I got into a horrible explosive argument with someone from my past. We both parted on bad terms. Then I found out years later that this person passed away. I wasn't sure how to react. I'm sorry about that now. It's too late for me. The best advice I have for people out there is this. Talk it out and try to come to an understanding, even if you don't really like each other. Life is very short.
every time I see grown adults tell fart jokes out loud in public. How old are you people??? Fart jokes are the lowest form of comedy. In fact, they're not funny at all. It's more about shock value. and they belong in kindergarten. Have some self respect and grow up.
Okay. You probably think I'm annoying. You probably think I'm crazy. Let me be blunt. If you do not want to hear anymore complaints, then do better. You need to do a better job at training your staff so that way they'll know how to talk to customers. If your staff are having an "off day", then send them home. Don't come into work. And by the way, don't ever call me a "Karen." Drop the whole "Karen" moniker already. It's getting old and juvenile. Either call someone by their real name or use your own name instead.
I don't have enough tattoos & piercings.....nor enough black clothing.
Taking time away. I imagine it’s like going on a cleanse from my environment and the things in my daily life. How does it feel thinking about coming back? And where would I rather be?
We worked in same dept and I fell in love with him. He said no thanks and I moved on. It down-spiraled into evil when a jealous old man supervisor sexually harassed me to push me out. the company did nothing and it was swept under the rug. When I lawyered up I was retaliated against. The ripple effect was horrible and non-stop, my 15 year old daughter was driven out of my home because I couldn't deal and took it out on her. I relapsed. I'm suicidal and confrontational. I'm a single mum and sole provider for two teens, no support from their father or the Gov. I broke my hands working for less than industry standard and was close to bankruptcy.
The sexual harassment I can deal with, that old man is a joke and everyone knows it. The stress trauma on my kids, we can deal with, we love each other and don't fuss, but, I fear my daughter is gone for good and that really kills me, that she can't get past my negative environment at the time, she can't forgive me for a temporary lapse of calm gentle mum while I was processing the comapny's denial of sexual harassment by a supervisor. The worst part for me was when my old crush from work ghosted me. The man led me on and on and on. I confess, I loved working with him. I didn't need to be fake, I didn't need to talk, everything came natural. Even when he told me no, it was cool. I'm a big girl, I can handle rejection. But what's with the ghosting? Changed his number, didn't answer work emails, wouldn't talk to me when we crossed paths. I finally just started doing 180's and going another route if I would see him. When you are a man and you light up when a woman you like is around, give her closure when you decide she's not for you. Be a man and just tell her to move on, that you can't do it (with her!). People cry for real human experience and interactions, and then they ghost like it's something to do. Godammit, I will not let this clusterfuck experience turn me into an emotionless psychopath. I know I'm attractive and feel eyes on me all the time, I turn and look and behold! Another Mr. Right!
I'm done with their toxicity. My brother has abused since we were kids (he now has kids of his own I'm sure he abuses) and my family ignores it. They keep saying he's not the same person yet it was only a month ago he called me a "retard" and "psycho" because I called him out for taking his children (7 &6) to an anti-vax rally. Before the children's mother died she admitted to his abuse to me. Yet whenever I talk about this stuff my brother's done I'm the psycho one... According to my mother I'm living in the past and my brothers a different person now. Sorry if I just don't see it.
When some people bullied me at work, I called them out on their bad behavior. They ran straight for the hills when I threatened to call the Union. Lo and behold, it worked! Quite frankly, workplace bullies know that Unions will hold them accountable, which is why the word "Union" alone frightens them. Anytime, you're bullied at work, just use the Union tactic. Works like a charm!
how people used to say “like…” all the time? Now people use “literally…” several times ina sentence
Are you aware that Vancouver r primary care physicians who have full loads (not taking on patients in family practice) have 1200.wtf Canada bc and Vancouver. I’m embarrassed to be Canadian