First week on the job, he was told to manage the mailbox (like 20–30 emails a day) plus some document-checking tasks. He got a few guidelines and handbooks to follow. But whenever he gets an inquiry outside of those guidelines, instead of asking a supervisor, he just spits out gibberish from ChatGPT.

Then there’s the document checking. Each file usually has 10+ items that need to be revised manually. Sure, it takes time to get used to, but it’s been half a year and he still regularly misses 1-2 items.

And don’t even get me started on the other random stuff. He’s so careless it’s ridiculous. I can see he actually checked things, but somehow he still manages to miss details almost every single time.

He’s also tasked with helping at reception sometimes. He’s super unfamiliar with it, yet he volunteers every single time to answer. Then he just ends up running back and forth asking coworkers what to do with client inquiries. And when he panics (client waiting there), he forgets to even say thank you, or just starts firing off questions without checking if the coworker is even free.

P.S. I am the new Gen Z employee, and I think I should resign.

i got home from work at 5:30ish. we had dinner. i went to my room to hang out for a bit. he called me, at like 7:15. i called out and asked 'what?' and he said 'screw it, never mind'. 30 minutes later i went out and he was dead. no pulse. the fire department tried for a half hour. the er tried to another hour. they couldn't save him. i wish i had got off my fucking lazy ass when he first called.

mom's dead. now dad's dead. my sister is a fucking homeless addict, and the rest of my family? far, with a dwindling relationship. im in the house alone. everything i work for, everything i did was for him. and now he's gone.

im a girl, and im hijabi and in order for me to be a better muslim, i need to stop being delusional and feeling weird about female friends when they get too close

i tried to not think about certain things at all which has been working so far but im still pretty disgusted with myself.

im straight but sometimes weird delusional thoughts come up when another girl tries to be weird with me. i then get all repulsed and im currently not talking to that girl for about two weeks now. sometimes ill think about what its like to date or kiss her, and i like those thoughts in my head but i dont want them.

They’re jeopardizing my closest friendship which is homoerotic too. I want to be straight and I am straight but yk what I mean. I felt gross even writing these feelings out.

note: i reuploaded this bc i forgot to agree to the rules

I'm a woman and hearing my dad talk about other women and refer to them as a butter-face is just really lame, gross, insulting, and embarrassing. There's a few reasons this is just dumb and something I don't want to hear him say.. I don't want to hear my dad rate other women, or comment on their bodies being attractive or hot but not their faces, or imply that a woman has less value to her because of her face not being good enough for his viewing pleasure, or to just continue on this weird idea that a random man's opinion on a random woman's body even matters as something worth saying out loud as if their opinion was asked, as if it mattered, or that women in general are just things to be viewed and judged. And just why would you feel, as a father, that this is a good conversation topic to have with/around your daughter?

I could go on but I'll just leave it there. Feel free to discuss in the comments.

And for those of you who don't know what butterface is, it's dumb, if you don't already know it I would not suggest adding it into your vocabulary.

(Edit to add: sorry I deleted the last post and reposted bc I accidentally locked the comments right after posting oops)

Fuck you, I hope you sweat the bed every night, your entitlement and lack of self awareness makes everyone you ever interact with fucking sick, I bet you never get invited anywhere because why would anyone do that to themselves, what you did to everyone else there was a hate crime, you're lucky my husband is nicer than me, the next time I unwillingly am subjected to listening about who put a bottle to their head and pulled the trigger on someone's unattended canned ass loud ass bullshit speaker while we're all trying to relax and unwind and have a nice time with KIDS around it's going in the trash, buy some fucking airpods

This is my third and final attempt to post this, I need to externalize how absolutely trash it is to bring down the entire mood of a natural sanctuary people hauled their asses out of bed before dawn to appreciate just to have the experience tainted by unwanted exposure to Alison Krauss

Be better bye

At this point, its honestly animal neglect. And I dont know what to do. I recently turned 18, and I go to school full time.

My family is finally seriously trying. Weekly deep cleaning of the house. Vacuuming, cleaning bedsheets, washing our dogs with medicated flea shampoo, putting baking powder on the carpets. The only thing we dont have is the actual medication vets prescribe, as we dont have enough money for it. We have 6 dogs, and 1 cat.

The flea infestation is horrible. Its so bad I can pick fleas off my blanket right now. I take a shower, and a minimum of 2 or 3 fleas fall off of me. Its horrible. The dogs are in constant discomfort, scratching till they have literal bald spots. I literally cant sleep some fucking nights because I can feel the fleas jumping on me. My sister is allergic to most insects, and is getting horrible rashes and bites from them. And I cant imagine how our dogs feel.

Today, I was petting my dog, and I saw fucking SWARMS OF THEM. Not 4 or 5, but like genuinely 100+ fucking fleas.

I honestly want to rehome most of our dogs, but our family is too attached to them to do that. But overall it would be best for them. So we could buy enough medication for the dogs we have, and the other dogs can go to a home properly equipped for this.

Whenever I bring up how truly bad it is, Im shut down. Usually yelled at because "their trying" and its expensive. But it doesn't matter. When it gets to the point the family is suffering, the dogs are in fucking hell, and its a genuine hazard, it needs to be adressed.

I feel hopeless and restless. Because of course I dont want to rehome our animals, especially mine, but we have to think of their wellbeing. They dont understand why theyre in so much discomfort. They just know they are in it 24/7 with no release. I hate fleas. I hate them so much. And I honestly resent my family for getting SIX DOGS! Its excessive. And they refuse to listen to reason.

I wasn’t sure what flair to put this under, so let me know if this doesn’t fit this one specifically.

I’m now 31 weeks and 1 day pregnant. I’m not going to get into my complex emotions surrounding this pregnancy and my life because that’s not the point.

I’m scared of dying. Every single day as my due date gets closer I’m genuine paralyzing fear that border on panic attacks over birth, the fact that death is a huge possibility, and there’s NOTHING I can do about it. Every single night I feel sick to my fucking stomach and want to vomit from the fear and stress that grips me. I am scared.

I keep telling my parents to take a life insurance policy out on me, but my mom’s not listening and being (what I feel like) hopelessly optimistic. It doesn’t help that I’m already facing crazy statistics. I’m genuinely terrified, I wasn’t even this scared when I had a past near-death experience and I don’t know why.

What can I even do to get over this anxiety? Can I just take out a life insurance policy out on myself? Every day feels like my last because I’m at a higher risk of preterm labor. What do I even do? I don’t even know if I can get over this. No one will care if I’m dying in that hospital bed, I’m sure of it.

Edit: Thank you for the kindness and understanding I’ve gotten from this thread! I have a referral from my PCP (as of today) and am waiting for their office to contact me for an appointment time. It’s very hard to be socially conditioned (online, at least) that pregnancy and motherhood are death sentences metaphorically or literally, and then have that reality for yourself.

I was out with my friend on the beach on a double date and two of them left leaving me alone with the guy I was with. He didn’t ask me if I wanted to kiss or anything he just pulled me in and started making out with me and touching me out of nowhere. I kept pushing away, trying to talk him out of it but he held me close and just continued doing it. After my friend came back he acted like nothing had happened and I was so in shock I couldn’t say anything, especially since she liked how the date was going.
When we were about to go out separate ways he tired kissing me again, but now not only on my mouth but all over me. My face, my neck, my chest. Of course I tried pushing him away but since he’s way more stronger than me he didn’t let go of me at all and I couldn’t move a bit.
The worst part is the fact that, now that I’m looking back at it, it felt normal, when I know it shouldn’t feel like that, and that, just maybe, I should have had kissed him back and enjoy the moment. I feel so confused and I don’t know how to feel. All I wish for is to forget what happened.

I was addicted to drugs and alcohol. Last year I would drink and use laughing gas recreationally almost every day. It was my way of coping with how I felt at the time and I was spiralling through life. The nitrous used to give me seizures and I can tell that my brain has slowed down.

I have already failed all my university exams and no matter how much I study it just doesn’t work anymore. My brain retains nothing. I was already stupid before but I feel like I’ve become even more slow now.

I've been trying to lose weight no joke for 3 years. I started off over 200 pounds I'm 5 foot even. It took me a while to lose weight because I'm
neurodivergent and I have a hard time locking in, l've slowly lost weight over the years. I was put on a new medication for another thing that curves my appetite and it's making me lose weight quicker. Today I weighed in at 144 and this is the first time I've felt good about my body image. I still want to lose more but I don't feel "fat" anymore. I don’t fear being judged in public because of my weight anymore. I'm on a medication for my ADHD which helps curve my appetite plus the weight less meds I'm already on I'm the most confident in losing weight than I've ever been before in my life and I'm so happy right now.
Before I started weight loss I wore a women's XL size shirt and now I can fit into a small. (It's a little tight but I can wear it all day and be comfortable.)

I have both a Bachelors and Master’s degree (finished masters back in May) and since then, in the span of two months:

- I’ve applied to almost 80 jobs

- been rejected from 25 of them (32% of all applications)

- Been considered an “eligible candidate” for a state job but haven’t heard anything since June

- had an AI Interview and got rejected from it

- one group interview I cancelled since I learned the company was a Devilcorp and I refuse to follow through with their bs tactics (don’t know what I mean? It’s like an MLM or a Pyramid Scheme but arguably just as bad if not worse)

- I have a zoom screening with a surprisingly good job next week and I’m afraid to ask how that’ll turn out.

- next week is when my current job ends and I’ll be considered unemployed after that.

I don’t know what to do, I feel lost in all of this due to how the job market currently is.

Edit: Since a lot of people have asked, I have a Bachelors in English and Masters in Communication if anyone’s wondering

Its been a really hard year. I'm putting on a stoic face because there are so many people who are more deeply affected by these loses. I want to be there for them while not making it about "me." So, here I am, just screaming into the digital void.

Earlier this year, we lost a good friend to breast cancer. They'd been battling it valiantly for years. They were told to go home and settle their affairs but they had little ones so they fouhgt. For years they fought. They traveled the world. Gave their kids amazing experiences and memories. But, sadly, their body just gave out. I was ok until the day of the wake and I saw their 10 year old lay his head down on her chest in the casket.

Less than 12 hours after our friend passed, my children lost a classmate. They had cancer that started in their lymph nodes and spread. This young man fought for years, multiple surgeries, experimental treatments, etc. After every surgery that would prolong his life, his first question was "when can I play hockey?" or "when can I play baseball?" This young man fought for years. And he was awake and aware when he was told in a hospital bed that he was just hours from death. He asked for his friends to come see him. He wanted to make sure they knew how much they meant to him. A freshman in high school faced his mortality with amazing courage and grace and thought of his sisters, his parents, and his friends in his final moments.

A good friend's daughter has been fighting a rare cancer since they were 11. They fought for years and went into remission. ANd it would come back. And they would fight and it would go into remission. And then it would come back. The entirety of this young woman's life has been illness and pain but they are still the most upbeat and funny and sarcastic person I know. They underwent a liver transplant and contracted an illness from the donor kidney. Two surgeries later they were on the road to recovery and, today, they found a mass in her brain. In her mid-twenties, this young woman is considering not treating this one, just letting go. My heart is broken into a million pieces.

I lost my Dad to cancer when I was a young man. I've always seen cancer as something stalking us all thanks to it. It just feels so amazingly cruel this time around. To see so many good people, to see children, suffer with this horrible disease.

None of this is about me. I'm not close enough to any of these people to be devistated or to collapse but there are days all I want to do is cry my eyes out.

Thanks for listening.

I hate the world and I feel like the world hates me in return, I've made mistakes growing up as a teenager that I wish I hadnt but I can't help but feel like im getting what I deserve plus more despite changing. Why is my family so cold? Why should I even reach out when nothing seems to matter? Why does no one listen to me and only point me in the direction of solutions? Ive never felt so alone and worthless like this since I was a teen.

How do people even press on when everything around you seems so bleak and hopeless? Fuck everything.

My fave hobbies are reading, journalling, and gaming. Every year for the past 15 years I've read over 100 books, sometimes up to 150 books. I'm just a fast reader and don't watch TV or doomscroll much. I would also journal with fancy fountain pens in fancy Japanese notebooks and would play so many video games.

But since late May, I haven't picked up a pen, a book, or a console. I just haven't had any interest in any of that. I don't even dabble in my minor hobbies like writing or knitting or anything. I just sit around the house before and after work doing nothing, sometimes just absent-mindedly scrolling on my phone because I can't be bothered doing something I love.

And it's killing me! I want to go back to how I used to be and do things I enjoy, but when I pick up a book or turn on my switch or ps5, I just engage with it for 5 min before turning it off because I feel bored. Not sure if it's burn out, because I've never felt that way before in the 15+ years I've been doing it, and it's not like I'm forcing myself to read that many books, I just read fast and drop any books that don't interest me, so it's not like I'm reading things I don't want to. Ditto with games.

I just don't know how to get that spark back and it's making me feel so depressed.

I've shared a room with my parents until we moved into a 2 bedroom apartment, then my little sister was born and I've had to share a room with her ever since. I'm nearly 20, a sophomore in community college. I hate sharing a room with an 11 year old, I hate how I can't decorate and I hate how I can't have people/my boyfriend over cause she'll barge in. I can't get a lock on my door and I can't kick her out.

If everything goes according to plan, i'll go to a university next year, meaning ill dorm with someone. Then after that, ill most likely move in with my boyfriend. Which means theres no way that I'll be able to have my own space. Ever.

My grandparents offered for me to live with them because my aunt and uncle (who havent gotten a job until now, theyre both 36) were planning on moving out. Unfortunately, they backed out last min and now my last chance of having my own room is gone. I'm so sad and angry and just disappointed with the outcome everything

I genuinely feel insane for even saying this, but I’m struggling so bad with paranoia. I’m convinced someone or something is gonna come after me and I’m so terrified. I don’t know how to explain it to anyone without sounding crazy. It’s making me feel like “the only way to escape this thing is to do something to myself” which I won’t. But it’s scary, having these thoughts. I’m so scared to be alone and I’m scared of the dark and I’m scared of someone grabbing me and hurting me. I don’t know what to do. I’ve only experienced this a few times and I don’t know what it is. I just wanna be normal and not scared all the time

I went to see my PCP to get my HCG checked to make sure everything looks right.From my description and the fact that I had an internal ultrasound that didn’t show anything, I’ve had two people tell me it sounds like I miscarried. Since I was going to terminate and I had went to an abortion clinic, the ultrasound tech couldn’t confirm it was a miscarriage. She could confirm that she didn’t see anything there though. 

Anyway, two nurses brought me back to the exam room to take vitals and get an idea of why I was there and getting my HCG checked. There was a mixup with scheduling because I misunderstood when I needed to get it checked again, so we cleared that up. 

While I’m explaining, I say, “Well, I found out I was pregnant.” And one of them women congratulated me, and I felt so bad for having to finish my sentence. “But I think I miscarried a couple days ago.”

Her face dropped and I wanted so badly to say, “It’s okay, I was terminating anyway.” That sounds a little harsh and heartless. She had a serious expression the entire time after that. I felt bad for her and I can’t imagine how bad she might feel. I hope she knew that the clinic I mentioned was an abortion clinic. It was just… super awkward for the both of us. 

And like, yes, I was going to terminate anyway. But I wanted circumstances to be different. I wanted it to happen at home and in private. Not in a Marshalls’s parking lot and bathroom where I can hear a family arguing in the stall over. Where I can hear small children bickering between each other. All of it happening the way it did was a total mindfuck. 

But I don’t feel like I have the right to be upset about any of it. People who actually want to be pregnant and have a baby have miscarriages, and they’re allowed to be sad. Not the person who miscarried the day before their termination. I barely even remember it happening. I remember the before, and the walk to the bathroom, and not feeling the sharp waves of cramps anymore, and the children and family bickering, and leaving the bathroom, and the after. I don’t remember seeing it though. I know I did, but I can’t remember it.

Im 16m autism not heavy i just have it

Im not great socially

I hate shaking hands on my own birthday

I feel like if i text somebody i always bother them except my parents

I dont think im good looking

Im not really smart

I try to avoid myself in the mirror depending on the day and how i am feeling sometimes a quick glance or longer look is fine other days i get really uncomfortable with the shortest glance ever because i really dont think im good looking

Im not really heathy

Hygene isnt my strong point

I dont eat all that healthy

I dislike my voice like my voice i hear i find fine but on every recording etc i dislike my voice

I wouldnt care all that much if i were dead tommorow

I only have 1 irl friend i feel like im too attached too them

If in any scenario i ask some one something and they say no my mind goes racing thinking they think it affects me more then it does which makes me red which makes me think that more and its a cycle

I game all day

Not really a social life

Dropped out of school at 12 now i go to a different location

No work

I like being in my dark room

i only hung out 1x with my irl friend for multiple reasons from both of us but we both enjoyed it but after he was gone i was like im glad im alone again

'm genuinely at my fucking wits end.
i am a minor without a bank account. Homeschooled, social anxiety so i try to make income online. and despite all odds i found a way to make money. swagbucks. I made enough to buy a phone and all kinds of things, then the offers rand dry and support wasn't doing their job anymore, so i searched for weeks for other offers. enter earnlab.
this next part is less earnlabs fault and more of google/tech issue.
i get on earnlab, ready to make a rebate purchase (spend a certain amount of money, get 15%) back, google steps in and fucking flags and suspends my account for fraud. if i don't have a bank account, i have no way to verify its me using their app, and besides, even if i did, i think that's a bit ridiculous either way. Long story short, I'm out of 50$. I shrug it off like its no big deal, even though it is a fucking big deal, because I'm trying to save up to buy a new laptop for making a roblox game (which if done right can earn me enough money for moving out at 18, which is my goal.) Everything that can possibly go wrong is going wrong right now and im so frustrated i can spit. in order to get me out of this pit, i need money, and i need to make it alone, and there's always something in my fucking way stopping me. I'm at my wits end over here i need some guidance. I'm shouldering this alone and nobody gives a fuck. i take 12 steps foward and 20 back.

I have nothing to provide, I’m convinced all of my friends just feel bad for me. I’m horrible at my hobbies, I’m horrible at my job, I’m horrible in life, I have no personality, I only can type on a screen somewhat articulately. I’m good at whining, and being sad, and insecure, I’m good at failing, but not good enough to improve from it.

Hey! 22F here! Sorry for the flair.

Why is it so hard to genuinely find a decent guy? Look, 'normal' is definitely outdated nowadays and I understand that it's impossible to find the perfect person, yada yada, but it is very difficult to even find someone who just wants to behave normally in a relationship!

I don't mind long distance and/or online dating, but guys tend to take it way too far way too fast. I'm not trying to settle down and get married to a guy I met 2 days ago on social media or VRChat or something. I just want connection and effort that isn't involving either of us leeching off of the other person, just someone who's working on themselves and is willing to be exclusive and supportive and kind. That's it! I'm not even a clingy kind of girl, why is it hard to find men who won't put me down for breathing air too hard???