ERA Anonymous Confessions 2018 - One Year Old Forum, 20000 years old D-Pics

Retail HR guy back with some more tales.

Hate to spoil the fun, but I don't think anything else I have will match the Sara and John story. But I do have some details I didn't touch on. Andy also had a girlfriend at the time. John was not so subtle about his fling early on, he apparently told a few other guys outright, and made it extremely obvious to others in the department, which prompted the original complaint to me. His big mouth is part of the reason why his fling with Sara was an open secret, and why Andy and Sara earlier flew under the radar. John wasn't very smart, and gave his resignation on a handwritten piece of paper. What still kind of shocks me about this whole event, is that Sara at one point had both Andy and John there at the same time, it only took the second assault by her husband to get her to wisen up and at least quit the position.

Anyways onto some new stuff, this one took place before I was in the HR position, featuring a few of our friends from the last story. The problem with being a supervisor is the managers still hire. So during the holiday season, they of course hire complete randoms. One such guy was a bit odd, pasty thirty-something white dude, and clearly lacked a few social skills. His first two or three weeks on the floor weren't so hot. So I had him working in the back with Bob and Andy training him on what to do in the back area. While I wasn't here for this part, Andy had told Kyle he wasn't carrying some stuff properly, and out of nowhere Kyle goes "What Andy because I'm not an n-word like you?".

Yes, he dropped the full -r ending, and yes Andy was black.

Bob immediately tries to tell Kyle not to say shit like that, Kyle apparently spouts some very anti-immigrant stuff both at this point and later in the day.

Of course, Kyle is much better at being behaved when I or any other managers are around, even the ones with a bit more melanin than would cause him comfort. So that is what I am forced to do in retail hell during the busiest time of year, babysit a neo-nazi.

On one of the days I'm off I also find out he got into an argument and gave the finger to one of the latino staff members, who works twice as hard as he ever did.

The good news is just a few days before Christmas my manager told me Kyle wasn't going to be there the rest of the day, and to not expect him for any other duties. If this was anyone else I'd be pissed because it's Christmas, but it was a good present for me. Once I got into the HR position I did confirm that Andy's complaint against Kyle was what they needed to process a full investigation and termination.

When I talked to the hiring manager after this, she claimed he seemed very normal and fine during the interview. Having been involved in a lot of the hiring process after this situation, I can say that if you can mask your horrible flaws for more than 5 minutes, then yes you too can have a fulfilling job in the retail industry at minimum wage.

In other stories of dipping the pen in company ink, we did have a manager and junior supervisor start a relationship. Somehow they managed to squeeze this one through and the manager was forced to take some time off and then he was able to transfer to a store on the other end of town. A few weeks later they announced their relationship on Facebook. How this manager didn't get fired instead is beyond me. The junior supervisor was the target of a few nasty rumors at work surrounding the timeline of her relationship. Since we were a smaller town there weren't any other transfer options, so she ended up with a serving job at a restaurant.

The last confession is that after I quit I attempted for a while to get a few of the younger people at the store to apply at my new company. Despite my best efforts, offering to help them with their resume, interviews and everything. Nobody that I know of applied or even got in. In some way, I am still upset at those my age who have been there for well over five years and haven't made the effort to apply elsewhere, go back to school or anything. Also because of this I intentionally avoid going back to my old location, or the other store in town because the chance of meeting someone I used to work with still at the same dead-end job is just not a fun experience.

So while retail is hell, you don't get the pity card if you haven't made the effort to escape. I can't blame some of the older folks working there though, they are too comfortable and have too many friendships to ever consider going somewhere else. Other old folks there because they couldn't make it in their original career, there was a former teacher, previously stay-at-home moms, heck even an ordained pastor as a cashier in that store. These are the people I keep in mind when arguing about the minimum wage.

This may have gotten a bit more rambly, but if you are a minimum wage ERA member, don't feel like you are stuck in that job forever. Maximize the skills you can get, search every week for new jobs, and pimp the hell out of yourself.

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I'm pathetic. I'm a 35 year old pathetic person. So this is my story. I am currently involved to four women. My wife, my fuck buddy, my gf, and my ex-gf. I shit you not. I'm not making up any of this. The reason I'm only sending this is because I have a date with my gf tonight while my wife is supposed to be bring me dinner too. My alibi is I'm doing overtime. I'm not sure why I got myself into this predicament. Holy shit! BTW my ex is back. She responded to one of my old messages to her in Facebook. She knows I'm married but she wants to get back to me. I was already married when we first got together two years ago but she didn't know. She broke it up because she found out I was married. She doesn't know who my wife is. Now my fuck buddy is also coming home on the 21st to take some time off work. She lives in Dubai. She contacted me a few days and wanted to do some deeds when she gets back. I'm not good looking compared to these four women. I'm passable for someone to be with but not someone you can use as a trophy. I have a dad bod or whatever people call it. I'm sure this will blow on me eventually.

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I've stumbled on a pretty cool circle of friends in my new-ish town, people who accept me as I am (e.g. people I can be unashamed to be nerdy around). The guy who's the de-facto leader of our group is awesome but has an odd sense of humor. Sometimes we play board games and he likes them a bit... blue (like taboo kind of craziness), but very recently it got extra weird.

He took one of those adult board games, which is meant to be a trivia game with some risque dares, and turned it on its head, working with a printshop to get a new set of play cards built, so that a game that's meant to be 90% trivia and 10% dares became 10% trivia and 90% dares, and then he designed some of the dares to be as fucked as possible without completely crossing the line into bad people stuff.

Things I did that night:
-wore clothes inside out
-try to identify non-toxic item placed on tongue (turned out it was a cactus...)
-French kiss a girl (in this case it was her dare)
-Trade underwear with another dude.

Other actions witnessed but not participated in:
-man had to sing the Oompa Loompa song while doing an impression of the Truffle Shuffle of Goonies fame.
-One team had a game-long dare to feel themselves up everytime someone landed on a blue space.
-My teammate had to say "feed me, I'm a little piggy" everytime someone landed on an orange space, and the person who landed on that space would feed him anything they chose.
-One man had to stand on the front porch in his underwear with a superman pose for 30 seconds.

This'll be my third year following this thread, finally have something worth contributing.

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The following happened during my year in 6th grade. There was this one girl in class that was super popular, but actually really obnoxious. For one or another reason, she disliked me (i guess it was mostly because I came from a rather poor family) and didn't hold back to show that. She kept bullying me for half a year, all sorts of petty stuff that by itself could be shrugged off, but when it accumulated, I just kept growing my hatred for her. That's when i decided to do something.

It was afternoon, we had sports education inside a big gym hall. Boys and girls had seperate changing rooms and they got locked once everybody was inside the hall. If you had to go to the toilet you'd have to ask the teacher for the key, which happened quite often.

So she had been specially terrible that week, making fun of my handicapped sister who she knew about god knows why. Anyway, i REALLY wanted to get back at her. So I went for something ... juvenile, i guess. First, though, you need to know that I happened to have my own changing room key. That was because my uncle worked as a coach for some sports team at the same gym hall. Why is it relevant that I had that key? Well, I asked the teacher for the key so I could enter the boys' changing room. The key would have to be left in the door's keyhole for making sure that nobody left the gym during class. Guess who COULD leave, though? Yeah, me, using the second key.

But I didn't leave. Instead I opened the outer door to the girls' changing room and went in there. I looked for the bully's backpack and took out her lunch box. It was the afternoon, so it was naturally empty by this point. I made sure to change that. With perfect timing and skill, I pooped the perfect shit sausage into her lunch box. I carefully closed it and put it back inside her backpack. Sneaked back to the boys' room, return to the hall, finished afternoon sports as if nothing ever happened. And that stayed this way.

I wondered why there was no huge uproar, although I noticed that the bully girl had quietened down considerably. I found out why a couple days later. My mom was member in some parents/moms circle where several moms met up regularly, talking, drinking tee, eating cake, etc.. That's where she heard (and later told me) what happened. So bully girl never checked the refilled lunch box. Ok. Her mom took it out of her backpack. However, she didn't check either. Apparently, she just put it in the fridge, to then give it her husband for lunch at work the next day. Guess who finally checked the box. Mhm, her dad.

Now, this was bad for all the obvious reasons, but the real issue was that when bully girl claimed it wasn't her doing, nobody believed her, because apparently she had thrown a bad temper recently and calles to her dad 'eat shit!'. That was all the 'evidence' it took for her dad to believe it all to be further escalating from her part. In the end, we never so her participating in anything outside of class. Up until graduation, she wasn't allowed to leave the house.

Up to this day I'm not sure if I should feel bad for her. But either way, I got to shit in someone's lunch box and got away with it. Always felt like my little very own Shawshanks Redemption.

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Maximus said:

I miss Ronito. He had a way of talking about the confessions that just felt right.

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captive said:

What happened to ronito? Did he come to the new forum?

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