Whatever, I don’t exist.
First I was asked politely to not swear, even if I was not a customer facing employee.
Second time I was cautioned was because I’d switched to swearing in another language. Manager thought it was hilarious, but they still knew I was swearing.
I spent the next five years being increasingly creative with how I swore. A temporary (and loud) revert to English swearing when I was in a workplace accident was kindly ignored due to circumstance.
There was no third warning.
ASKA, Satisfactory, and No Man’s Sky. Occasionally a bit of Pax Dei thrown in in case my building scratch is itchy.
Looks good!
I had the Odyssey (with overlays). Regret giving it to a collector before I moved continents, I’d love to get it hooked up and working!
A male staff member was yelling at and berating a female for god knows what. She was trying to get away from him, and he’d followed her around the office down the stairs and into the washroom.
She was the manager’s fiancee, and there were three witnesses. We were honestly worried for her safety and the receptionist was about to call 911.
Consequences for the abusive minidicked coworker? NONE.
I’m at the point where I no longer actively engage with hobby communities, I might join one and lurk (search for my answers without engaging the community). Unfortunately, they always seem to be cliquish, judgemental, and overly toxic, with moderation/admin who’s are either complicit or actively adding to the bad barrel.
Once in a while I find a gem worth engaging with, and it can turn a passing glance of an interest into something worth lifting up.
Shower the horse, ya bum.
(Ciao adios - Anne Marie)
A few. Most recent is my neighbour.
Don’t stress about it. There are plenty of professionals unclear of the concept of smooth.
I’ve just finished repairing the professional drywall plastering around our house, you could see the seams from every angle. I spent longer than I like to admit fixing those seams so they weren’t visible when we painted.
Worked every second or third day on any given wall, so I knew things were dry. Also life wouldn’t let me speed run the mudding and painting.
Happy with my newly painted wall, I’d laid tape out so I could paint the window trim and when I took off the tape, the original paint and plaster job that ran along the drywall seam came with it.
Took the putty knife and was able to flake off most of the seam.
I had to do the plastering and painting again, and by the time I’d finished redoing my work, I was ready to hunt down the tradies who did the work when the house was built and have a polite chat with them.
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Or driveways.
(Lost a good community in the aftermath, and at least one of the offensive accounts is still active!)
Had it for forty years, it was my CB radio call sign.
I go to a sports physiotherapy group. Much better results when the goal is to help me recover so I don’t need to come to them.
I used to see a chiro, stopped while I was pregnant after he ‘treated’ PGP. (I’m hypermobile, and pregnancy made everything ready to dislocate.) Daily pain went from 5/6 (manageable, barely) to a 9 and severe mobility limitations.
I was slowly moving, but able to move before that appointment. Could barely walk, and climbing stairs was not happening for months after.
A physio realigned everything, and I walked out of the first appointment and could take stairs again. Ended up at a specialist dealing with the aftermath of that chiros treatment.
Physiotherapy is my first stop now, and I will never set foot in a chiropractor’s office ever again.
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The year of exclusion and wanting to cease existing.
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In Australia, wall socket switches are pretty much standard. Couldn’t imagine going back to not having them.
Ours does this as well. I’ve resorted to physically unplugging it when not in use.
I’ve always added a carrot.