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Unfiltered Story #56718

Unfiltered | February 1, 2016

(I’m a stage hand. The wardrobe department often uses a special, hands-free kind of flashlight called a bitelite. It works just the way it sounds–you put it in your mouth and bite down to turn it on. Note: I’m female.)

Me: Yeah, I can’t use bitelites; they make me gag.

Coworker: …there are so many jokes I could make about that.

Me: If you like that, it gets better. I’m married to a woman.

Coworker: That…is too funny!

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Unfiltered Story #47693

Unfiltered | February 1, 2016

(My little sister is about 2 when this happens, and I’m 8. She is sitting in her playpen and I am trying to teach her colors.)

Me: *holding up red block* “What color is this?”

Sister: “Black!”

Me: *holding up green block* “Ok…what color is this?”

Sister: “Black!”

Me: *holding up blue block* “What color is THIS?”

Sister: “Black!”

Me: “No! See, it’s blue!”

Sister: “Black!”

Me: “Fine” *holds up black toy cat* “What color is this?”

Sister: “Yellow!!!”

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Unfiltered Story #32264

Unfiltered | February 1, 2016

I was walking through the corridor when I see another student, who is in my cello class but didn’t show up for his lesson earlier that day. We were having are normal conversation about it, when a teacher comes out of the closest room. She is rather loud and obnoxious.

Teacher: Hey! What were you saying to him?

Me: Pardon?

Teacher: Don’t pardon me! You heard what I said.

Me: Um, I was just telling [Student] that he missed his cello lesson earlier.

Teacher: Don’t lie to me! You were saying more than that! I could hear you from inside.

Me: I don’t know what you’re talking about.

Teacher: What’s your name?

Me: [my name].

Teacher: I’ll be speaking to your teacher about this.

I walked away, and she started yelling at the other student, who told her my story was true. She thought I was bullying him, and for some reason he was covering up for me. I never found out what she thought was happening, but luckily she never spoke to anyone.

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Unfiltered Story #27994

Unfiltered | January 31, 2016

(My father has passed away suddenly and my method of dealing with it is to keep moving. At the same time school has just started and I am sitting with my group for a semester long project. I am not thinking clearly at this point and am trying to complete multiple task when the funeral home emails me the proof of the obituary in french [due to living in a french province we are doing the obituary in both french and English].)

Me: Who speaks french here? (I am not able to read French well and can’t verify if the obituary is grammatically correct for french)

teammate #1: I can.

Me: Can you tell me if this is grammatically correct.

(Forgetting that only one teammate is the only one in the group who knows about my father and teammate #1 isn’t him. I had him the obituary with no warning what I am asking him to correct. While he does this I move on to the next thing I had to do.)

Teammate #1: Yeah it is good. Also my condolences.

Me:*Having heard this so many times I just register this as normal.* Thanks

(The next day)

Me:*realizing what I did to teammate the previous day, I say to my self* S*** I forgot he didn’t know. I should apologize.

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Unfiltered Story #56717

Unfiltered | January 31, 2016

(After working at my location for over 3 years, I have been diagnosed with an anxiety condition. I try not to have any problems at work, but this particular night, management has not been able to control employees and due to how busy it was, I was unable to catch up on the things I need to do. I am finally triggered into a full panic attack after a customer makes fun of the way I talk. I text my best friend and my mom, who says she’ll come get me.)

Mom: *stands at the counter*

Manager: “Oh, Mrs. [Last Name], what can I get for you?”

Mom: *points to the back, where I am*

Me: *comes up from the back, shaking, visibly pale and having been crying*

Manager: “Oh my go- [My Name], go home. Go home. Don’t worry about anything over here. GO HOME.” *turns on headset* “[Coworker 1], go cover the hole!”

(I go home and calm down. The next day, the general manager is the manager on duty. I go to talk to her about what happened the previous day to see if everything is alright. When I get there, the general manager is yelling at Coworker 2.)

General Manager: “You should know better than to just up and leave early! You left us short-handed!”

Coworker 2: *sees me* “But she-” *points at me* “Left early yesterday!”

General Manager: *shakes her head* “[Coworker 2], [My Name] has a reputation of doing her work, unlike you. You need to grow up and stop blaming her for what you did. You left without a manager telling you that you could go.”

Coworker 2: *leaves*

Me: “Um, sorry about last night.”

General Manager: “Don’t worry about it. [Coworker 3] was coming in about an hour after you left, so he came in an hour early to cover you. We were fine until [Coworker 2] heard and decided to leave.”

(The entire shift, Coworker 2 glared at me while other coworkers told me how they handled with their own anxiety attacks.)

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