Had a customer service manager talking to a woman about a return. He’d already told her he couldn’t do it a few times. She demanded he get his manager. He, no joke, spins a circle and says, “They said no.”.

Why? Why do I live? Why am i such a disappointment? Why can't I be like my family? Why, why, WHY?! Would they even care if I left, if I went away forever? Or would they continue to laugh and smile, without me? Why do I pretend everything's fine? Why do I pretend to care? Why do I pretend to be happy? Is there something wrong with me? WHAT'S WRONG WITH ME!? Does my family care? Am I alone?

One of my best friends was working as a section manager in a retail store. He bought a box of like, 400 rubber duckies off Amazon and started leaving a single one on his boss' desk at random times. Never said a word to her about it, and would pick odd times to do it to throw her off the scent - like if he came on an off day to shop, he'd sneak one in. He'd come in 30 mins before his shift started to do it. He'd stay late to do it.

He did this for *at least* six months before he got promoted and got a transfer. On his last day of work he walked into her office with the box of the rest and turned them upside down on her desk.

She hit something like a combo of hysterical laughter and sobbing - "OH MY GOD I THOUGHT I WAS GOING INSANE".