Just the other day, a girl from my group lost her mom to the grave. I caught her sobbing her heart out in the hallway, tears streaming like a damn river. Curious, I asked what the hell was wrong. She choked out that living without her mom was pure fucking torture, an unbearable void. Trying to lift her spirits, I wrapped her in a tight hug and whispered, "Hey, sweetheart, don’t drown in despair. You’ll be reunited with your mom before you know it..." Yeah, I’m a complete dumbass for saying that.
#grief #loss #awkward #facepalm

Landed a gig as an operator at Sberbank, and I’m two weeks in already.
I’m playing the friendly card hard—greeting everyone with a firm handshake and a big-ass grin.
But there’s this one boss who never shakes back. Not once.
I’m walking around, stewing in my head: What the hell is this? Does he think I’m beneath him? Too proud to acknowledge a newbie? Keeping score of the fresh meat?
Then today, the truth hits like a damn freight train—he doesn’t have a hand. Hasn’t for two freaking years.
And the kicker? Every single soul in the office knew, except for yours truly.
Talk about a stellar way to kick off with the new crew.
#awkward #worklife #facepalm #newbie