I guess you could say he was in time for work the next day.
Because he needed to urn it.
..I'll just pick it up as I go along.
I don't really know where else to post this. It's been pissing me off for weeks and I just want to get this off my chest.
My office opened back up this autumn, and I didn't (don't) have a vehicle right now because it was an unnecessary expense while I was trapped in my house for two years. So I turned to Uber.
In the course of a few weeks, I got the same driver a few times, and we got along. He seemed like a pretty chill dude, so I did Something Dumb ™ and asked if I could hire him privately, off of Uber, to be my weekday driver for a flat rate. It would work out for the both of us - the entire fare into his pocket and a convenient once-a-week payment for me.
It worked pretty okay at first. I quickly discovered that his favorite topic of conversation was himself and being his own cheerleader. Which is totally great!
Except any time I mentioned anything I had been doing, he had done it better, more often, more frequently, and did it cooler, too. I was tired from putting in a few extra hours at the office? Oh, he put in fifteen hours of overtime last week. Studying was overwhelming? He had to study so much more than me when he had been in school. It got to the point where I dreaded my morning commute because it was 45 minutes of hearing about how cool this dude thought he was while I inserted a 'yep' and 'that's wild' into the conversation occasionally.
So when my office announced that we were being sent back to work-from-home, I wasn't totally disappointed.
When I told him that I would have to terminate our working relationship because I no longer required his services, though, his disappointment was palpable.
He couldn't believe such fuckin' bullshit.
He thought that we had such a connection forming.
Which is such bullshit. I was a captive audience and he liked that he could monologue at me. He didn't know shit about me. That's not a connection. I don't even know what to call it. Projection, maybe?
So he asked me to go to karaoke with him but I made excuses. In fact, I said, "I really don't know, I'm so busy right now that I don't have time to really hang out after work. I'll let you know."
Not a no because, well, I was in his car and I was nervous, but definitely not a yes. And it wasn't a lie, either - I'm in a really intense training program right now and I put extra study time in after work. ^(He knew this, because when I mentioned that I was studying a lot, he used it as a conversation point about how he studied way harder than
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I am not the OP. Posted by u/TheAwesomeAustin in r/ProRevenge*. Original link* here.
Background:
I work as a sub-contractor for an actually licensed contractor for a reality company. Basically, the realty company buys houses, and the contractor tells us to go to the new address, and my coworkers and I flip the house and get it ready to be rented out. When I first started a job, it was a difficult transition considering I was a plumber previously but, eventually I became a valuable asset to Contractor’s company thus the realty company as well. The contractor was infamous for being a bit of an ass when it came to actual business and money. He was constantly yelling and screaming at the plumber, the painters, etc. about prices and how it took them too long and he wasn’t paying that much. Which I would understand if the yelling was actually warranted. When it became tax season, he gave everyone else a 1099 and then said he “lost” mine and got pissed off every time I asked about it. (If someone knows what I can do about that please let me know.)
This guy makes easily 2 million a year (so he says) so I don’t really think $100 off the price matters that much. Not enough to get into a screaming match and ruin relationships with the other sub-contractors. I have been working for him for about a year now at 16/hr. Not too bad for my area but, I make him a lot more a day than the $160 I make every 10-hour work day.
One day I asked him for a raise, which he laughs and shuts me down immediately. After that, I decide to work harder, get houses done faster, and show him that I deserve a raise. A few months later, I decide to ask for a raise again but not as directly. “How could I be more useful to the company? So, I can increase my productivity, and both of us can make more money?” He said, “Get a van and a trailer and then we can talk about more money,” in his normal gruff tone that says, “shut up and get back to work”. After that day, I worked side jobs here and there. Worked a lot later that I usually would, and even all throughout the weekend. Saving up as much money as possible. I sometimes wouldn’t eat some days just to save that little bit of money.
He loved how much I was getting done and I could practically see the dollar signs in his eyes when I told him all that I got done every day. Fin
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I've been out for years, on HRT for a half a year, flattening my chest since 2014 and training my voice since I was really young. Most customers call me "sir" which is the term I identify with, even the super conservative ones who would scoff at me if I had put even an ounce less into passing. Strangers immediately assume I'm just a regular dude, and the main thing to make people go "Oh sorry sir" is the fact that I have a mullet lol.
It's not the "he/him" on my badge that does this because there are phobic customers who actively look at the badge, and use "Miss" and "Ma'am" with aggression in their tone. "Have a good day, young lady." I hear that way more than in my old jobs where there was no pronouns on my name tag.
EDIT: There was a paragraph here about another employee. I talked to them and its been resolved!
So maybe Staples needs to take note from actual trans people. The pronouns don't work. It only leaves trans workers open to getting hurt or worse.
Tomorrow I go back in to work again and I think I'm gonna ask someone to walk me through making a name tag so I can personally redo mine and take the pronouns off.
EDIT: I feel like I need to clarify. The pronouns thing could work, but an overwhelmingly large percentage of people who won't list their pronouns are people who don't have to because they aren't trans. That means listing "he/him" very easily outs me because none of the other dudes in the store have that on their name tag. If more people who didn't exactly HAVE to list them, did so anyway, then yes this whole thing COULD work. But it hinges on participation, otherwise it just leaves trans people who are way younger and more vulnerable than me open to getting hurt.
She left the day after Thanksgiving. In a van, she bought with "Tiana" in Tennessee. She bought this van the same day she left, while I was at work.
She came in saying she was overwhelmed, and that she was going to leave. I got her to calm down and talk to me. In this panic she said she didn't want to do "this" anymore. Tried to give the ring back, told me to sleep with other people. That's a whole lot of red flags I just ignored, and she left with a ring on her finger.
She came back once a few days later for her first shower and laundry, but never since. She though she might come use the wifi for her WFH days but, never happened.
Fast forward a few weeks of me disassociating my existence, working the post office for 15 hours a day. (It's Christmas and I'm "new.") I'm not eating, not sleeping. She comes around and says "I'm going to Florida." She respected my boundary of waiting for me to be home before she came back, but grabbed a bunch of shit and left. Her nails were pink.
She drove the van to Lakeland Florida. She said she picked up a friend. Wouldn't tell me who, said I needed to stop calling around to her friends and therapist. I was "breaking trust and boundaries."
I don't feel that way, she's been diagnosed bipolar, on new brain drugs, drinking alcohol, And fucking left. I'm calling around trying to figure out what the hell.
Anyways, she calls me a few times in Florida. makes sure I'm OK. Sends pics of alligators.
She comes back 4 days later or something, stops by the house while I'm gone. Calls me searching for her vibrator. She's only ever wanted to use it during sex but OK. Maybe this is part of her self improvement deal, whatever. She was in a real frenzy on the phone looking for it.
Then, she doesn't come by for weeks. Not for me, not for the cats. She texts me and says "I miss the cats." I try to keep conversation, texts going. I miss her. It's hard. She won't reply I love you or I miss you back.
December 24th, I come home from work. she's on the couch crying. I try to act normal, I let the dog out. I come back and I sit with her. She's only interested in the cats. I ask if she's okay and she says " was until I saw the cats." I started a conversation that day about feelings, and felt good about it. Made plans for Christmas morning with her.
December 25th, she comes over. I made cookies, muffins, and her breakfast of choice. We watched a movie together. We cuddled. We fell asleep together. Long hug before she left. A real kiss on
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This got a lot of upvotes on ASKFDS but no replies so I wanted to see if anyone here had insight. I had a really weird encounter not so long ago and I'm feeling confused about it. Background info: I've been friends with a guy for around 2 years, we were never extremely close but we'd hang out occasionally, and since we have a lot of similar skills in the cyber security space that aren't super easy to come by we'd also share new things we learned. I made it clear to him I had no interest in a relationship by openly saying that I have no interest in a relationship an absurd amount of times. He asked me out once and I shut it down quick, I never felt pressured nor did he do anything weird like stand too close or try too hard to randomly touch me (the normal creep factors of trying to move things from friends to more), so I didn't think anything of it.
In December he told me that a friend of his had a client who he couldn't take on because his small business was super busy. I had mentioned before that I wanted to do a project before the end of the year, so it was kind of perfect. I said I'd help if we went 50/50 since he would be bringing the client and doing half of the work and I'd be doing the other half. He was really adamant on waiting 3 weeks to do the initial proposal which I said was a really long time and that with projects for bigger clients you want to move as quickly as possible. But since he was extremely insistent on waiting the full 21 days to finish our proposal I said okay. We spent 3 weeks hanging out and working and meeting up (daily), and then 2 days before we were about to show the proposal suddenly he tells me his friend actually decided to take the client because he was taking too long to reach out. Already this seemed like a red flag but I already knew there was a chance things would fall apart because of how long he wanted to wait, so I didn't think too much about it and just cut my losses. Like I said, we'd been friends for 2 years, so I brushed it off. We stopped meeting up to work since there was no reason to anymore.
But then he said he had another person who would potentially be interested in something similar and so I agreed we could just repurpose what we'd worked on. I agreed to just go ahead and try our proposal on someone else, which led to hanging out more again and all that. But when it came closer to the time to do it, something came up. This became a pattern for the next 2 weeks of things out of his control happening
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