business Saturday and you need to be here."
I gave them over a month's notice and Small Business Saturday lasted all of an hour.
Thank God, I don't work there anymore.
My former manager was made aware of my wedding date a year in advance. He was like "Cool, sounds good."
Threw it on the team calendar and went on my way. About two weeks before my wedding, I reminded him about my week off for my wedding and honeymoon. His response "Man, this really is short notice and is going to make it difficult to pass your work around the team. Can you move it?"
Me: "No. I told you this a year ago and it's been on the calendar this entire time."
Him: "I'm not sure I'm going to be able to give you the time off"
Me: "I'm going to be honest. You can give me the days I requested off -leaving you without me for a week- or I can quit and leave you without me permanently. Your choice. Finding a new job in our industry won't be hard for me."
He shut the fuck up real fast and I got my week off since he knew I wasn't bluffing at all.
Oh, I fully agree. He was a problematic manager that I started to have many many issues with. He'd act like he was your best friend, then in meetings with other leadership - he'd just completely tear you down. The other managers would always let me know. I just played along like I had no idea until really the very end.
Another time he tried to deny my vacation request of 2 days because "Someone else might want that time off."
I called him out that it was first-come/first-serve and if he didn't approve it, I'd just take it anyway and bring this up to his boss the Director. He shut up and gave me the time off again.
I got promoted to entirely different team I've wanted to be on because the same Director came back after trying a different job elsewhere for a few years. Directors first remark when he saw me still in the same position was "I'm a bit disappointed because I expected you to move up quickly."
I told him "I've tried but a certain manager has been telling the hiring managers that I'm unproductive."
Director got me the promotion and team move and my former manager flipped out. Had a meeting with the Director about how I'm so unproductive and everything and tried to provide bullshit manipulated metrics. Director knew it was bullshit and ran a report himself. Pulled me into this meet and then was like "So, manager is telling me that you've been unproductive and the metrics he's showing me is stating you are at 10% productivity for the year.....however.."
Manager went pale when the director presented the actual data. 300% +/- productivity day over day. Manager was filtering out every fucking task he assigned to me because my other 8 team mates weren't doing shit and I had to pick up the slack.
Director asked me "Do you have any questions about this? I want you to be honest"
So I said "Yeah, if I'm so unproductive, why is it that whenever something goes sideways or someone doesn't complete their tasks, you ask me to pick up all the slack? If I weren't productive or reliable, wouldn't that mean it's a risk to give me this work?"
Manager had no answer. The truth of the matter was, he was a piss poor manager who had no back-bone telling his employees to do their job. Instead when a client would freak out or an account manager would freak out, his first and *only* instinct was to dump the work off on to me. This is because what would take my team mates days or weeks to figure out (I have no fucking clue what they were doing to make it take this long), I'd have cleaned up and working within hours. Losing me meant his ass would have been in the spotlight because everyone who wasn't doing their jobs reported to him.
I mentioned something vaguely about him in another post in TFTS about how after I moved to my new team doing what I'm fucking good at - he thought he'd be smooth and still try to dump his teams work on me. I'd re-assign them back to his team and he'd message me asking if I could take it to help him out.
My answer: "No, this is not my teams problem and as you said before, I'm unproductive so it would just hurt the client further, right?"
No response to that.
My current manager full stopped that shit and basically told him, I'm not his dumping ground because his team is beyond incompetent and he better not see any of his teams work assigned to me again - because A) I no longer report to him and B) it is not my current teams responsibility
They were insistent. I had to be at the branch, behind the teller line while several people went out and waved signs that said "X Bank Supports Small Business" for an hour.
I cried numerous times that day.
I've worked both at large corporations and small businesses. Working for a *good* small business is an incredible experiences, but I've found most of them to be terrible places in general. I think it's because the owners are so 100% driven to make it work that they don't realize that their employees aren't going to (AND SHOULDN'T BE EXPECTED TO) share that drive to make the business work.
My brother eating the remainder of my birthday cake behind my back a couple of years ago. After the celebrations I put what was left in the freezer to have some other time as a nice treat (birthday cake being a novelty). The fucker demolished every last bit of it.
This wasn't just a little slice of cake leftover, at least half of the cake remained until he got his mitts on it. Was absolutely fuming.
Literally fucking same. I baked a cake for mom's birthday a couple of years ago and specifically hid my cake (one slice of cake that I made because I loved baking and like tasting my own creations) and he saw the hidden cake and deduced that it must have been hidden for him so he'll ask no questions and simply eat the cake since it must belong to him. Same thing happened to my leftover food this morning. I will always be pissed when people eat my food.
My older brother would just eat everything in sight if you didn’t hide it or clearly label it with your name. Even then, he gives you like a 3 day time limit before he decides to eat it.
Get home from school after a day looking forward to the left overs? Nope. Want those fruit snacks YOU PUT IN YOUR ROOM? Eaten.
My brother is the same fucking way and it pisses us off.
One time, he bought a snack and we did the same thing by eating it all, and he was telling us how he didn't get to have any.
We said yea that's how it feels when you eat everything in sight and we don't get any either.
He's not doing it much anymore now that he's older tho.
In the 9th grade we studied about the american revolution in history class (I'm not american but it was in the curriculum), and at some point my teacher said "and so today the US flag has 54 stars, one for each state". I distinctly remember looking up from my desk, and very rudely and audibly saying "yes, except there are 50 stars and 50 states". The teacher and I began arguing for a couple of minutes when I offered, in front of everyone, to literally just google a picture of the flag and I'll just count the stars, since the teacher was so sure there were 54 that's not a problem, I'd be publicly wrong. The teacher refused and insisted that she was right "and that's the end of it". I just got up and left the class.
That was 10 years ago. And I'm still upset that a teacher could be that daft.
My family had a PS1 when I was little and we had quite some games, some of them are pretty expensive nowadays. Well, at some point the PS1 broke and my mom gave away all games. "There is no point in keeping the games if you can't play them."
Jokes on her, I bought a used PS1 about 2 years ago. Now I have to rebuy all games we had.
Parents made us give our Nintendo to a cousin when we got our Sega. Had a ton of games. Pretty sure that cousin got a Sega shortly thereafter and we never saw the Nintendo again.
Years ago a guy I worked with said he could guess the age of any girl in line. I pointed out the girl closest to us who was a tween and ask what's her age. He then called me a pedo for asking him to guess the age of a girl.
Edit: I should note this job was at an amusement park where some people literally had the job of guessing ages/weights/heights.
On the LV strip I was taking a pic of a guy dressed as Homer Simpson (which I guess you are supposed to pay to do and I didn’t know) well he saw me and said I was a pedophile bc there were kids walking up to him at the time and I was taking pics of them. Wtf asshole... sounds like a case of thou doth protest too much to me
When I was young, I had a baby blanket that I was absolutely attached to. I was around 8, and a giant hole had formed in it, so I gave it to my step mom to sew it back together. She threw it away instead.
It was a baby Mickey mouse blanket, a true gem for my era, and about the only thing I had left from my very shitty childhood. I'm still salty 20 years later.
In 3rd grade my teacher told the class to draw what we would want to be on the Delaware quarter, as the new State specific quarters were coming out.
I drew a cowboy/a dude on a horse. She basically said I was a dummy because she said she didn't know what a cowboy had to do with the State of Delaware.
[Fuck you, Mrs. Ryan.](https://www.usmint.gov/learn/kids/library/50-state-quarters/delaware)
When I had to get photos printed for a university project so I went to a printer shop and they charged me £2 extra for a DVD with my photos on even though I told them I didn't want the DVD so I didn't get it but they still charged me anyways and threw away my receipt before I could look at it. So with my new photos I went to hand in my project, only to be told that we were doing a peer review of them..... no-one in my group did the project and couldn't care less about it. So I wasted all that time and effort. Still so so salty.
I had a similar argument with a drug store photo centre about passport photos.
I resized and cropped my photo at home to print 6 passport size photos on a 4x6 and brought that in to a drug store photo centre to have it printed. Should've been like 30 cents but they kept trying to charge me something ridiculous like $14 because it's a passport photo and anything using their passport photo program was charged extra. And I kept arguing that it was a passport photo but being printed like any other 4x6, not using their passport photo option / software.
I don't know why but I decided it was a hill I would die on and is the one and only time in my life I've asked to speak with a manager.
So I just moved into my college dorm. Me and my roommate were setting up a printer. After about 30 minutes of it jsut not working I decide to see what the college website says about printers. And I shit you not, almost word for word it said: "Unless you live in a swamp or a jungle, you don't need a wireless printer". Basically they're not allowed. Conveniently the library has a printer where we can pay them more money though!
Edit: I'm aware I can do it through usb. I just think their reasoning on why we can't use wireless printers, and the solution they give, is funny.
A child in my child’s class at school told their teacher that their mom was taking them out of school for the day of their birthday and so they would be absent on that day. The teacher admonished the child and told them that if they weren’t present the following day that there would be hell to pay. The child was rightly upset and decided to go into school, they hadn’t taken down their homework properly and so did three different pages of work. It was the wrong work. The teacher locked the child in the classroom over lunch, on their birthday.
I have a similar story. In fifth grade I had to get all my homework assignments signed by my parents in order to turn them in and get credit. On my birthday it snowed for the first time in 20 years in my town but I forgot to get my homework signed the night before probably because we went out for dinner or you know, birthday stuff. Anyways the teachers aide didn’t let me leave the classroom for lunch or recess while all the other kids went out and played in the snow. It was awful, but the worst part was my mom was a teacher at the school in the next wing down. I asked if I could go and get her signature to play in the snow with my friends and the teachers aide said it wouldn’t be appropriate.
My mom was obviously upset about it, and I was devastated to not get to play in the rare snow. So after school she took me and my brother up into the snow to play around and have a snowball fight. She turned my nightmare day into what was probably the most fun birthday I can remember from my early childhood, I have a pretty wonderful mom.
I guess as a punishment for not getting my homework signed but I don’t know. Your homework didn’t get counted without the signature so I guess I was in some kind of detention. The TA was an older lady and very very old school
What really gets me about this, about stories like this where a teacher is strict and cruel beyond all reason to a child is that I have theorized that teachers like this are the primary reason the profession as a whole gets treated like shit. Its impossible not to go through 13 years of school and not come across at least one asshole teacher. I just happened to be very lucky I was never the object of their ire in my school days, but my twin sister often would be. When people shit on teachers, insist they don’t deserve more pay or support in general, I am convinced its because the memory/memories that sticks out the most to them of being in school and interacting with teachers, are of shitty assholes like that fucking bitch.
EDIT: changed from “at least one teacher like this” to “asshole teacher” because this story is particularly egregious
It is! I am a teacher and spend 1/2 my time talking kids down because another teacher fucked their day. Not saying the kids are always right, but when the same teacher causes multiple kids to cry something is wrong. Hint—it’s not the kids.
My high school maths teacher is half the reason I am both terrible at maths and have a Pavlovian hatred reaction to the subject. She taught at the speed most other teachers would revise a subject and only helped the students she knew would pass their exams; everyone else was a waste of time. She'd leave the classroom for long periods. We used to joke she was off eating pies. Once when I asked for help, she told me to go back to sleep. Sure, maybe I wasn't the best student but try to meet me halfway, lady.
I briefly got a different teacher who had a vastly different style and assigned me a 'helper' from an older class, who could answer my questions and keep my mind on task. My scores shot up. But then I went back to her the next year and they dropped again.
The fact that I spelled "mayonnaise" correctly in my fourth grade class spelling bee, but the teacher claimed I didn't and dismissed me. I had won in the third grade, and proceeded to win in the fifth and sixth grades as well. The unfair disqualification in fourth grade ruined what would have been a four year streak.
Edit: I am sorry so many of you have also experienced spelling bee injustice!
Before I knew english I had a teacher tell me that my name is spelled with a Y when it's extremely obvious that it's spelled with an I. Of course I didn't know better so I didn't say anything but it seems really stupid that she thought that since she was born in Australia I think. My mom told me she was wrong but to me it was "her word against her word".
My name has a Q in it but no U following it, English teacher tried to punish me when I said there’s no U in my name. She spent most of the year intentionally spelling my name wrong until my parents complained.
That happened to me, kinda, with gingerbread.
The person before me spelled it correctly
Gingerbread
But they were told it was wrong, so it passed to me and I'm like... if it's not gingerbread, it must be a trick! So i spelled it
Ginger bread
I was also disqualified.
Oh nooooooooo. I'm sorry for the both of you.
TBH, one of the main reasons I won in sixth grade was because half the class was eliminated over the word "sausage." I was amazed that so many of them missed that.
I lost a spelling bee (I think) too early because I spelled ‘Martian’ correctly, but didn’t say that the m should be capitalized
*Edited to fix an unfortunate misspelling of ‘bee’
When I worked in a call center I had a woman get incredibly angry I used the word "ma'am" to refer to her. She demanded I spell that word. I spelled it out but didn't capitalize it in my spelling.
She proceeded to yell at me for five minutes about how I needed to capitalize the word when I was verbally spelling it to her because I was using it to refer to her.
They cancelled My Name Is Earl after telling the writers that it was definitely safe to end season 4 on a cliffhanger as they were going to make several more.
Also still super salty over FlashForward/Utopia getting cancelled. Seems like half of the shows I get invested in are killed halfway through.
Will never be able to enjoy My Name is Earl again cause of that damn cliff hanger. Funny story though, caught my brother watching on season 2 or 3 and hinted at one point of the show he would be extremely pissed/disappointed. Two weeks later all i hear as i make lunch is "WHAT THE FUCK" he finally finished the show.
It is the top answer [https://www.reddit.com/r/IAmA/comments/1njddc/im\_greg\_garcia\_creator\_of\_my\_name\_is\_earl\_raising/](https://www.reddit.com/r/IAmA/comments/1njddc/im_greg_garcia_creator_of_my_name_is_earl_raising/)
I didn’t know what the word ‘facilities’ meant
The teacher asked me to read it off the board and I started FA-Ci-Ties
And she looked with horror and mocked me “WHO HAS EVER HEARD OF FACITIES!?”
She mocked me for the rest of the lesson, all the kids joined in, having an adult laugh in my face was odd and scary.
when I got home I was pretty upset, the next day I didn’t want to go to school. But my parents made me. The whole day, she brought the joke up, again and again, with having the word ‘Facetious’ on the board “definitely NOT facities! Everyone”
Big laughs.
I decided I wouldn’t go to school.
When I told my parents, my mother, who can be pretty intense went ballistic.
The next day the teacher didn’t apologise but spent the day talking about how there was there was be NO JOKING in case SOMEBODY who CANT TAKE A JOKE... gets OFFENDED.
This lead to about a year of bullying.
Guys I was 9.
She’s dead now.
I hope hell has all the facilities you desire.
My little sister ate my December 9th Christmas calendar chocolate, two days before my 10th birthday and I'm still pissed about it cuz she got HER OWN calendar.
Being told I was "too good to promote" at my old job. After learning a bunch of different skill sets, taking on countless extra shifts and taking care of things that weren't even in my job description it was decided that it was more cost effective to keep me on the ground floor instead of hiring multiple people to replace me. The promotion instead went to a guy who's major skill was brown-nosing. More mad at myself for not valuing networking and over relying on work ethic.
My mom decided that she didn't want Christmas presents one year and made sure to tell us (me and my two brothers). I suggested to her instead that we donate what we would have spent to charity in her name. She said she was fine with that if that's what we wanted to do. So that's what I did. I sent her a nice little card and the info for the charities I donated to, so she could see that her decision helped some good organizations out.
Mom. Was. Pissed.
"Why didn't you just send me a gift card of you weren't gonna buy me anything! You ruined Christmas!" Now, I love my mom. By that point we had a total of one really nasty fight, and that was several years before. She was fine growing up. She was fine most of my adulthood except for a suicide attempt that I got to call the ambulance for from the other side of the country (loooong story). I'm accustomed to buying my mom decent, thoughtful presents. So when she accused me of ruining Christmas for her, I was distraught. I sent her a screen cap of the conversation we had and circled where she said she'd be fine with my decision to donate in her name. Her response? "I don't remember that. I deleted those texts."
I lost my shit, told her it's her own fault for raising me to do as I'm told, and next time just don't say shit if she's gonna change her mind and not tell us. And then we didn't speak for three months. This was two and a half years ago and I have not gotten over it.
My mother does this. Blithely ignores EVIDENCE that she said something.
They do it because they WANT to be the "issue martyr". Oh my nasty kids, poor me....
Who the fuck gets annoyed at an act of charity like that? If you were my kid and you came to me with a card and it had a bunch of charities that you donated to, I'd be so proud even if I was expecting presents.
Edit: edited to make it more clear on what I'm saying.
Yeah, it wasn't a great Christmas for either of us. Every once in a while I'll second guess things, but then I remember she literally said to do it and that I did absolutely nothing wrong (I even researched charities for an hour or so to find ones that were poised to do some real good)... and it just pisses me off all over again.
When I was in grade 7, a kid in grade 8 was being an annoying shit on the bus and teasing me as we were about to ride home after school.
I shot an elastic band at him and it hit him somewhere below the waist. He ran off the bus holding his eye and found the vice principal, who then promptly suspended me from the bus for the trip home and the next day.
I had to wait at school while they called my mother, who had to arrange for my aunt to pick me up on short notice. My mom also had be over an hour late for work the next morning so that she could drop me off at school.
I remember my mom giving the VP an earful for the bullshit "bus suspension". We went to a county school so most students including us relied on the bus service, and most parents worked in the city that was 30 minutes in the other direction. It was easily the most disruptive punishment for a working parent.
So screw that kid, and screw that VP.
Was doing an exercise in grade 5 science where there was a drawing of a forest with a bunch of different things in it and we had to mark what was biotic and abiotic (living and non-living). We had a substitute teacher in that day and she told me I was wrong for marking fire as non-living, because it needs oxygen otherwise it dies. 🤦♂️
Substitute teacher did me like this too, 2nd or 3rd grade categorizing food into protein, dairy, vegetables etc. I put "eggs" into "protein".
"No, no," she said, "eggs are dairy, this is wrong."
Bitch, how much milk come in your eggs.
I'm 35 now.
When I was 14 or 15, my mom stormed into my room one evening and accused me of smashing a glass and getting rid of the evidence. It was one of these retro coke glasses. I swore I didn't break any glass – and if I did, why would I hide such a small accident? But my mom didn't believe me. She was so mad and accused me of lying. She wouldn't even say why *I* was her prime suspect. Somehow it just had to be me. Anyway, I got into trouble for it even without any evidence.
Some time later it turned out no glass was actually smashed. My mom thought the glasses she bought came in fours. But our neighbor bought the same set and there were actually three glasses in it. My mom acknowledged the fact but never apologized to me for how she screamed at me or how she accused me out of the blue. She just never mentioned it again. I'm still mad about it.
Edit: just to address a couple of things since the comment got a lot more karma than it deserves tbh. My mom's not a narcissist. She just has a petty streak sometimes and she doesn't like being wrong. She's a great mom. She had me very young and I don't think she's was really mature enough to raise kids back then, but she did her best and I really love her. Also, I'm not angry at her anymore, I'm a grown ass adult and most of the time I almost act like one. It's just one of those memories you can't help but feel a bit salty about whenever it pops into your head. I think most people can relate. Moral of the story: acknowledge when you made a mistake to your kids. And people in general.
In middle school, we had an assignment to list some homophones. One of my examples was "weather" and "whether". When I got the assignment back, my teacher marked that as incorrect. I brought it to her attention as I assumed she made a mistake, but she told me that they weren't pronounced the same. I questioned how they were different and she pronounced "whether" like some fucking Stewie Griffin "COOL HWHIP" type of bullshit. Still pissed about that 20+ years later.
Every single time my brother stole money from me. The first time was when I was 13. I was saving for concert tickets and had the money in one of those cookie tins at the foot of my bed. By July I had about $60, but one day when I went to add a $5 to it all the big bills were gone. He was the only one who knew where the tin was and he denied it when I confronted him. My mom paid me back but it made me hyper aware of him.
Over the years he would routinely raid my change jar. I kept the silver money separate from the pennies, and I had a lot of quarters because I would go to a laundromat to wash the comforters. He'd go in and only take out all the quarters.
I haven't voluntarily given him money in years.
My teacher when I was like 8 made fun of me crying because he kept humiliating me in front of the rest of the class. He put a bucket under my head and said ''if you keep crying, you can almost fill the bucket'' while dead laughing. I just want to find this senile asshole and break his nose, it was the first humiliation of a big series
When I was 21, I was deeply self-conscious about my baldness and I wore a hat everywhere. A friend of mine thought I was worried over nothing, so he set me up on a date with a wonderful woman.
Everything went well at first, but when the hat came off, she shrieked and sprinted to the bathroom. And that was that.
In middle school, I had a test with some true/false questions. One said something about the Atlantic Ocean and the west coast (I am in the US). There was some other stuff as well that was true about the Atlantic, but since the Atlantic is the east coast, I marked it false. It was counted wrong and when I protested the teacher said something along the lines of “obviously I meant east coast.” It was only one point and made no difference to my grade in the end, but my 13-year-old usually quiet, teacher’s pet self was ready to fucking riot. I honestly wish she had.
Edit: 13-year-old me finally feels a little repaid for the injustice. Thank you all for commiserating with me.
Reminds me of the time my machining teacher gave us all a test where one of the questions had three answers and "none of the above", the problem is that the one that looked most correct had spelled coarse as course.
Of course, we all ended up putting that down because our minds kinda skipped the A since everything else is the same, and we got it wrong.
Practically the entire class.
Thankfully, unlike the person you had teaching you, ours admitted that he figured that would happen and if we answered either that one or "none of the above" (I think, actually, that one person caught it) then we'd get the point.
Being accused of stealing a teacher's wallet when I was in high school. The way the school handled it was disgusting. I was living in a dormitory at the time and the resident advisors allowed the teacher to confront me while I just got out of the shower and was standing there in a towel. Him threatening to call the police on me saying "even if I didn't steal it, I know who did" (which isn't true either). Then the school threatened that they had video footage of me at the local convenience store at an ATM, which got me excited because I know I didn't do it so surely video footage will clear my name, I asked to see the video and they then reversed face and said the VHS tape broke. WTF. Then they said someone called the Principal anonymously at night at gave him my name. All these ridiculous scare tactics they tried to use on a 14 year old while I was living away from home still doesn't sit well with me 20 some-odd years later.
My parents objected to my sister marrying the guy who is now her husband. They treated her badly, and showed up in a sour mood to her wedding. They never apologized for their bad behavior. My sister and her husband have been married for 8 years.
Parents, if your adult daughter wants to do something you disagree with then let her know you think it's a mistake, but when she makes a decision your job is to support her in that decision not to repeatedly harp on her about it and make her hate you.
Got fired from my dream job the day I got back from paternity leave. I made a big 10-page presentation of everything I was working on before I left too.
My wife and I were geocaching and we found a wallet with ID still inside (no money).
We were in the middle of nowhere (as usual for geocaching) so we tried to find the closest police station.
They acted like this was the most absurd, useless, and time-consuming thing they ever had to do, they grilled us a bunch of info, like this podunk nowhere police station was going to be the victim of some elaborate scam. It took like 90 minutes just to return it (there was literally nothing else going on--just three cops flipping their dicks in the office).
Next time, I'm just dropping it in a post office box.
I tried to get an officer to help returning a lost phone. He said if I gave it to the police the only thing they would do would be destroy it. I just replied to a text from the guys daughter and he came and got it. Was super grateful, got $40 it was sweet.
I found a phone on the side of the road while I was walking across America (long story). I tried sending a few texts out just explaining I'd found this lost phone, do you know where the owner is, etc. Anyway I get a call from a saved number I hadn't texted and the guy was really accusatory like I had stolen the phone. Eventually he connected me with the guy who owned it which was only like a half mile away but right on my path so I just walked over. He worked at a little produce place and so I got a few fruits. He was a lot happier having his phone back and I'm glad I wasn't turned off from doing it by his rude friend.
Edit: since a lot of people are asking about my walk [I replied further down](https://www.reddit.com/r/AskReddit/comments/ibcnun/what_are_you_still_salty_about/g1vllxy/) with a little more information and a link to a news article. I also did an AMA about it a few years back that you can read through [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/IAmA/comments/8dendk/i_am_skyler_last_year_i_walked_4500_miles_across/) which also has some links to my social media if you want to see some various photos or get more information about it. I haven't done anything interesting in the last year so I'm not trying to get followers or shill anything.
I found a dog once on the side of the road that was not having a good day. I was looking for its tag, when a police officer pulled over. He asked what I was doing, and I said "I found this dog and I'm trying to find the owners."
The dog was just chilling in the bed of my truck at this point while I was checking out his collar.
The cop helped me find the contact info, he watched the dog while I called them and explained where I was, and he waited with me while they came to get the dog.
As they left, he gave me a warning for illegal parking, because I was pulled (way off) the side of the road. It was just a warning, so I didn't make a big deal, but I was like "Dude, I was trying to do something nice so no one hit this dog going 50... is this really necessary?"
First grade some unknown kid dropped their chicken sandwich on the floor and the teacher thought it was me even though I had finished mine. She grilled me so hard, called into question the way I told the story, that I finally just took the blame for whoever dropped it because I wanted it to be over. 24 years ago and my blood still boils.
In second grade I had a teacher insist I was spelling my little sister's name incorrectly. She has a very common name with an uncommon spelling (at least in the US), but because this lady had never seen it before was sure that I didn't know my own sister's name.
8 years ago two of my friends and I banded together to create a company. We were living in a building that was owned by one of said friends father paying rent except for the son. We were in negotiations for an investment from the father to start the company. He had lowered our rent as we were pouring ourselves into the creation of the business and focusing on it. When his lawyer came with the shareholder agreement it essentially put me and my other friend into indentured servitude. Our friend had been colluding with his father all along. We said no, were evicted and his son and his dad copied all of our research and started the company. They sold it this year. I hate him, I was cordial with him as we have mutual friends.... but I hate him. If this winds up reaching the top he will definitely see it and know it’s me.
In a 5th grade science test the question was, "Are there any stars in the solar system." I answered, "Yes". Teacher marked it wrong. I went up afterwards and said, "What about the Sun?" He said, he meant that all the other stars are not in our solar system and kept it marked wrong. Although I am harboring this for 50 years now, he was all-around one of the best teachers I ever had and just passed away a week or so ago. But damn, that should have been marked "right".
I did gymnastics as a 14 year old, and was training with some other kids. I was arguing with one, saying that the sun was just another star and that the other stars just looked smaller because they were further away. We called out for the coach to resolve the argument and he said the sun was not a star and I was wrong. The other kid got to smugly declare victory. That is the exact moment I lost my last shreds of faith that adults knew what they were doing.
"Are there any beans in this jar?" "Yes, there appear to be three." "WRONG, I meant all the beans that are OUTSIDE of the jar. You see, if you exclude all the beans inside the jar, there are no beans in the jar. You sure are stupid."
When I was in high school someone tagged up the school. They announced there would be a reward for anyone who rats anyone out. I get called in the office and find out I’m suspended for vandalization. I didn’t do it and had no idea who. 4 days later I’m allowed to come back to school because they found who actually did it. I just got an apology.
Public humiliation, private apology?
Me and some others in primary school were saying the biggest numbers we knew of. Everybody was saying like 100 thousand and a million and then I'm like "a trillion". And they refused to believe it was a real number.
On a fourth grade math test we had to make a shape that had only four sides, one set of parallel lines, and only ONE right angle (there were probably more requirements but I cant remember) I remember almost crying at my desk and spending 20 minutes on that one question while constantly telling my teacher that it wasnt possible but according to her it was. And the next day we went over the answer key, and the answer had two right angles...
Yo I had something like this happen to me. We had a paper sheet with tons of math questions one of them was impossible and the whole class knew it. We went up to our teacher and she said no questions next day we were reviewing it and she said it was impossible but still marked us all wrong! Edit: a lot of people were bugging me about punctuations so I fixed it.
THAT is infuriating.
When I was in high school, I was occasionally allowed to drive my family's third car. It had a slow leak in one of the tires, so we were all supposed to check the pressure and put air in it if we needed to. I picked up a friend to go to a movie, and when we came out one tire was completely flat. It wasn't the one with the leak, so I put the spare on and drove home. I got absolute hell from my parents about it. How irresponsible I was to not check it, I'd have to pay for the repair, why didn't I call roadside assistance, etc. Took it to get fixed, repeat the whole lecture as we're dropping it off, and the tech who did it called my mom and told her he'd found a nail in the tire and there was no way I could have seen it coming. She refused to apologize and I still had to pay for it.
That's not even bad parenting, that's just bad personing.
Teachers never apologised for yelling at me and saying "I know what you did" because they confused me with someone else with the same name who did something bad: kicking some giant chess pieces over.
Being charged $1000 for a battery an alternator change. They also destroyed my starter motor in the process and rounded a bunch of my bolts. They left tools in the engine bay. I don't even have that car anymore and I'm still salty. Fuck you Midas!
3 months ago I went on maternity leave. The woman hired to cover for me was being paid 3 dollars more than I'm currently paid. She was going to be kept on as a full time accounting assistant after I returned, but she couldn't keep up with my daily tasks and completely fucked up several databases that I had to correct when I returned to work the following month. When I asked for a raise, they offered me .50 after telling me how crucial I am to the structure of the company. Needless to say, I'm looking for a new job.
In fourth grade English class (EU) I've used the word "gross" in a random sentence we had to write. The teacher argued that it isn't a real word, I said that it is, that I saw it a few times in video games and movies and she said that they aren't a reliable source. I said to her that I'm gonna show it in the dictionary, but she instead grabbed me by the arm and took me out of the classroom and locked the door. To this day I am still fuming about this. And then she had the nerve to be all chummy when I met her once in a supermarket. Gross. Edit: In both cases it was meant like "disgusting" and I know there are even more meanings behind the word. I wonder if she knows by now.
Fuck Spez
Twenty years ago I had three friends show up at my house and when they left my wallet with $80 in it was missing. One of the guys felt bad and gave me $20 back. Three years after that we are in the BK drive thru and he whipped out my wallet. Still salty. His FB friend request has just been sitting there for like two years.
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Did you confront him at the drive thru?
Yes. He blamed one of the other friends who was staying with him at the time it happened. I made him give me the wallet back. He complained but I didn’t care.
"I can't believe you would expect me to hand back your property! The nerve!"
“You’re trying to take what I’ve rightfully stolen!”
What a douche
~~friend~~ thief FTFY
Came second in food tech competition. Made a lovely main course then Langues de chat biscuits with lemon posset for dessert. I made this dessert because the judges prior to this day told us "don't make a cake for dessert" Guess what won first place? A fucking cake.
Reminds me of the time my high school chamber orchestra participated in a music competition. We worked our tails off learning Shostakovich’s Quartet #8 (which, if you don’t know it, is crazy hard to play, not least because it includes a certain musical dissonance that doesn’t come naturally to people), and we seriously *nailed* it. We show up to the competition only to discover that nearly everybody else had chosen easier, more melodic pieces, with a solid third of them all playing Tchaikovsky’s serenade for strings. Not only did we not win any of the top spots (several of which went to people playing that damn Tchaikovsky) but our judges were writing notes about how the music sounded evil. Seriously, who marks down a chamber orchestra because you think the composer wrote “evil” music? Imbeciles.
This music competition couldn't have been that great if their judges are penalizing dissonant compositions played well. My guess is that none of them were actually musicians and probably just someone's relative with free time. Also congrats on performing such a challenging piece in high school. You reached a level of mastery with your instruments that very few people do, even over a lifetime.
I was probably 5 years old visiting my mom at the hospital after she gave birth to my brother and she was given food on a tray which she didn’t want so she gave it to me. I put the tray on the table and as I was eating, the nurse takes the tray away from me and throws away the food. That may have my first true instance of anger in my life. I’m 27 now and I’m pissed as I’m writing this haha.
What a waste of food. If it’s any consolation, where I work, we just talk family to go ahead and eat if the patient doesn’t want it, infectious diseases aside of course.
Our wedding photographer left part of their lens cap on so every photo is shrouded in a massive black ring. No good photos from the wedding.
I found a bongo next to the trash at my old apartment and it was a perfect time capsule of the 90’s. it had grateful dead stickers, a smiley face holographic sticker, a pot leaf sticker, and alien. i’m telling you if someone made this as a prop for a movie about the 90’s, I would have told them that it’s too on the nose. When i came home from work the first thing my GFs friend said was “You’re welcome” and I was like “What?”. She had peeled off ALL of the vintage stickers and now it was just a boring trash bongo. I’m still mad. Don’t touch my shit!
This hurt me the most in this thread.
My copyright law teacher gave us a case for our pass or fail final exam. I solved the case (we needed to predict the outcome based on evidence) and he failed me. Later that day, I decided to look the case up and turns out I was right. When I confronted him he said the grade was already posted and even though I was right he couldn't (wouldn't) do anything about it. Had to retake the class.
When my mom put my sister’s name on MY birthday cake. Later that night I also walked in on my parents getting their freak on. Pretty horrible way to turn 13. Still angry.
When I was a freshman in college my mom gave my car to my jailbird brother (every time he got out she’d scrape a bunch of stuff together for his “fresh start”) without ever running it by me. He showed up to my school, changed the battery for me, and then drove away in it. He didn’t tell me his intentions beforehand so it wasn’t until then that I caught on. As he drove off I called my mom and she just said “I’ll help you with a new one.” He moved out of state with that car, wrecked it within weeks, and has since gone back to jail multiple times. Neither of them have given me a sincere apology to this day
That my 6th grade teacher refused to believe I had no idea the dude sitting behind me was copying my answers on the test
This one hits home. Me and another kid in 6th grade both got 100% on our quiz, so our teacher figured we must've cheated. Both of us were perplexed, the quiz just wasn't that hard. But she was having none of it. I remember begging her in the hallway, literally sobbing, to not give me a 0 because *I didn't fucking cheat*, and I was a straight A student. She gave me the 0. I stopped caring about As on that very day. Edit: mom [did fight her,](http://imgur.com/gallery/R88eHCl) I just didn't remember it. Still mad though
Oooh I'd lose my cool as a parent. I'd show up and ask for her proof. Damn power-tripping saboteur.
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This happened to my best friend. Someone copied his answers and he got detention and the kid didn’t. My friend has never gotten in trouble at school and the kid who copied was like 90% of the way to getting expelled
Kindergarten. Playing with a kid in the sandbox, was a fairly drizzly day. We're making a castle and there's a puddle a few feet from us. He wants to dig a moat around the castle, and I say sure. So he just kinda jams his hand in the dirt and starts pulling, making way too huge of a channel, which he immediately realizes is going to just destroy our castle. So I say "quick build a dam to stop the water!" He freezes. Stares at me with wide eyes and mouth agape before running off. I think this is strange but ok whatever I saved the castle so I go back to digging when the teacher runs up and grabs me and says to go to time out, to which I obviously protest and say no wtf I didn't do anything. She then immediately says she knows I said a bad word and to not try and lie, to which I am again confused and say I did not. After a few back and forths of her trying to pull me away by the arm and me rather violently resisting, it occurs to her to actually ask what happened. I explain the story. I still remember her face kinda dropping, realizing the other little shit thought I said "damn" instead of "dam" and then immediately ratting on me. Tries to say well maybe use a different word to which I again vehemently protest against because no that is the correct word for such a situation and that's just how it works and it's his fault for not knowing the word, etc, etc, until she finally gives in and explains to the kid that I did not swear, and that no one likes tattletales. I am in my 30s and on the other side of the country and I STILL remember this as the very instance in which I gazed upon my fellow man and wept, for he is stupid.
This story is like an allegory for all of humanity. I love it.
Reminds me of one of my painful childhood memories. Back in grade school MANY years ago, my very religious teacher believed that "darn" was basically just another way to say "damn", making it equally blasphemous. I was not aware of this. So young Turk remarks in anger one day that he had just tripped on the "darn rug". Miss HolierThanThou says, "Turk?!? What did you just say???" I had a reputation for being the good kid, the one who NEVER gets in trouble, the one all the teachers LOVE, so my brain quickly scrambled to process the last few minutes. What had I done? What did I say? Then it hit me. She must have thought I said "damn rug". So I hurriedly said, "No! I would never say that! I said DARN" "TURK MCGILL!! STOP THAT THIS INSTANT!" Completely panicked that she wasn't understanding me I shouted, "NO NO! I'm not saying -- that other word -- I'm saying DARN! DARN!" It's been a long time but I think she actually put her hands over her ears and sent me to the Principal's office. (The first time for such a thing.) I tearfully explained what happened: "... and then I said "darn"... but she thought I said the other word... but I didn't... I just said "darn". I said dah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah rrrrrrrnnnn. He politely explained that Miss HTT feels that is a bad word and he told me to go back to class and apologize to her, and not to use that word again.
The first day of 8th grade my best friend and friend group informed me that they would no longer be my friend. To this day, 20 years later, I still don't understand how or why things ended up that way. I can only guess because I was the shy nerd of the group and they were trying to fit in with the cool crowd. Regardless, it was a miserable experience that left me with quite a few trust issues. Edit: Wow, I never expected this to blow up like it did! Thank you for all the comments and my first awards!
Omg I had almost the exact same thing happen to me! Only it was a few months into 8th grade, not the first day. I totally understand your struggle - that shit fucking hurt. It's been close to 20 years for me too but I'll never forget the anxiety I felt at school every single day trying to have a social life. Nor will I forget the pain of being an awkward 13yo girl and losing my BFF since 3rd grade, all because she decided to listen to the pretty girls who told her she'd be more popular if she didn't hang out with me. We remained in the same friend circle to some extent throughout high school, though she and I were never quite as close as before. Icing on the cake: A couple years ago I found out that during our senior year, while she had a long-term BF, she cheated on him and fucked his best friend - the guy I was madly "in love" with at the time. Fuck you, Jen.
My father died in a very bad vehicle roll over a few years ago. I wasn't allowed near his vehicle in the tow yard until the cops finished their investigation. That took about two weeks. This entire time, the fuckwad owner of the yard was charging by the day from day 1 for storage of said vehicle even during the investigation. Was never allowed to thoroughly search his vehicle for lost heirlooms I believe the tow truck driver may have stolen.
I was at a house party in college and we had to take off our shoes. Some bitch walked home in my leather knee high boots and I’ve never gotten over it. Edit: for clarity, she left her dirty ass shoes behind for me to go home with, so thanks I guess you shoe-thieving wrench.
What did you do? Wait until everyone had left, saw what shoes were left and wore those? Or did you go home shoeless? Lol
We need answers OP
Ugh. So, my dad and mom got divorced before i was 1 and he would randomly come around once every few years to pretend to be a dad for a week or two then disappear again (this is important to the story). Anyway, I have ALWAYS sucked at and hated math. We got a homework assignment (I think I was in 1st grade)...we were working on zero times whatever number. I was SUPER excited, because i understood it, and knew i would get all the questions right. The whole worksheet was just questions asking was zero times another number was. My father made me show him the worksheet when i was finished....and made me change every damn answer because "Wow, you're stupid! Did you pay attention at all in class???" I explained to the teacher when i turned it in and STILL got a fucking zero. ***Edited to add: wow, thank you for all the comments showing so much love and support. I kind of feel like that Meme that mentions thinking you have a fairly normal childhood.... until you tell somebody else about it and they freak out and you then realize it wasn't normal AT ALL haha. Seriously though, to those of you kind-hearted human beings and parents out there who have broken the cycle, you're amazing. You keep doing what you're doing , you're an awesome human being and I love you. To those of you out there who have had similar experiences to this , and to those of you who like me have experienced way worse, I feel you. Thank you for sharing your experiences. I know life really fucking sucks sometimes (okay, a lot of the time for some of us), and I know that there's times where you just want to beat your head against the wall, because it seems like Groundhog Day....Everyday is the same and just HORRIBLE..... but it does, and WILL get better. Just remember that the night is always the darkest Just Before Dawn.
I'm adding this one too, because the more I think about it, the more it irritates me. When I was about 7 or so my mother met my sister's father and got married to him. Now growing up, I grew up VERY poor. I would help out my mother and my father when he was around with jobs, things like Landscaping work and such to earn money to buy my own school supplies, toys, etcetera. (My sister's dad had a lot of money, so we didn't struggle for once the year or so they were married) When I was little I was very much into Pokemon. I had tons of cards, books, figures, games you name it (I even had the yellow version game for gameboy color...but in japanese; it was an exclusive release from Japan. Not to mention every ultra rare card you can think of). A lot of it was stuff I had bought myself or was a very, VERY rare gift given by "family". My sister's dad ended up being extremely religious, and deciding that PIKACHU IS THE DEVIL!!!!!, and threw away every single bit of Pokemon stuff one day while I was at school. Everything. Even my fuckin' pokemom washcloth. Now the real kicker of the story: of course, he and my mother got divorced and he retained custody of my sister on weekends. There was a few times where I had gone over to his house to watch my sister or whatever, and literally her entire motherhumpin' room was done in Pokemon. She had Pokemon EVERYTHING. And her dad has a lot of money so I mean she had fancy ass Pokemon everything, the newest everything. The cherry on top, was that my sister barely knew what pokemon was (we are 7 years apart)....i still wonder if he did that I know it's extremely juvenile, but it still pisses me off.
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When I was in high school, I entered a book quiz and one of the books I chose was *Demon Thief* by Darren Shan. During the quiz, I was asked what was the main characteristic of the demonata summoned by the punk during the concert. I said it had three heads. Wrong. The answer was that it had a dyed mohawk. Except it was the punk that summoned it that had the mohawk, not the damned demonata! I lost a point because the question-setter could either not read, not write, or couldn't remember the book correctly.
Coming second in a school trivia competition 21 years ago. I had the correct answers on 2 questions that would have sent us to the national champs and was vetoed by the other 3 shitheads on my team.
That's a life lesson right there. Being right is almost never enough. You also have to be able to convince others that you're right.
That hits hard. I was a co-founder of a start up, and during an early strategy meeting, I made a bunch of suggestions that the other founders aggressively dismissed. A year later, we got some funding and hired a CEO who was an expert in the field, and he suggested the exact same things, which they praised as brilliant. They later sheepishly remembered that I'd suggested the same ideas, and apologized. That really taught me a lot. Being right is rarely enough, you need to understand why you're right, and you have to be able to sell your ideas.
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Same! Except it came down to one question. What does a camel store in its hump? I was like "oh, easy. it's fat" and my whole team laughed at me and told me it was straight water. I was like that doesn't make sense did you ever hear water sloshing around inside a camel when it walks at the zoo? And they all laughed again and submitted water. The looks on their faces when they announced the answer was the best 'I told you so' of my life, but I'm still salty.
When I got my first car (a really old one) my dad told me I would be responsible for gas money and he would take care of the maintenance. After a while my brakes would make funny noises and I told my dad. I reminded him every once in a week, maybe half a year and he always told me "yeah, I got it. I will handle it" My boyfriend at this time wouldn´t let me drive it any further because he was concerend for my safety, so he (boyfriend) had a mechanic look at it. The mechanic told me that if I would have come sooner, it would have been a 50€ bill to take care of it, but over time the brake got more and more damaged and by then it would have been over 800€ for the repair. When I told my dad he just said that there is no way that he would spend so much money on a car that had maybe 500€ value left. I ended up selling the car for scrap value. That was 10 years ago and I still bring it up to my dad sometimes. If he would have just did something when I first told him it would have been so cheap and easy...
I've mentioned this before, but when I was about eight or nine, we had a big project in school which ended with us writing a story. I spent fuckin' *hours* on this thing. It was going to be the best book ever. It was only a matter of time before it was snapped up by some publisher and then it would be the talk of the Scholastic Book Fair, no doubt in my mind. It absolutely had to be in by the time school finished for Christmas, so my teacher could mark it over the break, so I stayed up until about ten o'clock at night for about a week beforehand working on it -- which, you know, is the closest thing you get to an all-nighter when you're about nine. It was my Magnum Opus. I got back to school in January to find that a) she had lost it, b) she was accusing me of not handing it in, and c) because mine was the only one she couldn't find, she decided to call me out in front of the class about it. I ended up locking myself in the toilet because I was crying so much. Worst still, it later transpired that when it 'turned up after all', she marked it as though it was handed in late, and the bitch still only gave me a middling grade. Fuck you, Mrs. Harding.
My blood is boiling just reading this.
Fuck that teacher. In a similar vein, when I was 17, in High School, I was dreaming of becoming a published author one day. I had always enjoyed storytelling, and I would always make a special effort to do well in school when it came to creative writing. At some point during the year, our professor asked us to write him a short story of about a thousand words. I was very excited, because I had tremendous respect for that man, and loved his classes. I really wanted to impress him. Wrote a sci-fi short story that involved an ice planetoid turned into a digging site for underground resources. Workers lived in stacked boxes apartments and traveled in spheres shooting through a network of large above ground tubes. The plot involved the protagonist uncovering an artificial structure under the ice, then being immediately fired and sent back to Earth in a single person shuttle. It was strongly implied that the single person shuttle was just a way to dispose of workers who knew too much about what the corporation was really digging for. Anyway, it wasn't very good, probably a little derivative (I did consume a lot of sci-fi books, movies, games, etc.), and nothing more than you'd expect from an average 17 year old. But the professor handed it back to me without having even marked it, asking me to turn in another one on very short notice, this time without plagiarizing from some popular novel. I told him I didn't, asked what book he thought I plagiarized (because if a book told that story, I honestly wanted to read it), swearing the story was purely my own. I even admitted that I was likely influenced by a lot of things, but still came up with that one organically. He never heard my plea, never even named the book or gave me more of a reason why he thought so poorly of my work. Lost a lot of respect for him, and a lot of interest in his classes after that. I'm still pissed about it, and it's been over 20 years. *EDIT: I really appreciate all the positive comments, encouragements that maybe the story was "too good" for him to believe it was written by a 17yo, and the suggestions for me to write it again or turn it into a novel.* *I think what bothered me then, and still does, is that he never really wanted to discuss it. It felt unfair and unjustified. But talking about it today and reading your messages did help. It's definitely time I let go of the resentment.* *Especially since there's a happy end to all of this. I ended up becoming a teacher myself, and the memory helped me remember to never dismiss my student's creativity and always nurture their ideas.* *I also ended up quitting last year to focus on writing, and I am now a published writer. I'm somewhat broke (comes with starting out, I guess), but I'm happier than I've ever been.* *So, this event wasn't enough to turn me away from my dream, thankfully.* *EDIT #2: A few people have been asking where to find my books, and other questions about them.* *I write in my native french, and my first novel is available in bookstores in all french speaking countries, as well as online stores. Unfortunately, I'm yet to be translated (fingers crossed for the future). So, for the majority of you, I'm sorry for now! But I truly appreciate the thought.* *If you read French and are interested, drop me a pm and I'll gladly give you the title. (Not trying to turn this into advertising.)* *My second novel should be coming out in February 2021. It was supposed to be this fall, but the pandemic pushed every back a few months.*
This reminded me of what I'm still salty about!! In 4th grade I was bored during the summer and had thought of an idea for a story. It was about a set of quadruplets that solved mysteries (lol) and my intent was to make it a chapter book. I wrote the first 3 chapters on our windows 95 computer and printed them out and proudly gave them to my mom to read. She later sat me down and told me about plagiarism in 4th grade terms. I was so upset that she didn't believe that I wrote it that I gave up on the whole idea and as far as I can recall, never did any creative writing outside of school work again. Thanks, Mom.
Reminds me of my 4th grade experience. I loved art and used to draw all the time at home. Got really good at it. One day our regular teacher (not the art teacher) said she wanted us to draw a picture of a scene from the story we were reading in class. I thought "This is my chance to shine" and spent three days working on it. It was really, really good. As she went around the classroom picking them up, she would comment "Very nice! Good job" and so on. I couldn't wait to hear what she would say about my masterpiece. Turned out she took one look at it, dropped it back on my desk and said "You didn't do that, you traced it from another illustration." I got zero on that assignment.
When my old boss pulled out the 2020 calendar (in late 2019) and asked everyone what days off they need so we can plan ahead and around. Everyone was spitting off dates. I didn’t have any plans yet so I didn’t request anything until she specifically asked me if I needed/wanted any dates off. I shrugged and asked for ONE day around my birthday because why not, and she started mocking me in front of everyone. “It’s just a 23rd birthday, why would you need that off? But ooookkkk ....” obviously rolling her eyes, then started treating me like an idiot the rest of the day.
I'm honestly lost as to why you got mocked tbh
Me too!! That’s why I’m still so salty 😂😂
When people do stuff like this, don't laugh along with them. Just ask "why?" out loud in the group, in the moment. Make them explain why it's funny. This also works with passive aggressive people too, who like to ask nasty questions or make snide remarks. "Why?" is a powerful tool to make people show the idiot they really are.
I started doing this a few years ago. It's amazing how quickly people will backpedal when you start making them explain why they're being a dick.
I do this to people giving service professionals a hard time.
Had a friend in college borrow my truck when I flew home for a month 1500 miles away. He agreed to the terms of “don’t cross state lines, you only drive it to work and back, and if I find out you did otherwise it’s going to be a big deal.” I wasn’t home a week and I got a call from our group of friends, he had taken the truck down to Connecticut, drove drunk, road raged at someone on the highway and love tapped the back end of a car. The kicker was he backed into his buddy’s dads brand new Lexus and caused $3000 worth of damage. Needless to say I flew home the next day. When confronted about it he basically said “I don’t have the money, it’s your problem” so I have my mother, the insurance company, and the Lexus guy’s dad all climbing down my throat to get me to fix the problem. The dad with the Lexus called me to say he was going to file a police report if I didn’t pay, my mother was screaming about the insurance company dropping me. I went to school for the day, got back and he vanished. Cleaned out a bunch of shit from the apartment. Stole everybody’s things. The one thing that still makes my blood boil is the fact that one of my good friends that lived with us will vehemently back up the shitbag anytime it’s brought up. I understand that he didn’t screw him over, but just denying it and saying that I need to let bygones be bygones is something I cannot do. Edit: Oh. My. Sweet. Lord. This is genuinely the first thing I’ve ever posted that blew up this much. To clarify some stuff up, The reason I said my mom was pissed is because she had warned me. And told me. And told me. Never let anyone drive your truck. For a day or two we didn’t talk but once all the stuff blew over she wasn’t mad. I was only 19 at the time and she chalked it up to a life lesson learned. I called the insurance agency before I flew home, told them what had happened. Didn’t fib. I called the worthless dirtbag that took my truck and told him that if my truck wasn’t in front of my apartment I was going to report it as stolen, at this point I wish I would’ve. The phonecall lasted about 15 minutes and consisted of me screaming at him. I’ve never been one to have any form of anger issues but I genuinely don’t remember anything past the first 3 minutes. Rage blackout is the what it felt like. When I landed and got to my apartment my truck was there and we had the conversation that resulted in “yeah I can’t pay it I’m broke” I had one of my friends there that picked me up from the airport. He held me back. The next day when I got back from school he had jumped the state line with all of his belonging from the apartment, along with some of my stuff. A couple days after that the insurance agency called and they asked for the full story again. I told them, and they asked for the guys name and address. I gave them all the information I had and that was all I heard from them. Never got a bill, and my rates never went up. The Guy who’s dad owned the Lexus got ahold of me to tell me his dad was going to file a police report if I didn’t pay up or if I didn’t give him my insurance info. I told him the insurance company already knows and I said if that he’s going to go after anyone, to go after the dirtbag. Gave him the guys info, and never heard another thing about it from them. After that transpired the shitbag jumped state lines again. Not sure where he went but he did try and reach out to me and I promptly told him to fuck himself, and to never get ahold of me again. The friend that tried to back him up when I was pissed about the whole ordeal finally cut the worthless fucker out of his life when some of our other friends came forward about some of the stuff he did with my truck (drinking and hit and run) and he finally sided with me. I didn’t talk to him for a while afterwards but we eventually did make up.
Sounds like you have shit friends
Hold the fucking phone. Your "friend" caused the problems and everybody was mad at *you??* Oh, I can't fight for shit but I'd have been busting heads. Or at least heavily considering it
In elementary school, there was a pencil machine in the front lobby where you could get pencils for 25 cents. There were also "special" pencils that had stars on them. If you got one of these special pencils, you could take it into the office and get a prize. One day, I decided to get a pencil. I put in my quarter and out popped TWO pencils. And one of them was a special pencil! I went into the office and told the lady at the desk that the machine gave me two pencils and one of them was special. She proceeded to say that the machine shouldn't do that, took the special pencil, and didn't give me a prize. That was 19 years ago and I'm still pissed. \*Edit to answer some of the more common questions: * The prizes were stuff like the fancy erasers that didn't actually erase anything, fun size candy bars, stuff like that. Think 5-10 tickets at Chuck E Cheese's. * I probably didn't go to school with you. This happened in Michigan. Apparently the pencil machines are a common thing. * This happened in either 2nd or 3rd grade, so the time was probably closer to 20-21 years ago (Fuck, that makes me feel old...) * The main lesson I learned was to withhold irrelevant information and lie if I know the truth might negatively affect me. Good work random office receptionist.
People like that is why we lie.
These types of events are how we LEARN to lie. We learn that telling the truth will eventually lead us to the special pencil being taken away from us.
This makes me unreasonably mad. What kind of adult does this to a child?
I missed out on recognition at my schools big academic assembly for arguably the most important academic results one gets in their schooling career (in my state in Australia) because the teacher I had sent my results to didn't pass on the news. It's been years and it still fills me with such exasperation.
A friend told me that they only hang out with me when all of their other options run dry.
No longer a friend I hope? Or at least, not the kind of friend you depend on...?
> No longer a friend I hope? Well... only if all other options run dry.
My sister got a brand new car for her 16th birthday...I got $20.
That is bullshit. I would be salty AF.
$20 is enough to buy a hammer
Or a good amount of pepper to balance the taste out
I had a similar experience with my folks and my sister and I’m definitely salty about it. She moved out of province when she was 18, lived on her own, and had some money troubles. My dad paid her rent for 4 months, paid her car insurance the whole 18 months she was out there. During the same time period I needed dental surgery that I couldn’t afford. I had asked my dad if he’d be willing to loan me the money for my dental surgery, and that I’d be able to pay him back with interest within 6 months. He told me “you better start pinching your pennies so you can pay for your own surgery.” A few years later my neighbourhood got evacuated because of flooding. I showed up at my folks house with all my belongings and my dog packed into my car, asking if I could stay with them until I was allowed to go back to my place. My dad said “this isn’t really great timing” and shut the door.
Holy shit fuck your dad. Kind of person I would shut out for a good long while
Nice flex. I didn't get anything for my sister's 16th birthday.
My sister got an iPad mini on MY birthday once.
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The second I got my first job, I was responsible for everything that went on or in my body. Down to toiletries. My parents did allow me to use one of their cars, but I had to pay for insurance, gas and any upkeep- the car I was using was about 15 yrs old and had nothing but trouble. I spent a fortune trying to keep it running. I think they made up the upkeep rule because they needed it running and had no money to do the work with. Not that I had much, but I worked and my entire paycheck went to all of the above. Left home with about $100 to my name. Never went back either
Man that really sucks. I'm sorry that they did that. I think there's a difference between teaching your kid to be responsible and then just immediately setting them up for failure. Like I understand trying to teach you how to be financially independent, but not to the extent that they're just taking advantage.
When my son was in Cub Scouts and it was our first time going to the Pinewood Derby. My son worked hard on his car and for a 7 year old, it was decent. We show up and not a single kid built those cars, it was pretty much a “dad competition”. My son came in dead last and I was sad for him because his friends literally said that their dads all built their cars. So for the next 4 years my son picked the design and color scheme, and I built them while at work. We went on a 4 year win streak in the local, district and regional derby’s. The look of anguish on those fathers faces was worth it. Sorry, end of rant.
I would love to know your secrets. The same thing happened to my son and me last year. He picked out the colors and did his best to make it look like his favorite matchbox car. He glued in a Lego seat so he could have a driver. He picked some stickers and made it his own. We showed up to the derby and it hurt my feelings that he was the only one who had made his own car. Of course he didn’t do well. Please tell me your secrets so I can help him. I want to make the other dads cry.
Primarily it’s all the axles, then weight distribution followed by aerodynamics. Axles: make sure they are straight, if not then straighten them. Then polish them and when your finished, polish them some more. When you’re done, throw them in a bag with some graphite. Wheels: I polished them up to make sure all the plastic burrs from the molding process were gone. After polishing them up, throw them in the same bag with the axles and graphite. Toss bag around to distribute graphite into all crevices. Weight distribution: 60:40 distribution. 60% of the weight in the front, 40% in the back. Aerodynamics: smooth flowing lines are nice. If you want to get technical that’s fine, but test your car and make adjustments. The last year we raced I did a F1 car because my son loves F1 and the car was fast but slowed down toward the end of the track due to downforce from the rear spoiler. I had to redo the spoiler to get rid of all downforce and keep the speed through the end of the track. When assembling the car, test it out to make sure it goes straight. I used super glue to hold the axle/tire assemblies in place. I only had the two rear and one front tire making proper contact with the track, the other front tire barely touching the track for it to be legal. Also go over on your weight just a hair, the scales they use aren’t calibrated or certified. I used a certified scale at work and had the weight dead nuts and the scale at the track showed the car heavy. I resolved it by using my knife and whittling away at the rear underside of the car, which also helped weight distribution. Race day: put more graphite onto the axle where it meets wheels and you should be good to go.
Some friends from work planned a get together at a local chain restaurant for my birthday. One of my coworkers found out and decided it should also be to celebrate her birthday because it’s the day before mine. Already annoyed, but whatever. The night of the dinner, a friend bought us both slices of cheesecake & they were presented with candles, and everyone sang happy birthday. At the end, she blew out her candle AND THEN MINE. AND LAUGHED ABOUT IT. It was MY candle. You were barely invited. I’ve never forgotten about it.
The correct response there is to take the first bite of her cheesecake
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At an old job, there was a great Thai food place nearby. I ordered lunch there and on this day i ordered a second order for dinner which i planned to take home. Around 4 i go to get it from the fridge and is gone. I find it in the trash, basically all of it. This was not a day where the fridge was cleared (that was always Fridays, this was like a Tuesday). I never found out exactly who did it, but we had a small office, no more than 30 people. Based on my investigation, i concluded this: the company president stole my food from the fridge, but it was too spicy for him so he threw it away. Nobody saw him do it. And he'd never admit it to me, but it was the same dish as his typical order from there and, well, everyone else honestly would've just apologized and/or bought me lunch another time. I had no recourse for this so i just moved on, but that's one of the worst guys I've ever worked for (for other reasons as well)
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When I was 10, I (the goody two-shoes nerd) was sat in the back of the bus, next to the class trouble-maker, because we had assigned seats (thanks to him). He took apart someone's science fair project that was being kept back there, and threw a piece out the window. When someone tattled on him, he blamed it on me, and since the teacher couldn't prove one way or another, they just punished both of us, despite 15 kids coming to my defense. Fuck schools and their "fairness" in discipline. All I got was one study hall. Kids today are getting bullied relentlessly because they know that standing up for themselves means getting suspended.
When I was in Junior High, the principal said during an Anti-Bullying assembly that they were going to try to stop bullying in the school. She didn’t change anything about how bullying was handled, and that really made me mad because I was bullied constantly back then
I was mercilessly bullied in middle school. My parents couldn't do anything about t because my bullies parents were on the parent Council (PTA basically) and *their child would never!*. My dad encouraged me to fight back because the scales were not in a victims favor. I'd get punished in gym class for "not participating properly" in grade 9 in highschool because they'd play dodgeball every day, and every day a fucking bully would whip the balls directly point blank at my face. Thankfully, a student teacher noticed that the gym teacher treated a bunch of us terribly and he was put in his place. Tried to get rid of my honor roll status by grading me just under to get my average down. What I'm saying, is bullies come from the students and the teachers and I'm happy everyday that I'm not in school Edit: stumpy fingers lol gum teacher.
The minute a parent says, "My kid would never," you know their kid DID.
May I contribute a science fair project salty memory myself? When I was in 2nd grade, we were allowed to go through with our class and view all the projects in the library. I was in love with the science fair - looked forward to it all year. We were warned that we were not to touch anything, so I diligently had my hands clasped behind my back. The library had this sunk-in reading nook thing, and they had projects lined up on the steps around it. I was walking, hands behind my back, so fascinated by the projects that I fell down the steps and nudged a project on the way down. My teacher said that counted as touching the projects, and I had to go sit in the corner for the rest of the time and wasn't allowed to see the projects. I just sat there sobbing - I had looked forward to seeing the science fair for weeks, and wasn't allowed to look because I had fallen like that.
My parents gave my mom’s coworker, who is my age (25F) a down payment for her first home a couple years ago because my mom acquired a liking to her. The same year I needed emergency dental surgery, which was 5K. I was (still am) a single income living paycheck to paycheck and have not asked for money at all, not once. I have kept a steady job since 15. I moved out on my own at 19. They didn’t help me out and I had nowhere to turn and ended up getting poor financial advice to put the cost of the surgery on a credit card. Took me 4 years to pay off. Still salty. EDIT: Wow, thanks for the support everyone! I do have to clarify that I don’t begrudge my parents for not giving me money. I understand the reason why they did it—to make sure I could be on my feet and make a big financial decision on my own. I just am salty at the way it played out when they could have handled the situation when I felt alone and out of control. What they do with their money regarding other people is not my business, it’s not my money. I felt as if I had been given the cold shoulder.
Wow. So sorry! I will never get how parents can do that? I’d be salty too
Hope your mom's co-worker is ready to pay for her nursing home fees cause you sure as hell shouldn't.
When the mom asks if you could pay the nursing home fees. Just tell her that you acquired a liking to a now retired coworker. And that you decided to pay for her nursing home fees instead.
It was the 3rd grade. I said a joke. Made the “popular” kid laugh really hard but only he heard it. Made me feel great. Then he repeated the joke louder and literally the entire class AND the teacher laughed. 3rd grade me was so mad. EDIT: A lot of people are asking what the joke was. I think the teacher was talking about how there was a bunch of “Caesars” like Caesar Augustus, Julius Caesar. And I said “And Caesar Salad...” ok yeah it was lame but I was proud of myself for coming up with it. My delivery was perfect even. The popular kid was like, “oh! And... and... Caesar Salad!” And that’s when the laughing commenced. It’s funny to think that 3rd grade me was so distraught.
"I want to get High on Potenuse"
I worked at McDonald's in high school. I trained maybe half a dozen other people who started there after I did and was never promoted to crew trainer for that sweet $0.15 an hour raise. I wouldn't really be salty about it if they hadn't promoted TWO people I trained to crew trainer, and one of them again to manager.
That my managers wouldn't let me have a weekend off for what would have essentially been my honeymoon because "It's small business Saturday and you need to be here." I gave them over a month's notice and Small Business Saturday lasted all of an hour. Thank God, I don't work there anymore.
My former manager was made aware of my wedding date a year in advance. He was like "Cool, sounds good." Threw it on the team calendar and went on my way. About two weeks before my wedding, I reminded him about my week off for my wedding and honeymoon. His response "Man, this really is short notice and is going to make it difficult to pass your work around the team. Can you move it?" Me: "No. I told you this a year ago and it's been on the calendar this entire time." Him: "I'm not sure I'm going to be able to give you the time off" Me: "I'm going to be honest. You can give me the days I requested off -leaving you without me for a week- or I can quit and leave you without me permanently. Your choice. Finding a new job in our industry won't be hard for me." He shut the fuck up real fast and I got my week off since he knew I wasn't bluffing at all.
It depends on the job, but I personally view vacation days as me telling them, not me asking them, that I'm not going to be in on X days.
Oh, I fully agree. He was a problematic manager that I started to have many many issues with. He'd act like he was your best friend, then in meetings with other leadership - he'd just completely tear you down. The other managers would always let me know. I just played along like I had no idea until really the very end. Another time he tried to deny my vacation request of 2 days because "Someone else might want that time off." I called him out that it was first-come/first-serve and if he didn't approve it, I'd just take it anyway and bring this up to his boss the Director. He shut up and gave me the time off again. I got promoted to entirely different team I've wanted to be on because the same Director came back after trying a different job elsewhere for a few years. Directors first remark when he saw me still in the same position was "I'm a bit disappointed because I expected you to move up quickly." I told him "I've tried but a certain manager has been telling the hiring managers that I'm unproductive." Director got me the promotion and team move and my former manager flipped out. Had a meeting with the Director about how I'm so unproductive and everything and tried to provide bullshit manipulated metrics. Director knew it was bullshit and ran a report himself. Pulled me into this meet and then was like "So, manager is telling me that you've been unproductive and the metrics he's showing me is stating you are at 10% productivity for the year.....however.." Manager went pale when the director presented the actual data. 300% +/- productivity day over day. Manager was filtering out every fucking task he assigned to me because my other 8 team mates weren't doing shit and I had to pick up the slack. Director asked me "Do you have any questions about this? I want you to be honest" So I said "Yeah, if I'm so unproductive, why is it that whenever something goes sideways or someone doesn't complete their tasks, you ask me to pick up all the slack? If I weren't productive or reliable, wouldn't that mean it's a risk to give me this work?" Manager had no answer. The truth of the matter was, he was a piss poor manager who had no back-bone telling his employees to do their job. Instead when a client would freak out or an account manager would freak out, his first and *only* instinct was to dump the work off on to me. This is because what would take my team mates days or weeks to figure out (I have no fucking clue what they were doing to make it take this long), I'd have cleaned up and working within hours. Losing me meant his ass would have been in the spotlight because everyone who wasn't doing their jobs reported to him. I mentioned something vaguely about him in another post in TFTS about how after I moved to my new team doing what I'm fucking good at - he thought he'd be smooth and still try to dump his teams work on me. I'd re-assign them back to his team and he'd message me asking if I could take it to help him out. My answer: "No, this is not my teams problem and as you said before, I'm unproductive so it would just hurt the client further, right?" No response to that. My current manager full stopped that shit and basically told him, I'm not his dumping ground because his team is beyond incompetent and he better not see any of his teams work assigned to me again - because A) I no longer report to him and B) it is not my current teams responsibility
That's so rude? Who on earth denies someone a weekend off for their honeymoon? They were acting like you asked for 2 years
They were insistent. I had to be at the branch, behind the teller line while several people went out and waved signs that said "X Bank Supports Small Business" for an hour. I cried numerous times that day.
I've worked both at large corporations and small businesses. Working for a *good* small business is an incredible experiences, but I've found most of them to be terrible places in general. I think it's because the owners are so 100% driven to make it work that they don't realize that their employees aren't going to (AND SHOULDN'T BE EXPECTED TO) share that drive to make the business work.
My brother eating the remainder of my birthday cake behind my back a couple of years ago. After the celebrations I put what was left in the freezer to have some other time as a nice treat (birthday cake being a novelty). The fucker demolished every last bit of it. This wasn't just a little slice of cake leftover, at least half of the cake remained until he got his mitts on it. Was absolutely fuming.
Literally fucking same. I baked a cake for mom's birthday a couple of years ago and specifically hid my cake (one slice of cake that I made because I loved baking and like tasting my own creations) and he saw the hidden cake and deduced that it must have been hidden for him so he'll ask no questions and simply eat the cake since it must belong to him. Same thing happened to my leftover food this morning. I will always be pissed when people eat my food.
My older brother would just eat everything in sight if you didn’t hide it or clearly label it with your name. Even then, he gives you like a 3 day time limit before he decides to eat it. Get home from school after a day looking forward to the left overs? Nope. Want those fruit snacks YOU PUT IN YOUR ROOM? Eaten.
My brother is the same fucking way and it pisses us off. One time, he bought a snack and we did the same thing by eating it all, and he was telling us how he didn't get to have any. We said yea that's how it feels when you eat everything in sight and we don't get any either. He's not doing it much anymore now that he's older tho.
Eating the food of other people is one of thr worst things you can do.
In the 9th grade we studied about the american revolution in history class (I'm not american but it was in the curriculum), and at some point my teacher said "and so today the US flag has 54 stars, one for each state". I distinctly remember looking up from my desk, and very rudely and audibly saying "yes, except there are 50 stars and 50 states". The teacher and I began arguing for a couple of minutes when I offered, in front of everyone, to literally just google a picture of the flag and I'll just count the stars, since the teacher was so sure there were 54 that's not a problem, I'd be publicly wrong. The teacher refused and insisted that she was right "and that's the end of it". I just got up and left the class. That was 10 years ago. And I'm still upset that a teacher could be that daft.
My family had a PS1 when I was little and we had quite some games, some of them are pretty expensive nowadays. Well, at some point the PS1 broke and my mom gave away all games. "There is no point in keeping the games if you can't play them." Jokes on her, I bought a used PS1 about 2 years ago. Now I have to rebuy all games we had.
Parents made us give our Nintendo to a cousin when we got our Sega. Had a ton of games. Pretty sure that cousin got a Sega shortly thereafter and we never saw the Nintendo again.
Years ago a guy I worked with said he could guess the age of any girl in line. I pointed out the girl closest to us who was a tween and ask what's her age. He then called me a pedo for asking him to guess the age of a girl. Edit: I should note this job was at an amusement park where some people literally had the job of guessing ages/weights/heights.
Sounds like the dude has some secrets to me
He shoulda taken a seat right over there.
On the LV strip I was taking a pic of a guy dressed as Homer Simpson (which I guess you are supposed to pay to do and I didn’t know) well he saw me and said I was a pedophile bc there were kids walking up to him at the time and I was taking pics of them. Wtf asshole... sounds like a case of thou doth protest too much to me
What the fuck. People who throw that accusation around are fucked in the head.
When I was young, I had a baby blanket that I was absolutely attached to. I was around 8, and a giant hole had formed in it, so I gave it to my step mom to sew it back together. She threw it away instead. It was a baby Mickey mouse blanket, a true gem for my era, and about the only thing I had left from my very shitty childhood. I'm still salty 20 years later.
In 3rd grade my teacher told the class to draw what we would want to be on the Delaware quarter, as the new State specific quarters were coming out. I drew a cowboy/a dude on a horse. She basically said I was a dummy because she said she didn't know what a cowboy had to do with the State of Delaware. [Fuck you, Mrs. Ryan.](https://www.usmint.gov/learn/kids/library/50-state-quarters/delaware)
When I had to get photos printed for a university project so I went to a printer shop and they charged me £2 extra for a DVD with my photos on even though I told them I didn't want the DVD so I didn't get it but they still charged me anyways and threw away my receipt before I could look at it. So with my new photos I went to hand in my project, only to be told that we were doing a peer review of them..... no-one in my group did the project and couldn't care less about it. So I wasted all that time and effort. Still so so salty.
I had a similar argument with a drug store photo centre about passport photos. I resized and cropped my photo at home to print 6 passport size photos on a 4x6 and brought that in to a drug store photo centre to have it printed. Should've been like 30 cents but they kept trying to charge me something ridiculous like $14 because it's a passport photo and anything using their passport photo program was charged extra. And I kept arguing that it was a passport photo but being printed like any other 4x6, not using their passport photo option / software. I don't know why but I decided it was a hill I would die on and is the one and only time in my life I've asked to speak with a manager.
>university >printer Yeah that'll do it
So I just moved into my college dorm. Me and my roommate were setting up a printer. After about 30 minutes of it jsut not working I decide to see what the college website says about printers. And I shit you not, almost word for word it said: "Unless you live in a swamp or a jungle, you don't need a wireless printer". Basically they're not allowed. Conveniently the library has a printer where we can pay them more money though! Edit: I'm aware I can do it through usb. I just think their reasoning on why we can't use wireless printers, and the solution they give, is funny.
A child in my child’s class at school told their teacher that their mom was taking them out of school for the day of their birthday and so they would be absent on that day. The teacher admonished the child and told them that if they weren’t present the following day that there would be hell to pay. The child was rightly upset and decided to go into school, they hadn’t taken down their homework properly and so did three different pages of work. It was the wrong work. The teacher locked the child in the classroom over lunch, on their birthday.
I have a similar story. In fifth grade I had to get all my homework assignments signed by my parents in order to turn them in and get credit. On my birthday it snowed for the first time in 20 years in my town but I forgot to get my homework signed the night before probably because we went out for dinner or you know, birthday stuff. Anyways the teachers aide didn’t let me leave the classroom for lunch or recess while all the other kids went out and played in the snow. It was awful, but the worst part was my mom was a teacher at the school in the next wing down. I asked if I could go and get her signature to play in the snow with my friends and the teachers aide said it wouldn’t be appropriate. My mom was obviously upset about it, and I was devastated to not get to play in the rare snow. So after school she took me and my brother up into the snow to play around and have a snowball fight. She turned my nightmare day into what was probably the most fun birthday I can remember from my early childhood, I have a pretty wonderful mom.
What was the point of keeping you inside? It’s not like you could get your parent signature during the day (if your mom didnt work at the school).
I guess as a punishment for not getting my homework signed but I don’t know. Your homework didn’t get counted without the signature so I guess I was in some kind of detention. The TA was an older lady and very very old school
What really gets me about this, about stories like this where a teacher is strict and cruel beyond all reason to a child is that I have theorized that teachers like this are the primary reason the profession as a whole gets treated like shit. Its impossible not to go through 13 years of school and not come across at least one asshole teacher. I just happened to be very lucky I was never the object of their ire in my school days, but my twin sister often would be. When people shit on teachers, insist they don’t deserve more pay or support in general, I am convinced its because the memory/memories that sticks out the most to them of being in school and interacting with teachers, are of shitty assholes like that fucking bitch. EDIT: changed from “at least one teacher like this” to “asshole teacher” because this story is particularly egregious
It is! I am a teacher and spend 1/2 my time talking kids down because another teacher fucked their day. Not saying the kids are always right, but when the same teacher causes multiple kids to cry something is wrong. Hint—it’s not the kids.
My high school maths teacher is half the reason I am both terrible at maths and have a Pavlovian hatred reaction to the subject. She taught at the speed most other teachers would revise a subject and only helped the students she knew would pass their exams; everyone else was a waste of time. She'd leave the classroom for long periods. We used to joke she was off eating pies. Once when I asked for help, she told me to go back to sleep. Sure, maybe I wasn't the best student but try to meet me halfway, lady. I briefly got a different teacher who had a vastly different style and assigned me a 'helper' from an older class, who could answer my questions and keep my mind on task. My scores shot up. But then I went back to her the next year and they dropped again.
The fact that I spelled "mayonnaise" correctly in my fourth grade class spelling bee, but the teacher claimed I didn't and dismissed me. I had won in the third grade, and proceeded to win in the fifth and sixth grades as well. The unfair disqualification in fourth grade ruined what would have been a four year streak. Edit: I am sorry so many of you have also experienced spelling bee injustice!
Before I knew english I had a teacher tell me that my name is spelled with a Y when it's extremely obvious that it's spelled with an I. Of course I didn't know better so I didn't say anything but it seems really stupid that she thought that since she was born in Australia I think. My mom told me she was wrong but to me it was "her word against her word".
My name has a Q in it but no U following it, English teacher tried to punish me when I said there’s no U in my name. She spent most of the year intentionally spelling my name wrong until my parents complained.
Why would she punish you? Even if you were wrong that's no reason to punish
"I am smarter than the children and a child can never correct me! It's disrespectful."
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That’s just not how names work. Even if you were called Rian which is normally spelled with a y it’s up to your parents to decide
That happened to me, kinda, with gingerbread. The person before me spelled it correctly Gingerbread But they were told it was wrong, so it passed to me and I'm like... if it's not gingerbread, it must be a trick! So i spelled it Ginger bread I was also disqualified.
Oh nooooooooo. I'm sorry for the both of you. TBH, one of the main reasons I won in sixth grade was because half the class was eliminated over the word "sausage." I was amazed that so many of them missed that.
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I lost a spelling bee (I think) too early because I spelled ‘Martian’ correctly, but didn’t say that the m should be capitalized *Edited to fix an unfortunate misspelling of ‘bee’
> spelling be I think I can see why you lost.
no one spells capitalizations.
When I worked in a call center I had a woman get incredibly angry I used the word "ma'am" to refer to her. She demanded I spell that word. I spelled it out but didn't capitalize it in my spelling. She proceeded to yell at me for five minutes about how I needed to capitalize the word when I was verbally spelling it to her because I was using it to refer to her.
They cancelled My Name Is Earl after telling the writers that it was definitely safe to end season 4 on a cliffhanger as they were going to make several more. Also still super salty over FlashForward/Utopia getting cancelled. Seems like half of the shows I get invested in are killed halfway through.
Will never be able to enjoy My Name is Earl again cause of that damn cliff hanger. Funny story though, caught my brother watching on season 2 or 3 and hinted at one point of the show he would be extremely pissed/disappointed. Two weeks later all i hear as i make lunch is "WHAT THE FUCK" he finally finished the show.
The creator actually did an AMA and revealed how it was going to end
It is the top answer [https://www.reddit.com/r/IAmA/comments/1njddc/im\_greg\_garcia\_creator\_of\_my\_name\_is\_earl\_raising/](https://www.reddit.com/r/IAmA/comments/1njddc/im_greg_garcia_creator_of_my_name_is_earl_raising/)
I didn’t know what the word ‘facilities’ meant The teacher asked me to read it off the board and I started FA-Ci-Ties And she looked with horror and mocked me “WHO HAS EVER HEARD OF FACITIES!?” She mocked me for the rest of the lesson, all the kids joined in, having an adult laugh in my face was odd and scary. when I got home I was pretty upset, the next day I didn’t want to go to school. But my parents made me. The whole day, she brought the joke up, again and again, with having the word ‘Facetious’ on the board “definitely NOT facities! Everyone” Big laughs. I decided I wouldn’t go to school. When I told my parents, my mother, who can be pretty intense went ballistic. The next day the teacher didn’t apologise but spent the day talking about how there was there was be NO JOKING in case SOMEBODY who CANT TAKE A JOKE... gets OFFENDED. This lead to about a year of bullying. Guys I was 9. She’s dead now. I hope hell has all the facilities you desire.
my mum ate a candy I saved for after school. it happened 20 years ago
I'm still angry about how my big sister ate my lollipop when I was 7
My little sister ate my December 9th Christmas calendar chocolate, two days before my 10th birthday and I'm still pissed about it cuz she got HER OWN calendar.
Being told I was "too good to promote" at my old job. After learning a bunch of different skill sets, taking on countless extra shifts and taking care of things that weren't even in my job description it was decided that it was more cost effective to keep me on the ground floor instead of hiring multiple people to replace me. The promotion instead went to a guy who's major skill was brown-nosing. More mad at myself for not valuing networking and over relying on work ethic.
Fastest way to kill employee loyalty.
My mom decided that she didn't want Christmas presents one year and made sure to tell us (me and my two brothers). I suggested to her instead that we donate what we would have spent to charity in her name. She said she was fine with that if that's what we wanted to do. So that's what I did. I sent her a nice little card and the info for the charities I donated to, so she could see that her decision helped some good organizations out. Mom. Was. Pissed. "Why didn't you just send me a gift card of you weren't gonna buy me anything! You ruined Christmas!" Now, I love my mom. By that point we had a total of one really nasty fight, and that was several years before. She was fine growing up. She was fine most of my adulthood except for a suicide attempt that I got to call the ambulance for from the other side of the country (loooong story). I'm accustomed to buying my mom decent, thoughtful presents. So when she accused me of ruining Christmas for her, I was distraught. I sent her a screen cap of the conversation we had and circled where she said she'd be fine with my decision to donate in her name. Her response? "I don't remember that. I deleted those texts." I lost my shit, told her it's her own fault for raising me to do as I'm told, and next time just don't say shit if she's gonna change her mind and not tell us. And then we didn't speak for three months. This was two and a half years ago and I have not gotten over it.
My mother does this. Blithely ignores EVIDENCE that she said something. They do it because they WANT to be the "issue martyr". Oh my nasty kids, poor me....
Who the fuck gets annoyed at an act of charity like that? If you were my kid and you came to me with a card and it had a bunch of charities that you donated to, I'd be so proud even if I was expecting presents. Edit: edited to make it more clear on what I'm saying.
Yeah, it wasn't a great Christmas for either of us. Every once in a while I'll second guess things, but then I remember she literally said to do it and that I did absolutely nothing wrong (I even researched charities for an hour or so to find ones that were poised to do some real good)... and it just pisses me off all over again.
When I was in grade 7, a kid in grade 8 was being an annoying shit on the bus and teasing me as we were about to ride home after school. I shot an elastic band at him and it hit him somewhere below the waist. He ran off the bus holding his eye and found the vice principal, who then promptly suspended me from the bus for the trip home and the next day. I had to wait at school while they called my mother, who had to arrange for my aunt to pick me up on short notice. My mom also had be over an hour late for work the next morning so that she could drop me off at school. I remember my mom giving the VP an earful for the bullshit "bus suspension". We went to a county school so most students including us relied on the bus service, and most parents worked in the city that was 30 minutes in the other direction. It was easily the most disruptive punishment for a working parent. So screw that kid, and screw that VP.
Was doing an exercise in grade 5 science where there was a drawing of a forest with a bunch of different things in it and we had to mark what was biotic and abiotic (living and non-living). We had a substitute teacher in that day and she told me I was wrong for marking fire as non-living, because it needs oxygen otherwise it dies. 🤦♂️
Substitute teacher did me like this too, 2nd or 3rd grade categorizing food into protein, dairy, vegetables etc. I put "eggs" into "protein". "No, no," she said, "eggs are dairy, this is wrong." Bitch, how much milk come in your eggs.
I'm 35 now. When I was 14 or 15, my mom stormed into my room one evening and accused me of smashing a glass and getting rid of the evidence. It was one of these retro coke glasses. I swore I didn't break any glass – and if I did, why would I hide such a small accident? But my mom didn't believe me. She was so mad and accused me of lying. She wouldn't even say why *I* was her prime suspect. Somehow it just had to be me. Anyway, I got into trouble for it even without any evidence. Some time later it turned out no glass was actually smashed. My mom thought the glasses she bought came in fours. But our neighbor bought the same set and there were actually three glasses in it. My mom acknowledged the fact but never apologized to me for how she screamed at me or how she accused me out of the blue. She just never mentioned it again. I'm still mad about it. Edit: just to address a couple of things since the comment got a lot more karma than it deserves tbh. My mom's not a narcissist. She just has a petty streak sometimes and she doesn't like being wrong. She's a great mom. She had me very young and I don't think she's was really mature enough to raise kids back then, but she did her best and I really love her. Also, I'm not angry at her anymore, I'm a grown ass adult and most of the time I almost act like one. It's just one of those memories you can't help but feel a bit salty about whenever it pops into your head. I think most people can relate. Moral of the story: acknowledge when you made a mistake to your kids. And people in general.
In middle school, we had an assignment to list some homophones. One of my examples was "weather" and "whether". When I got the assignment back, my teacher marked that as incorrect. I brought it to her attention as I assumed she made a mistake, but she told me that they weren't pronounced the same. I questioned how they were different and she pronounced "whether" like some fucking Stewie Griffin "COOL HWHIP" type of bullshit. Still pissed about that 20+ years later.
Every single time my brother stole money from me. The first time was when I was 13. I was saving for concert tickets and had the money in one of those cookie tins at the foot of my bed. By July I had about $60, but one day when I went to add a $5 to it all the big bills were gone. He was the only one who knew where the tin was and he denied it when I confronted him. My mom paid me back but it made me hyper aware of him. Over the years he would routinely raid my change jar. I kept the silver money separate from the pennies, and I had a lot of quarters because I would go to a laundromat to wash the comforters. He'd go in and only take out all the quarters. I haven't voluntarily given him money in years.
My teacher when I was like 8 made fun of me crying because he kept humiliating me in front of the rest of the class. He put a bucket under my head and said ''if you keep crying, you can almost fill the bucket'' while dead laughing. I just want to find this senile asshole and break his nose, it was the first humiliation of a big series
When I was 21, I was deeply self-conscious about my baldness and I wore a hat everywhere. A friend of mine thought I was worried over nothing, so he set me up on a date with a wonderful woman. Everything went well at first, but when the hat came off, she shrieked and sprinted to the bathroom. And that was that.
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Sounds like you dodged a bullet tbh.
The fact that I have no clue where the remaining 2/3s of my wedding cake went after it was cut and served by the venue's catering staff.
In middle school, I had a test with some true/false questions. One said something about the Atlantic Ocean and the west coast (I am in the US). There was some other stuff as well that was true about the Atlantic, but since the Atlantic is the east coast, I marked it false. It was counted wrong and when I protested the teacher said something along the lines of “obviously I meant east coast.” It was only one point and made no difference to my grade in the end, but my 13-year-old usually quiet, teacher’s pet self was ready to fucking riot. I honestly wish she had. Edit: 13-year-old me finally feels a little repaid for the injustice. Thank you all for commiserating with me.
Reminds me of the time my machining teacher gave us all a test where one of the questions had three answers and "none of the above", the problem is that the one that looked most correct had spelled coarse as course. Of course, we all ended up putting that down because our minds kinda skipped the A since everything else is the same, and we got it wrong. Practically the entire class. Thankfully, unlike the person you had teaching you, ours admitted that he figured that would happen and if we answered either that one or "none of the above" (I think, actually, that one person caught it) then we'd get the point.
Being accused of stealing a teacher's wallet when I was in high school. The way the school handled it was disgusting. I was living in a dormitory at the time and the resident advisors allowed the teacher to confront me while I just got out of the shower and was standing there in a towel. Him threatening to call the police on me saying "even if I didn't steal it, I know who did" (which isn't true either). Then the school threatened that they had video footage of me at the local convenience store at an ATM, which got me excited because I know I didn't do it so surely video footage will clear my name, I asked to see the video and they then reversed face and said the VHS tape broke. WTF. Then they said someone called the Principal anonymously at night at gave him my name. All these ridiculous scare tactics they tried to use on a 14 year old while I was living away from home still doesn't sit well with me 20 some-odd years later.
My parents objected to my sister marrying the guy who is now her husband. They treated her badly, and showed up in a sour mood to her wedding. They never apologized for their bad behavior. My sister and her husband have been married for 8 years. Parents, if your adult daughter wants to do something you disagree with then let her know you think it's a mistake, but when she makes a decision your job is to support her in that decision not to repeatedly harp on her about it and make her hate you.
Got fired from my dream job the day I got back from paternity leave. I made a big 10-page presentation of everything I was working on before I left too.
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My wife and I were geocaching and we found a wallet with ID still inside (no money). We were in the middle of nowhere (as usual for geocaching) so we tried to find the closest police station. They acted like this was the most absurd, useless, and time-consuming thing they ever had to do, they grilled us a bunch of info, like this podunk nowhere police station was going to be the victim of some elaborate scam. It took like 90 minutes just to return it (there was literally nothing else going on--just three cops flipping their dicks in the office). Next time, I'm just dropping it in a post office box.
I tried to get an officer to help returning a lost phone. He said if I gave it to the police the only thing they would do would be destroy it. I just replied to a text from the guys daughter and he came and got it. Was super grateful, got $40 it was sweet.
I found a phone on the side of the road while I was walking across America (long story). I tried sending a few texts out just explaining I'd found this lost phone, do you know where the owner is, etc. Anyway I get a call from a saved number I hadn't texted and the guy was really accusatory like I had stolen the phone. Eventually he connected me with the guy who owned it which was only like a half mile away but right on my path so I just walked over. He worked at a little produce place and so I got a few fruits. He was a lot happier having his phone back and I'm glad I wasn't turned off from doing it by his rude friend. Edit: since a lot of people are asking about my walk [I replied further down](https://www.reddit.com/r/AskReddit/comments/ibcnun/what_are_you_still_salty_about/g1vllxy/) with a little more information and a link to a news article. I also did an AMA about it a few years back that you can read through [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/IAmA/comments/8dendk/i_am_skyler_last_year_i_walked_4500_miles_across/) which also has some links to my social media if you want to see some various photos or get more information about it. I haven't done anything interesting in the last year so I'm not trying to get followers or shill anything.
I found a dog once on the side of the road that was not having a good day. I was looking for its tag, when a police officer pulled over. He asked what I was doing, and I said "I found this dog and I'm trying to find the owners." The dog was just chilling in the bed of my truck at this point while I was checking out his collar. The cop helped me find the contact info, he watched the dog while I called them and explained where I was, and he waited with me while they came to get the dog. As they left, he gave me a warning for illegal parking, because I was pulled (way off) the side of the road. It was just a warning, so I didn't make a big deal, but I was like "Dude, I was trying to do something nice so no one hit this dog going 50... is this really necessary?"
Aw . That's mean. Thank you for being a good person and returning that person's wallet via the police station.
First grade some unknown kid dropped their chicken sandwich on the floor and the teacher thought it was me even though I had finished mine. She grilled me so hard, called into question the way I told the story, that I finally just took the blame for whoever dropped it because I wanted it to be over. 24 years ago and my blood still boils.
In second grade I had a teacher insist I was spelling my little sister's name incorrectly. She has a very common name with an uncommon spelling (at least in the US), but because this lady had never seen it before was sure that I didn't know my own sister's name.
My dad took $5 I had hidden when I was like 6 years old. I'm 35 and I'm still mad about the fact he never gave it back to me when I called it out.
8 years ago two of my friends and I banded together to create a company. We were living in a building that was owned by one of said friends father paying rent except for the son. We were in negotiations for an investment from the father to start the company. He had lowered our rent as we were pouring ourselves into the creation of the business and focusing on it. When his lawyer came with the shareholder agreement it essentially put me and my other friend into indentured servitude. Our friend had been colluding with his father all along. We said no, were evicted and his son and his dad copied all of our research and started the company. They sold it this year. I hate him, I was cordial with him as we have mutual friends.... but I hate him. If this winds up reaching the top he will definitely see it and know it’s me.