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What’s a time you fucked up really bad? What did you do? Did you learn your lesson?2 posts omitted. Click reply to view.
I had an interview this morning and I forgot about it. I had already done most of the interview on Friday, and just forgot there was one more person I had organized to talk with. I realized 15 minutes into the scheduled time when I saw my note about the time written down. Before that I was just cleaning up. they called like immediately after I realized I fucked up. I’m going to not get this job because I can’t stay organized, idk what’s wrong with me.
dated a woman with severe bpd and narcissism, let her love/sex bomb me from the start. it lasted only two months but I became an alcoholic and my mental health went down the drain. I would drink to soothe my anxiety and pain of being gaslighted and manipulated by her. I would drink until I blacked out, laid on the streets because she left me there. Got dragged to “party” with prostitutes bc she’s actually a male brained perverted fuck. Cried in the hotel bc I felt so violated. I’m too traumatised to date again. And yes I’m lesbian
I got laid off in October and I have fucked up 2 job interviews already kek. As soon as my severance runs out in June I am fucked. Might just get a lobotomy if I can't get another entry level office job. I am a self destructive retard.
Maybe 7 or 8 years ago I had a job at a shitty knock-off hippie store that sold moldy tapestries and dusty singing bowls. The owners were old, had no tact, and were rude as fuck. Constantly talking down to me and acting like I was incompetent even though they hired me. I decided one day I didn't give a fuck any more. They let us close early sometimes when there wasn't a lot of traffic. I had waited for an hour for a single person to show up . Called the manager, told them I wanted to close up. I was in the middle of closing up while I was talking to them. They said no, stay open for a few more hours. I was like, sure okay, locked the door and went the fuck home. Next day they talk to me and fire me because I lied to them.
I learned the hard way, just fucking quit if you don't like the job. Don't lie to them. Be honest. I should have said "I'm sick and tired of being talked down to by a bunch of old boomer fucks while I try and sell their moldy merchandise. Goodbye."