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I spent my entire school career afraid of being wrong because I was taught that to make a mistake was embarrassing. Now Iâve discovered that making a mistake just means you are one step closer to the right answer, and everyday I have to work to shake the mindset that a single wrong answer equals failure.
acts of love:
taking pics of ur friends without them asking u to bc they looked so pretty in that exact moment
randomly giving tiny gifts (a comic book that ur friend likes, a heart-shaped piece of paper with a sweet message on it)
handwritten letters with cute stickers
remembering what ur friend likes or dislikes
inside jokes
long phone calls
facetiming while ur both doing something else (study dates like that are on another level of intimacy)
cooking something for ur friend
sending texts when u randomly think abt them
listening without judging
making someone laughs so hard that their whole body shakes
hanging out in furniture stores nd testing every couch there is
deep conversations when it's deep in the night
holding hands while jaywalking so that u Both get hit by a car
randomly buying a flower for someone
letting ur friends taste ur food and also tasting theirs to the point where u basically ate a fair amount off of each plate on the table
"give me that I'll carry it for u"
helping ur friend decide what to wear while also reminding them that they look amazing no matter what
being involved in every bad hair decision (dyeing ur friend's hair grey in between playing with their switch)
paying attention
being aware nd understanding of someone's financial situation ("dw I'll pay for u")
looking stupid in public together (dancing in stores to overplayed pop songs, singing loudly in ur car)
hugging people when u say hi and goodbye to them
being there for someone even if u can't help them
"this reminded me of u"
allowing people to be human, with everything that this entails
I love that these can be for friends and not just romantic love
SOMETIMES I FEEL IâVE GOT TO
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my professor spent our entire seminar whining about how thereâs too many girls in our group and not enough boys. he was like âiâm not saying women canât be good surgeons but we need more menâ no, we donât. men suck. deal with it.
CRY ALL YOU FUCKING WANT YOUR TEARS DONâT MEAN SHIT TO ME. YOUR TEARS MEAN DICK TO ME JUST SO YOU KNOW
Okay so not to be that person who adds on to a post with their own story but my mom is a doctor and when I was eleven she took me to these all-female seminar led by a woman who was the head of a hospital because my mom is an empowered and independent woman who wanted her daughter to be the same way and so thereâs like thirty females surgeons in the room, all sitting around his huge circlular confrenece table and talking about their experiences in becoming surgeons
most of them were like âeveryone told me I should become a nurse or a pediatricianâ and âpeople assume that I donât know what Iâm doingâ you know, your average sexist bs
one of the womenâs last name was starboard (yeah I know great name) and she was talking about how even though now she was one of the most accomplished surgeons at the hospital, the male scrub techs (read: guys who didnât go to fucking medical school) and some of the male doctors call her starbitch in the OR because they (scrub techs mostly, strangely enough) try to suggest different ways to care for the patient and she always tells them no you didnât go to med school and I did and so they would go out of their way to get the male doctors to treat the patient differently and then she would have to argue with him to prove what she was doing es right but sometimes the male doctor would come and take over the case anyway and this went on for a while
but then the hospital statistics changed bc this woman was literally being prevented from treating her patients bc the men were interfering and so the administrative head heard about this (she was female) and she was like yâall better stop or yâall better start looking for new jobs and then starboard was allowed to work on her patients and got the scrub techs replaced and all of the sudden, the patients were suddenly doing much better during and after surgery.
when she told this story she was like âpeople still call me a bitch, and maybe I am because I wonât let them walk all over me, but when youâve got something to do, when youâve got a life to save, you have to ignore their bullshit so that you can save someoneâs fuckin life. Sexism should never stop you from accomplishing thatâ
and little eleven-year-old me still remembers that bc I was insecure and awkward and here was this woman who just did what she had to do and ignored all the people trying to stop here and she really was better than all the male doctors (like her patient stats were better) and I thought I should share with you this inspiring woman with the cool last name
Leaving a cup of water on the sidewalk. (via sincappop)
This is simply the best thing I have ever seen.
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This post goes harder than any post has ever gone before.
concept
a beaded curtain, but instead of beads theyâre worms on strings
you know⌠these guys
Hi op I hope this satisfies your needs.
Needs more worms
I wanna make one of these that is like a literal curtain of worms
No clear strings available to get caught and tangle, I want them nose to ass like some kind of horrible human centipede of worms, covering my doorway
@fanotastic more worms
Aw fuck. Nothing makes you assholes happy.
Fuck you guys.
My fellow fuckers, I present you-
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I was in line at Aldi and this girl with two toddlers in front of me had her card declined and she looked so fucking sad and said âlet me call my husband real quickâ and it was only 18 dollars, so I just paid for it, and she was very sweet and then as she walked off, the lady behind me said `âYou know that was probably a scam, right?â and like, even if it was, like what a sad fucking scam, right? 18 dollars at the Aldi. If youâre âscammingâ me for some Tyson chicken and apple juice and cauliflower, then just take my fucking money.Â
âA scamâ people are fucking wild. Â
This happened to me, too. A woman had used WIC for the majority of her stuff (which I say from personal experience is such a long and embarrassing process) and to buy the remainder of her groceries, which included diapers and wipes, she used a card, and it got declined. I bought the other $30 of her groceries because hey, Iâve been there, and now Iâm not. She was extremely emotional and began to cry and even hugged me. My mom called me on the drive home and could tell I had been crying myself, asked what was wrong, and when I told her what happened, she berated me for being âduped.â I couldnât believe she could be so disappointed in one of her children for doing something- nice? Is that the hill you want to die on? Getting mad about people needing groceries?
I once paid for a womanâs bill at the vetâŚit wasnât a big one, but she was trying to pay for some medication for her dog, and her card was declined. And her lip started trembling, and she says âI donât get paid until Tuesday, would he be ok until then?âÂ
So I just told them to add the $20 something onto my bill, and I thought she was going to break down crying right there.
And I donât care if it was a scam or not. Just do nice things for people sometimes.Â
Do good recklessly.
I think âDo good recklesslyâ would be fantastic word art to hang on oneâs wall. Artistic people, go!
So this has happened to me but from the other side. Several years ago when my oldest was around three or so, I had my debit card decline at Walmart. It wasnât a scam or a mistake, I was genuinely broke. Out of money. I checked my bank and discovered I had something like 7 dollars left to my name and a hungry kid and nothing to eat at home. So I sat there trying to come up with the best way to stretch that tiny amount of money to feed my kid. Not even to feed me. I can live on popcorn or something if I have to but my kid was three and he had to eat. So there I am trying really hard not to cry while I slowly take things out of my basket to get it down to under 7 bucks, when a lady tapped me on the shoulder. I looked up and she smiled at me and started putting the things back in my cart. I opened my mouth to tell her that I didnât have the money for them but she stopped me right away and said âDonât worry about it. Itâs gonna be fine.â Then she handed the cashier her credit card and said âRing up all of it.â My kid got to eat because of her. I got to eat because of her. I had laundry soap and deodorant because of her. She couldâve just ignored me silently struggling in that line. She couldâve decided I was a scam and gone home feeling good about avoiding being duped. But instead she chose to help me and she saved us. So maybe the person struggling in front of you is trying to put one over on you or maybe they are just sad and broke and trying to figure out what to do. You get to decide which you want to believe and what you want to do. But Iâll tell yâall, no one has ever been more beautiful to me than that lady in that line who saved me and my baby. Be like her. Be beautiful.
Do good recklessly
DO BETTER. BE BETTER. STRIVE TO BE BETTER.
DO GOOD RECKLESSLY
One time, my dad and I were living the grocery store and there was a guy outside asking for money to buy some stuff to take home for his kids. It was around Christmas time. My dad asked him if he could give him groceries instead of money, and the guy immediately said yes, so my dad gave him one of everything we bought (meat, rice, some chocolates, milk, oil). At that time, my dad hadnât gotten his paycheck because the company he worked for was going through a tough time, but he didnât care, he saw an opportunity to help someone and he did.
Another time, my dad gave 50 bucks to a guy who said he needed to buy medicine for his kids. I told my dad he was probably going to spend the money on alcohol or something, but my dad said that âwhether he was lying or not says something about HIS character, but hearing someone in need and choosing not to help when I have the means to says something about mineâ.
I never forget that.
Can we make Do good recklessly The slogan on 2019
Do good recklessly is the moral i try to embody
Iâve lived by this for years and yes, do good recklessly. It is worth it.
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Could you get out of my doorway.
I worked with toddlers and pre schoolers for three years. Sometimes I accidentally slip and tell a friend to say bye to an inanimate object (âsay bye bus!â) & occasionally they unthinkingly just do it.
Iâm glad thereâs a teacher version of âaccidentally called teacher âmomââ
when I worked at Medieval Times occasionally I would slip in real life and call people âmy lordâ
One time during family prayer, dad began: âour father who art in heaven, American Airlines, how can I help you?â
One time my dad went to the White Castle drive-thru and the lady (who was supposed to say âWelcome to White Castle, whatâs your crave?â) asked, âWelcome to White Castle, whatâs your problem?â
She apologized profusely while my dad proceeded to lose his shit laughing.
Yesterday I went to Wendyâs and the girl said âWelcome to McDonaldsâ and then just sighed
Somebody in the elevator asked me what floor I lived on, and I answered âplease open your books to page eightâ, and we just kind of stared at each other, blinking.
i work retail full time and my script gets frequently messy - ill ask the same question twice, or say â$2.60 is your totalâ while handing back their change, or say âhow are you doing today?â instead of âhave a good day!â like name it ive bungled it
but anyway, this lady came thru my line buying a book and the review on the front said: âfew books are well written, fewer still are important, and this book manages to be bothâ
as i handed her the bag i was trying to say âthanks, youre all setâ and instead my brain mashed up the review and i said âthanks, youre importantâ
there was this short pause in which i tried to figure out what the fuck id just said. she blinked and then said âoh thank you! youre important too!â
the real kicker was one of my coworkers. when i was relating this story later his response was âat least you said something NICE. last week i accidentally combined âyoure welcomeâ and âno problemâ into âyoure a problemââ
one time, since I used to work as a daycare teacher with preschoolers, i was on my college campus in my gym, and someone was running in the weight room and tripped over a machine and fell, and instead of offering to help, I just stared and said, âThis is why we use our walking feet.â we both sat there for a while until the guy nodded and said, âyeah, okay, i shouldâve done that.â
Iâve spent a good chunk of time working in kitchens, so I still will reflexively say shit like âbehindâ and âcoming aroundâ as I maneuver through spaces and around people.
Which, actually, not such a bad thing; Iâm a big guy and can come across as imposing pretty easily. The position calls can help defuse that, and also help avoid collisions.
Less good is the time my brain was half functional and I let slip a âcoming with a knifeâ while grocery shopping. THAT took some explaining.
I work in an office and send tens of emails to customers every day. Once my mum asked me to send her a train ticket I had bought for her. I emailed her âHello mum, as agreed, please find attached the ticked you requested. Thanks, Alexâ
i worked as a camp counselor, and i would have the kids tap somewhere on my legs if they needed something because im a pretty tall dude. today asked my cat if he needed something.
I have woken up in a cold sweat saying âis that for here or to go?â
Every time a friend thanks me, and I respond with âgladlyâ or âmy pleasureâ, I die completely 1000% inside
I work at a plasma donation center. When processing donors, we call them by name, they walk up to the counter, and then we ask for their name and donor number. One time, instead of saying âRobertâ I hollered âName and donor number!?â into a full waiting room. Three people started announcing their names and donor numbers before we all realized that I fucked up.
In college, I was a barista at Borders (remember Borders, you guys?!) I once drove through Taco Bell on my way home after a shift. When the cashier said, âokay, thatâll be $5.46!â I cheerfully responded, âDo you have a Borders rewards card?â
I have dealt with so many difficult customers over the years that I used to angrily call my dog âSirâ when I was mad at him.
My first job was at my nearest Panera, and after coming home from a ten-hour Sunday morning shift, I was exhausted; but when my mom called me to come downstairs, instead of replying in the grumpy teenagerish tone I usually would, I said in my cheeriest, fakest voice, âNot a problem at all, let me just check with my manager!â before realizing my mistake.
my coworker went to back up the cash registers one time and she had been at customer service right before. when we finish with a customer we have to sometimes get the attention of the next person and will shout âi can get the next person in line!â but instead of saying that she yelled âHI WHAT CAN I HELP YOU WITHâ to everyone in the general area
I have told my dog âno thank youâ so many times after working at a preschool
a couple of times iâve gotten stuck in a hello how are you good how are you good how are you loop with an equally tired Fred Meyerâs cashier after a long shift but the best time was after a 10 to 10 post-holidays after they told me my total, I asked if they would like a bag today and after a confused few seconds they were like, âno⌠I have the bagsâ
Worked in a gallery where we asked people to take off their backpacks in order not to accidentally damage paintings. So when I went to the shop later and saw a guy in the line in front of me, I told him he had to remove his backpack. He probably thought I was politely trying to rob him.
The other day they had me working with softserve and fried dough. I was burned out because I kept bouncing back and forth between the fryer and my register and these people had like, 8 things in their order. We get to the ice cream part of the order, and it comes in a bowl or cone. Instead of saying âWould you like the vanilla in a bowl or cone?â I said âWould you like the bowl in a vanilla or cone?â And we all stopped and had to think that through as my cart runner is staring me down like âtf are you doing?â
I work at Hardees and we have to yell âthank youâ whenever weâre told to do something because of how loud the kitchen is.
One morning, my mom hollered at me to wake up, and half-asleep me yells at full volume,
âTHANK YOUâ
i work with dogs, and i have to be a bit strict with them sometimes in order to keep fights from breaking out. recently, while making tea, the kettle started boiling sooner than i wanted, so without thinking i turned around sharply, pointed my finger at it and stared it down, and said, âBad boy! You need to wait!â needless to say i was very glad i was alone
I know Iâve reblogged this a billion times but Iâve worked retail for 8 years and these things are never not funny.
One time while cashiering I tried to ask a man if he wanted his milk bagged but instead said âdo you want your bags milked?â And he laughed at me for a solid five minutes while I tried to emotionally recover
I worked in a call center doing tech support for 4 months. To this day I still slip up when I answer the phone with âHi thank you for calling Vivint Smart Home! My name is Shannon can I get your name and phone number?â
I used to answer my phone with âthank you for calling Barnes & Nobleâ like 5 times a day but then one day I accidentally did it to a telemarketer and they were like âoh sorry, wrong number!â and stopped calling me so now I *always* answer that way when I think itâs a telemarketer
The first time I answered my home phone to my mother with the office schpiel, she laughed and told me I was now a grown-up.
Not sure if thatâll make y'all feel better or worse but it was funny at the time!
I am a preschool teacher and I call all my 3-4 years old students âloveâ. This year I started teaching adults. When one of them, a 40 years old man asked for my help, I told him âsure, my loveâ IT WAS ALMOST IMPOSSIBLE TO GET OUT OF THAT EMBARASSING SITUATION and until this day I wanna hide my face in shame.
When I worked at Taco Villa, I worked the front *and* the drive thru and so many times I accidentally asked a drive thru customer âis that for here or to go?â and mostly they didnât seem to notice and just said âto goâ. One guy, though, was like âuhh⌠what happens if I say itâs for here?â
At the library where I currently work I always answer the phone with â[Library name], this is [my name], how can I help you?â
Also, when weâre closing at the end of the day, we knock on the restrooms and ~usually~ I say âLibrary staff! Anyone in here?â before walking in to check theyâre unoccupiedâŚ
One night, I knocked on the restroom door and said, â[Library name], this is [my name], how⌠uhhh⌠anyone here?â
Luckily it was only my coworkers who were around to laugh at me.
the only valid gomens au is where theyâre college professors on opposite sides of an interdepartmental feud thatâs been raging for like 25 years. everyone at the school takes this feud extremely seriously but no one else gives a shit
armageddon is a dodgeball tournament and adam is the first student to double major in 25 years
freshman student: are you friends with professor crowley?
aziraphale: [laughing nervously] of course not; he teaches [lowered voice] comparative religion
freshman: âŚ.ok
Iâm McLosing It over these tags thank you
Iâm very glad to hear it and Iâm on a hype mood today so Iâm going to share some more.
Letâs call the Spanish professor Mr. Crowley because heâs a fucking bitch, and the English professor Mr. Aziraphale, because heâs very gay and an absolute fucking unit riddled with anxiety very soft (mood to the both of them).
So Iâm a freshman, yes? (Well at the time I was) I have Mr. Aziraphale during my 1st semester, yes? He tells us itâs okay to be nervous but everything will be alright. Heâs so dedicated to his classes that even though his approach is fucking chaotic and he doesnât remember our first names nor what he said the last class, everyone loves him and learns stuff. Mr. Aziraphale then says âI donât believe in the current examination process in which youâre forced to enter an anxiety-inducing period of time where you have to show off your knowledge in like 2 hours or so, so Iâm going to say fuck it and weâre going to do an essay for the final grade to go with our class work.â
Needless to say his tutoring hours were like a diamond in the dessert and oh boy did we fight for them like fucking ravid wolves I once stayed up past 5AM waiting for the tutoring hours in the Internet platform to open because I wanted the best spot donât ask me why he opened them at 5AM he was useless with computers and didnât seem to sleep, ever.
So first time I go to a tutoring session I open the office and thereâs this fucking dude trying to get a pigeon to come inside the room by doing kissy sounds. At that point Iâm like ok you know whatever itâs 9 in the morning so thatâs fair. I apologise because oh no I got the wrong office and then he says âoh but youâre in the right office. That twatâs just gone for a coffee, you can waitâ and deadass doesnât speak to me after that. Iâm like who the fuck is this dude when Mr. Aziraphale comes in with two coffees and just silently sets one in the otherâs table. I was like oh ok no coffee for me huh I see how it is you prick.
Anyway the dude was so lovable he even lent me some of his very own personal books to make some copies but ONLY WITH HIM PRESENT AND HE HAD TO BE THE ONE USING THE PRINTER BECAUSE THOSE WERE HIS BOOKS AND IF I WANTED MY OWN BOOKS I HAD TO GO GET THEM AT THE LIBRARY BUT THESE ARENâT IN THE LIBRARY BECAUSE THESE ARE MY BOOKS I BOUGHT THEM PLEASE BE CAREFUL HERE ARE YOUR COPIES YOU CAN LEAVE [Surname] GOODBYE.
No one ever spoke to him by surname but he addressed all of us that way because he classyâ˘
AND HERE COMES THE SECOND SEMESTER. HELLO MR. CROWLEY who didnât show up for our very first class, but, politely enough, left a note that said âI was here before class to set up the PowerPoint presentation. Heard a weird noise. Iâm scared. Not teaching today, gone home. See you Monday (we didnât have class Mondays). For further inquiries, donât email me I wonât read it. XOXOâ
Unbelievable.
The next class we had, Iâm already omw when my phone chimes. An email from this dude.
âMy head hurts. Donât feel like putting up with freshmen today. Use your time wisely. Or not. Love, Mr. Crowley. XOXOâ
At that point I loved him.
Anyway I have A LOT MORE STORIES ABOUT MR. CROWLEY than I do about Mr. Aziraphale because he was pretty proper other than some inside jokes and stuff, whereas Mr. Crowley was a fucking trainreck that once managed to get the blackboard eraser on top of the Air Conditioner for some reason and who liked throwing chalk at students (but very deliberately missed because heâs actually a pretty nicâ well).
Oh, by the way. I might have passed Spanish in my freshman year. But guess what. I have Spanish my next two semesters. With Mr. Crowley. Again.
And Iâm 100% sure he remembers me because him and I (because Iâm a clown) used to bullshit each other all the way through class. And he nicknamed me âmini-me.â
Do with that information as you please Iâm still trying to figure out how to interpret that.
#i even have mr. crowleyâs personal email we used to chat for a while because he tutored me for a thing i did and i got proof of him saying#the dean was a fucking incompetent twat so#anyway the book thing come to think of it is very in character#also little side note mr. zira likes caramel capuccino and mr. crowley takes it black donât ask how i know#the place i hang out is like 2 meters from the coffee machine which is were these two hang out#once i heard them talk shit about the student council like the spanish teacher was#and they want me to come to wHAT? graduation? fuck that#and the english teacher was like #youâre their PROFESSOR you HAVE TO COME#gsgsgs sorry i got carried away i love reminiscing#gsgsgs personal stuff too whoop
i am LOSING IT over all of this!!!
i donât know if the fact that theyâre liTerally Aziraphale and Crowley is funnier than the fact that these guys actually exist and like⌠teach kids
