August 11, 2025 • 32 mins
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Speaker 1 (00:00):
Hey there, mister Redder here, welcome back to another episode
of our slash entitled People Stories. Our first story we'll
be reading today. Karen ruins my professional cookwaar. After that,
am I the jerk for making my boyfriend do all
of the chores? And after that, six dirty dishes made
me quit this job. Now, for every thumbs up, this
video gits one, Karen does not get to destroy anyone's cookwaar. Oh,
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how I love the sound of fork scraping on teflon,
So please smash that like button and subscribe and turn
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Karen ruins my professional cookwaar. The problem started when my
girlfriend moved in about two years ago. I'm a former
professional chef with a great passion for food. Over the years,
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I've gotten myself a lot of kitchen equipment that's quite expensive.
If it breaks, I won't be able to replace it
for at least a couple of months that I take
care of as if it's my little baby's. I have knives, pots,
and pans that I've kept in pristine condition, despite using
some of them a lot for ten years or more.
I also have a bunch of cheap, low quality equipment
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in my kitchen that I call my crap pans. When
she moved in, she asked me about them and why
don't just throw them away, and I jokingly told her
that I keep them in case I have people with
me that I don't trust in my kitchen. Sometime after
she moved in with me, I started noticing scratches in
my nonstick pans, dense in my knife edges, and deformations
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in my pots. I started observing my girlfriend when she
was cooking and saw her cutting stuff with one of
my Japanese chef knives directly on top of the stainless
steel counter, and I told her right away to use
a cutting board. I've seen that when she's done with
a pan, she puts it under running water to cool
it down. She uses dish washing soap in my cast
iron pans, and the list goes on. I've told her
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multiple times how to take care of the equipment and
what and what not to do, and pretty much every
time I correct her, she gets annoyed. So last week
I came home and to my horror, I saw my
five liter cast iron pot filled up with water that
had dishwasher soap. In it. It's one of my favorite
pots that I've seasoned over the course of fifteen years.
I snapped and told my girlfriend that she's not allowed
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to use my expensive equipment anymore, and showed her the
crap pans, and I told her that those are the
ones she's going to have to use in the future.
She thought I overreacted, but I refuse to budge. I'm
getting tired of resharpening knives every other day and having
to throw out pans that I've inherited from generations back
because they got deformed or rusted beyond restoration. She reminded
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me of how I said the crap pans were for
people that I don't trust, and questioned whether I trust
her or not, which shall I do? Just not with
my kitchen equipment. So please enlighten me. Am I the
jerk for banning my girlfriend from using my kitchen equipment?
I'm going to say, not the jerk. I'm the same
as you. I am a one woman army in the kitchen,
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and I have some expensive knives and equipment that I've
been gifted over the years. I learned how to take
good care of them. All. I do ninety nine percent
of the cooking in my house, and my husband used
to also accidentally mess up my stuff. When he did,
I told him to either do the right things to
clean them, or to just leave it if he forgets
how to use it, and I'll take care of it.
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You explained how to properly clean and care for your stuff,
and she isn't doing it. And on top of that,
she's getting visibly annoyed when you remind her she doesn't
care about this stuff that you clearly do. Plus it's
not like you gave her a no alternative. There are
pots and pans and knives that she can still use.
I think it's fine to have stuff that's just your
own for whatever reasons you want to have them. In
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this case, she's not respecting your stuff, so you get
to have your own and she has hers. Well, what
do you think should Op let his girlfriend use his
cookwar or not? Please let us know if redded boy
scratched my teflon, he'd need a new head. Am I
the jerk for making my boyfriend do all of the chores?
I thirty female run a small online business from home.
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November and December are my busiest times of the year
when I'm a lot of money that allows me to
work less during the year. I've been doing this since
I was twenty five, so I've got a decent idea
of what I can and cannot do, and focusing on
work only for one to two months is a sacrifice
I'm willing to make for their chill rest of the year.
This year, I've moved in with my boyfriend Mail thirty five. Well,
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technically he moved in with me because I own the house,
so it was a no brainer for him to move
in with me. We split chores half in half. He
works full time thirty seven point five hours a week.
When he moved in, I had a talk with him
letting him know that I can't do any chores in
November or December and asked if he could pick up
the slack because I'm physically unable to do any chores
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as I can be working anywhere between twelve to eighteen
hours a day. I take a full January off to decompress.
He said he doubted I worked that much, but we
would see. I asked again in September and October to
make sure that he was aware that I won't be
doing anything. I meal prepped in advance, and I felt
he kind of dismissed me. Mid November, we had an
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argument about my chores not being done, and I reminded
him of what I told him. He said that he
thought I wasn't being serious and told me there's no
way he'd do one hundred percent of the chores because
he's working too. I said, fine, don't do my chores.
They can wait until I have time. That's how I
was when I lived alone. No problem, I don't make
much mess anyway. He wasn't happy, but dropped it. We
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haven't seen each other much because I've been working so much,
but he's been more and more upset and blew up
at me today regarding the chores. He said I had
to have a better work life balance and to grow
up because the house was a mess. I told him
if it was a mess, it was his fault because
I barely leave my office. He called me a lazy jerk.
I told him I didn't have time for arguing, and
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I went back to working. He stood in front of
my locked office door shouting how he couldn't believe I
was being serious about not doing chores and it was
a jerk move to leave it all up to him.
He thinks I'm a major jerk for base disappearing for
two months and following through with not doing chores. Am
I really the jerk for saying I won't do chores
and following through with it? Not the jerk? Someone who
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called me a lazy jerk in my house wouldn't be
living in it much longer he called you a lazy jerk.
That kind of disrespect and rudeness in a relationship would
not fly with me and he'd be out. Not the jerk. Wow,
your boyfriend is showing his true colors. Believe him. I
know that right now you don't have time to rearrange
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your life, but once January comes around, you should give
yourself the gift of losing the deadbeat boyfriend for what
it's worth. I'm married and both me and my husband
have gone through times where we had to pick up
the slack for each other for whatever reason. And it's
not always a work reason. There could be health issues,
the birth of a child, travel, and a billion other
things that come up. Your boyfriend is showing you that
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he will throw a fit and call you names whenever
he needs to support you. This is bad, really bad.
It should be a deal breaker. Everyone sucks here. You're
a grown woman and can clean after yourself. Many people
work crazy hours, and not just during two months of
the year, but they keep their shared living spaces clean.
Your boyfriend escalated it by calling you names, and he
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could have helped out more, especially knowing that you're stressed.
I think you need to both sit down and have
a conversation, or you may not be happy in a
relationship in a month. The answers on here are funny.
If the situation were switched and a man said this
to his wife, everyone would be saying he is a
jerk because she works too and chores should be shared.
It should be the same in this other direction as well.
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She can take an hour or two and do chores.
I work for an accounting firm and quite frequently work
fourteen to sixteen hour days, not including commute, and I
still keep up my end of the chores. Instead of
sleeping in on Saturday or Sunday, I get up and
catch up on chores. She can do the same. We
get it. A woman hurt you, But no, she communicated
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perfectly multiple times. Set herself up for sex, says a
thirty five year old freeloader who pays no bills and
doesn't want to contribute at all. Is the jerk. I
am a woman. As I said, he's not taking advantage
of her. He's complying with their agreement. She can still
do her part. She might not do it every day,
but she can give up an hour or two of
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sleep on the weekends to get it done. It's not
rocket science, you know full well. If a man would
have made this post, people would be all over him saying, oh,
you expect her to do everything and clean up after you,
blah blah blah. But when it is a woman posting
that she is working a lot and can't do chores,
then it's all good and fine. Talk about a double standard. Well,
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who do you think is the jerk? Opie or her boyfriend?
Please let us know. I love it when the minion's
on Reddit get into corals with one another. Six dirty
dishes made me quit this place? Perhaps relevant? I opened
this location as the assistant manager, took a long maternity leave,
then returned as a shift lead. The GM is the
same one I was assistant to do in August, the
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morning cook quit and we still haven't replaced him. I've
been doing twice the work since then. The start of
my shift is stressful because I set up the entire
cook line alone in ninety minutes. I do all this,
turn on all the equipment, turn on six of the
eight fryers, clean the filter machine, filter the other two fryers,
and turn them on. Top of the fryers with fresh oil.
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Stock up two stations with about one hundred and fifty
pounds of meat on each. Set up ice, bath and
batter for both stations, make and hot hold our buffalo sauce,
temp all the fryers, start two new time control logs,
set up sanitation water and hot soapy water, and have
all of the fried chicken ready before we open, so
drop about twenty minutes before open. Yesterday morning, I was
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five minutes late due to the snow. There were multiple
containers of chicken that were half full or less, so
I had to spend time consolidating them. There was also
not a drop of batter in the house, so I
had to make a whole batch, which takes at least
five minutes. Finally, all our livers were spoiled, so I
had to take those out to the dumpster and take
them off the pos basically, about fifteen minutes of not
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setting up the line. As I'm scrambling to finish the
batter I made, the kitchen aid Marta tells me, I
need to do my dishes. I had dropped off a
couple chicken containers, the pan that had the spoiled livers,
a bawl, and two whisks. She was training one of
the line cooks and kitchen aid duties, so there was
an extra person. This means she had less to do
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and was doing dishes immediately when they came to the dishpit.
As I'm rushing to open the line alone, I saw
her just stand around watching the trainee. I clarified three
times that she was talking about me. I was so
taken aback for multiple reasons. One, she saw me hustling
to do all this crap and I was running behind. Two.
I always contribute to the dishes. I even stay late
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sometimes to do all the dishes and clean the dishpit
and put in fresh water before the evening kitchen aid comes. Three,
I'm a shift lead and she supposedly subordinate. I simply
said I'm too busy right now, to which she said, no,
it doesn't matter. I told her I would do them
later then, and walked away to continue setting up the line.
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It's twenty five minutes before open at this point, and
I'm only halfway set up. When I come back to
get the second batter container, she stops me again. She
tells me that dishes are all our responsibility and we
have to collaborate as a team. Okay, then leave them
aside and I'll do them later. She immediately says, no,
I have no problem doing the dishes. I actually genuinely
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enjoy it. It's soothing to take something dirty and make
it clean. The water is warm and the soap smells nice.
I just can't wash dishes and also set up the
entire cook line while out on time crunch. The general manager,
Bill arrived a couple minutes after the altercation, immediately discredited
my thoughts and feelings on this. He kept repeating that
it wasn't a big deal and that she didn't realize
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I was so busy when I said, that's not the point.
Her saying and lecturing me about how to do my
job is called insubordination. Bill actually rolled his eyes and
said it's not that serious and to calm down. Marta
did not need to apologize to me. She was passive
aggressive the rest of the shift. She put me in
danger by not calling out basic kitchen safety things like
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behind you with hot or of an opening behind you.
She opened the oven door and it actually grazed my leg,
and she didn't say anything. Marta then argued with Bill
about cutting the potatoes. He said she was cutting them
too small. There was a back and forth. Then later
I checked and the potatoes were cut the way Marta
likes them. She runs this store now, apparently, I had
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to work the rest of the shift feeling like craft.
Bill even told me I should apologize to Martha so
things aren't awkward. I retorted that she should be written
up for insubordination. Bill rolled his eyes again. At the
end of my shift, I put in my resignation. I
told him that he expects me to do all the
manager duties, but I don't get the same respect. I
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let him know that he discredited everything I said and
solidly defended Marta. I even let him know that I
don't have a job lined up, but I just couldn't
take the disrespect. I'm sad. I loved that job. I
could see myself there another ten or twenty years, but
the way Bill handled that situation was the glass shattering moment.
I am not valued, I am not respected. I work
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so hard and I have a supportive management style. I'm
always helping wherever the work is needed. Being lectured on
dishes is just straight up offensive to me, and Bill
did nothing to support me. Edit. Talk to the office
manager of a dental office I used to work for,
and I start Monday to those weirdos attacking me. Weird
that you assume my income supports my kid and my
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womanly emotions have now caused us to be on the streets.
My husband makes more than enough for me to not
even work, and it's my choice to work. I quit
with nothing lined up because I knew i'd have a
new job in days, and that I don't even need
a job at all. Why do you people spread hate
and anger like that. This is just an event that
a lot of people here can relate to, nothing more.
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It's not that serious. Calm down? Am I the jerk
for making a scene when my son refused to dance
with me? This all started when my son Ben graduated
high school. There was a formal dance. I was very
excited for the mother son dance. Every time I brought
it up, Ben would say he wasn't going to dance.
I didn't take him seriously. I thought he was just
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being shy. When we got to the formal everything was beautiful,
But when it came time for the formal dances, he
was nowhere to be seen. I approached my older daughter, Alice,
and my husband, who I could see were talking and laughing.
I asked if they had seen Ben, and they laughed
and said he was going to go hide so he
didn't have to dance. I was absolutely heartbroken. My son
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was literally hiding from me. I stood in the corner
during the mother's son dance, watching all his friends dance
with their moms. I couldn't take it, so I told
my husband and daughter that I was walking home. When
they got home, Ben walked right past me and when
to his room to get ready for the after party.
My daughter hugged me and went to go get ready
because she was driving Ben to the party. After our
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kids left, my husband and I had an argument about
what had happened. He said he was appalled at my
behavior and that I was acting like a kid. I
said that the least Ben could have done was dance
with his mother. He said that today was supposed to
be about him and his accomplishment, not me. But in
my opinion, today should have also been about celebrating the
people who helped him get to where he is now.
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Things got quite heated, and before going inside, my husband
said that he wasn't going to force his son to
do something he didn't want to do on his day.
I was taken aback by this, so I just stayed
on the porch, trying not to cry. I thought my
husband would support me. Later, my daughter returns home and
sees me crying. She gives me a hug and gave
me a chocolate bar to try to cheer me up.
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If no one else, my daughter would be on my side.
She danced with me at her graduation, she danced with
her father. She understood how important this day was for me.
I am if she was on my side. She said
something along the lines of I know you're upset, but
I don't know what you expected from him. It took
a few days before we really spoke to each other again,
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and after a few weeks everything went back to normal.
Coming back to the present, my daughter recently got engaged.
We were talking about it on a family FaceTime and
the topic of when Ben will get married came up.
He said he was never going to get married because
he doesn't want to deal with another round of dance drama.
When I asked him to clarify, he said that he
was obviously referring to his graduation. I was appalled at
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this attack. He won't get married because of me. I
won't lie. I'm upset that he still does not want
to dance with me, even at his own wedding. Now
my husband is mad at me. My son refuses to
answer my calls or texts. Am I the jerk for
making a scene and starting an argument because my son
never wants to dance with me at it Okay, it
appears as though the response is pretty unanimous, and I
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have a lot of thinking to do. You're the jerk.
When he said I don't want to dance, that should
have been the end of the story. It sounds like
you walk over his boundaries often, and that was one
of the first times he's spoken up to you about it.
You're going to be a very interesting mother in law.
I don't understand why he couldn't have had just one
dance with his mom for the son and mother dance
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while all of his other classmates did. Was he too
cool to dance with his mom? I'm pretty sure every
teenager feels that way, but the others somehow managed to
make it through one dance with their moms. Hopefully he
will be really embarrassed for humiliating you this way. I'm
not gonna lie. All these your the jerk comments are
a little harsh. I do agree with the son having
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the right to say no to the dance, but it
is a little harsh. His mom was excited for this dance.
I feel for her too, as someone with a husband
that refuses to dance for anything, even weddings, I sympathize.
I'm sorry that this experience hurt you, Opie. I don't
think you're the jerk, but nor is your son. It
just sucks no jerk's here. Well, who do you think
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is the jerk, Opie or her son? Please let us
know if Reddit boy wanted to dance with me, he'd
need a new I know, I know, I'd need a
new head, eh. I was just good to say you'd
need a new pair of shoes. Those things have been
falling apart for the last three years I do work here. Now.
My birthday is coming up soon, so I decided as
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a gift to myself, I would buy another guitar. You
can never have too many guitars. I figure, I'm going
to be fifty five in a few days, so why not.
I went to the local music store. I haunt from
my strings, straps, picks, and the occasional repair. Since I'm
an incompetent move when it comes to the electronics. As
I walked around trying to see if there was a
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strat that caught my interest, I would take a guitar,
plug it in, check the action, intonation, see if it
worked for me, if I like the sound, and yes,
I played Stairway to Heaven. That forbidden riff is just
crap from Wayne's world that people bought into. The employees
at the store don't really care about what you play,
as long as you're not a jerk hammering away on
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the guitar with the amps cranked up when they just
want to get through their workday like everyone else. I
also played Pink, Floyd Queen, and some Metallica. As I played,
I noticed a girl around twelve or thirteen who was
watching me. I said, do you play guitar? The girl said,
with excitement in her voice, not yet. I'm here to
get my first guitar and sign up for lessons. Mom
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and dad said if I saved my money, they would
help me buy an electric guitar and pay for lessons.
I said, nice, who's your favorite guitarist? She smiled and said,
I like Wendy you know from Prince and the Purple
Revolution and lead a Ford, Carlos Santana, Brian May, and
most of all, Eddie van Halen. Nice. Can I make
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a suggestion? The girl nodded, and I suggested to start
with an entry level acoustic. That way, if she got
bored with it like some kids do, sadly, it wouldn't
be a big loss. Her mother walked over to me
and asked if I were to help them find one.
I agreed, and we went over to the acoustic section.
We tried several and found a nice dreadnought for a
decent price. I told the girl to hold it and
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see how it handles. The neck was a nice size
so she could wrap her hand around it, and the
girl said it's perfect. I said, here, take this pick.
I showed her how to hold it, and I gave
her a quick lesson on how to play the basic
one string at a time, and taught her how to
play the Happy Birthday song real quick. She's a natural
and picked it up quickly. I found the guitar I
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wanted a flying V and walked over to the register
with it in my greedy hands. The mother said to
the cashier, we'll take this one, and I want to
sign my daughter up for lessons. This salesman is really good.
Will he be giving the lessons? The cashier, who I've
known for years, said, he doesn't work here. He's a
customer like you, but I have known him since we
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opened and he's a really good guitarist. I've been wanting
to hire him as a teacher for a long time.
The mother said, he doesn't work here, but he's so
good at sales and a good teacher. The cashier looked
at me and said, said, there's a job offer on
the table. You wouldn't deny this sweet girl the chance
to learn from you, would you. I looked at the girl,
who was now giving me the biggest doe eyes and said,
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simply please, I said, I just retired from working last month.
I guess I'm now semi retired. I never thought in
my life I would be giving guitar lessons, but now
every other day I'm going to be giving lessons at
a decent pay. Too crazy how things work out. I
know this isn't usually what you read here, but I
thought it was fitting and sorry about formatting. I'm not
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a professional writer by trade. My past life I owned
a restaurant. Am I the jerk for going on a
trip with my family that my wife isn't going on? Recently,
my parents surprised me, twenty six, mail, and my siblings,
who are sixteen and nineteen, with a ski trip this December,
the day after Christmas. My parents offered to pay for
my expenses and said that my wife, who's twenty four,
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was welcome to come, but she would need to pay
her own way. My wife and I are okay financially,
but with the trip being so close to Christmas, we
wouldn't be able to afford to pay for her to go.
Despite this, I really wanted to go on the trip,
as it was always a dream of mine to go
on a trip like this. My family grew up dirt
poor until I was about fifteen, when my parents' business
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took off and now they're extremely comfortable and they can
afford to pay for trips like this for us. They
could certainly afford to pay for my wife to also go,
but they have always been this way about when it
comes to pay for things for me versus my wife.
My parents think it's only fair to pay for me
when we go out to eat or go on trips
because they are still paying for my siblings. I don't
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ask them to, but it is nice to save money.
So on every trip they will pay my way, room
and board, excursions, meals, while my wife was expected to
pay her way. This started before we were married. This
has always bothered my wife, especially after we got married,
and they still excluded her. So in these past two
years since we got married, I tried to limit the
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trips since they bother her so much. But this is
a once in a lifetime trip for me, so I
thought she would be supportive of me going, but she's
very upset and hurt. She wants to go on the trip,
but like I said, we just can't afford it, which
she understands. She told me she does want me to
have this experience, but she's sad because she thinks my
parents purposefully exclude her. Am I the jerk for choosing
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to go on the trip and leaving her behind. I
still have time to cancel on my parents, but I
know they would be sad. So you are well aware
that your parents are intentionally excluding your wife and apparently
this is definitely not the first time, and you don't
understand why she's so hurt and upset about this, especially
when it's during Christmas. Think about it, dude, think real hard.
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You're the jerk. You really think your parents don't know
what they're doing here? Save up and do a similar
trip with your wife as a couple if it's that
important to you, You're the jerk. You're the jerk. Either
she's family to your parents or she isn't, and clearly
she isn't, And you're a serious jerk to your wife
by letting your family continuously exclude her. They should either
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be paying for both of you or you and your
wife should be covering for the two of yourselves. Well,
what do you think is OPI the jerk or not?
Please let us know. Bruh. What's with all the adults
on Reddit who still have mommy and daddy pay for
their stuff. I just don't get it. Am I the
jerk for telling the entire family that my brother is
getting married after he made the wedding on my son's birthday.
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I'm one of six kids, but this post is about
my younger brother, who's forty. I have four kids who
are twenty, eighteen, fifteen, and ten. My brother has five
who are sixteen, fifteen, twelve, three, and four. We don't
get together often because my girls and his oldest don't
get along, and because we're a four hour plane ride
from each other. My son's birthday is around Thanksgiving. We've
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always had my family on Thanksgiving and we always have
a big family party for his birthday. My brother is
a busy person. He owns a large company, so I
was asking him what day he'd be available for the party.
He wasn't available any day, which I thought was weird
considering he always tries to meet with me and the
rest of our family around Thanksgiving. Then I got a
text from a mutual friend asking what I was wearing
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to my brother's wedding and if I had any ideas
for a gift since he couldn't find a registry. I
asked her what she was talking about and my friend
told me that he was getting married. I didn't even
know he was engaged. He told us last year that
he was in a relationship and they had just had
a child together, but nothing about getting married. After some digging,
I found out that the wedding would be on my
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son's birthday and only two of our siblings and their
kids are invited. I thought this was incredibly rude of him,
so I decided to tell the entire family at Thanksgiving
that he was getting married, when and where. Some family
members made an appearance at his wedding and he found
out I was the one who told them about it.
He called me the next day screaming at me for
ruining his wedding, then blocked me on everything. I'm starting
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to feel bad, so I wanted to know if I
was the jerk at it. I'm seeing that some people
are confused. First of all, my brother didn't want a
small wedding. Were at least three hundred to four hundred
people at the wedding. Second, the wedding was not on Thanksgiving.
It was on my son's birthday, which is very close
to Thanksgiving. You're the jerk, Holy Moly, Clearly he has
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a reason for not inviting you and the other family.
Maybe do some self reflection into that you maliciously told
your family they crashed his wedding. I hope your apple
falls far away from the tree. Karen, neighbor asks me
to close my windows. I thirty female, work from home.
I also obviously live at home. I never have my
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curtains or blinds closed unless it's too sunny out or
too hot the issue. Recently, my neighbors approached me when
I was outside taking out the trash and informed me
that they were uncomfortable with being able to see into
my windows and the fact that I can always see
into theirs. I don't. Frankly, I could give a hoot
about what my neighbors are doing. I'm either watching TV, working,
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or sleeping or not at home. I just told them
not to worry because I'm not looking anyways. They went
on about my life and thought little more of it.
A few weeks passed and then my neighbors caught me
outside again while I was walking home and they were
washing their car. This time, they were much more abrasive,
essentially telling me I needed to close my blinds from
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now on because they're tired of being uncomfortable with my
windows always open. I again told them I don't pay
attention to them, and they're the ones constantly checking in.
They can close their own blinds. Then they said that
they stopped using their patio because they can see me
working and they know I'm taking glances at them. I
just laughed at them at that point and told them
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they're nowhere near as interesting as they think for me
to waste my time looking at them. Patty, I know,
but I didn't appreciate their attitude. This was a few
days ago. I told some friends, and naturally, some are
on my side and others are telling me I'm creepy
and I just need to close my blinds like a
normal person. Now I'm second guessing myself and I'm looking
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to you read it. I don't think I'm the jerk here,
but maybe I'm biased towards myself and my own needs.
So am I the jerk? Edit to note, as there's
been some confusion about how the setup is. We're not
in the same building. I live in a corner unit
of my building. Very lucky. No neighbors above or below
me in my building on the second floor directly across
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from me as another older apartment building with giant evergreen
trees for privacy, like fifty to seventy five feet tall.
They're not the issue. The neighbors with the issue are
beside that building to the left, so they have to
look diagonally across the alley to look into my apartment.
Not the jerk. Your neighbors are ridiculously paranoid. If they
have such a problem with your blinds open, why don't
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they just close theirs. The current situation is only bothering them,
so they should be the ones to come up with
a solution. Well, what would you do in the situation?
Would you close your blinds to keep the neighbors happy
or not? Please let us know. I'd open them even
more and wave at them every time I see them.
You won't creepy, I'll show you. Try to pile on
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more work to raise your bonus, not gonna happen. I
oversee a team of a dozen folks when it's fully staffed.
We had a fellow move out of state for school.
A lady retired to care for her grandkids when her
daughter got sick. Then three people promote up within the organization,
all within four weeks time. So almost half the team
suddenly became unavailable. While I'm involved in the recruiting and
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onboarding process, management up to three levels above me tends
to be a bottleneck. Each time someone let me know
that they're moving on, I informed management and gave them
a running total. We're at eighty four percent staffing, We're
at sixty six percent staffing, et cetera. Ads were placed
first round interviews conducted by me and a team lead,
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second interviews recommended to the next level of management, and
that's where the process suddenly stopped for a week, then two,
then three. It commonly takes two to three weeks after
hire to bring a new person up to speed to
start being productive, and perhaps eight weeks for a new
person to reach ninety to ninety five percent of medium
productivity goals. The existing team was ready to pull together
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and work harder to keep up the work, but I
took each one aside and coached them that the heavy
workload they were under was not their problem to solve. Yes,
customers were complaining. Yes, other groups in the organization were
getting frustrated that our team wasn't getting things done in
a timely fashion. I encouraged them to work efficiently and well,
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but to not put in extra unpaid time or contribute
their own resources to projects. And if anyone was insistent
in their complaints regarding the team's productivity, send them to
me and I would explain the situation. Middle and upper
manglement across the organization started vocalizing about how little work
was getting done. When I played the UNO reverse card
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that hey, all we need is adequate, well trained staff
and we'll be able to keep up. And Managers one,
two and probably Executive one all have potential interviewees on
their desk for almost a month now, I started getting
the stink eye from those folks. I found out later
that one or a couple of these folks that I
report to and were also the next wrongs in the
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hiring ladder, had proposed the idea that this team could
run just as well a little leaner, so they arranged
to find out. Oopsie Daisy metrics syndicated that organizational goals
weren't met because of their decision. But I was able
to provide the stats that proved that the team's individual
goals were met and that in many respects per person
efficiencies were improved. My team members got their bonus. Middle
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management failed to achieve, so no bonus for them that year. Reply,
well done, congrats on backing up and looking out for
your team. Two years ago, I was part of a
team of six, then two were let go, then another
left for a new job, then the lockdown and one
was laid off. Then another hit or breaking point and
left by May. I was the only one left. I
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tried but didn't run myself into the ground, had a
meltdown on my boss, and got a substantial raise. Let
a lot of things go as I prioritized my tasks.
We're back up to five now, and the auditors are
asking questions about why stuff wasn't done in the latter
part of twenty nineteen and early twenty twenty. Oops. I
bluntly told the auditors that we had a drastic staff
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decrease and I was not able to do the work
of six people. They understood completely. But middle management is
now scrambling to do all the misted work, and I
got another raise because absolutely nothing in my job description
was pinged by the auditors. Support our channel by joining
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You won't believe what Karen does in that one
Hey there, mister Redder here, welcome back to another episode
of our slash entitled People Stories. Our first story we'll
be reading today. Karen ruins my professional cookwaar. After that,
am I the jerk for making my boyfriend do all
of the chores? And after that, six dirty dishes made
me quit this job. Now, for every thumbs up, this
video gits one, Karen does not get to destroy anyone's cookwaar. Oh,
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Karen ruins my professional cookwaar. The problem started when my
girlfriend moved in about two years ago. I'm a former
professional chef with a great passion for food. Over the years,
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I've gotten myself a lot of kitchen equipment that's quite expensive.
If it breaks, I won't be able to replace it
for at least a couple of months that I take
care of as if it's my little baby's. I have knives, pots,
and pans that I've kept in pristine condition, despite using
some of them a lot for ten years or more.
I also have a bunch of cheap, low quality equipment
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in my kitchen that I call my crap pans. When
she moved in, she asked me about them and why
don't just throw them away, and I jokingly told her
that I keep them in case I have people with
me that I don't trust in my kitchen. Sometime after
she moved in with me, I started noticing scratches in
my nonstick pans, dense in my knife edges, and deformations
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in my pots. I started observing my girlfriend when she
was cooking and saw her cutting stuff with one of
my Japanese chef knives directly on top of the stainless
steel counter, and I told her right away to use
a cutting board. I've seen that when she's done with
a pan, she puts it under running water to cool
it down. She uses dish washing soap in my cast
iron pans, and the list goes on. I've told her
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multiple times how to take care of the equipment and
what and what not to do, and pretty much every
time I correct her, she gets annoyed. So last week
I came home and to my horror, I saw my
five liter cast iron pot filled up with water that
had dishwasher soap. In it. It's one of my favorite
pots that I've seasoned over the course of fifteen years.
I snapped and told my girlfriend that she's not allowed
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to use my expensive equipment anymore, and showed her the
crap pans, and I told her that those are the
ones she's going to have to use in the future.
She thought I overreacted, but I refuse to budge. I'm
getting tired of resharpening knives every other day and having
to throw out pans that I've inherited from generations back
because they got deformed or rusted beyond restoration. She reminded
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me of how I said the crap pans were for
people that I don't trust, and questioned whether I trust
her or not, which shall I do? Just not with
my kitchen equipment. So please enlighten me. Am I the
jerk for banning my girlfriend from using my kitchen equipment?
I'm going to say, not the jerk. I'm the same
as you. I am a one woman army in the kitchen,
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and I have some expensive knives and equipment that I've
been gifted over the years. I learned how to take
good care of them. All. I do ninety nine percent
of the cooking in my house, and my husband used
to also accidentally mess up my stuff. When he did,
I told him to either do the right things to
clean them, or to just leave it if he forgets
how to use it, and I'll take care of it.
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You explained how to properly clean and care for your stuff,
and she isn't doing it. And on top of that,
she's getting visibly annoyed when you remind her she doesn't
care about this stuff that you clearly do. Plus it's
not like you gave her a no alternative. There are
pots and pans and knives that she can still use.
I think it's fine to have stuff that's just your
own for whatever reasons you want to have them. In
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this case, she's not respecting your stuff, so you get
to have your own and she has hers. Well, what
do you think should Op let his girlfriend use his
cookwar or not? Please let us know if redded boy
scratched my teflon, he'd need a new head. Am I
the jerk for making my boyfriend do all of the chores?
I thirty female run a small online business from home.
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November and December are my busiest times of the year
when I'm a lot of money that allows me to
work less during the year. I've been doing this since
I was twenty five, so I've got a decent idea
of what I can and cannot do, and focusing on
work only for one to two months is a sacrifice
I'm willing to make for their chill rest of the year.
This year, I've moved in with my boyfriend Mail thirty five. Well,
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technically he moved in with me because I own the house,
so it was a no brainer for him to move
in with me. We split chores half in half. He
works full time thirty seven point five hours a week.
When he moved in, I had a talk with him
letting him know that I can't do any chores in
November or December and asked if he could pick up
the slack because I'm physically unable to do any chores
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as I can be working anywhere between twelve to eighteen
hours a day. I take a full January off to decompress.
He said he doubted I worked that much, but we
would see. I asked again in September and October to
make sure that he was aware that I won't be
doing anything. I meal prepped in advance, and I felt
he kind of dismissed me. Mid November, we had an
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argument about my chores not being done, and I reminded
him of what I told him. He said that he
thought I wasn't being serious and told me there's no
way he'd do one hundred percent of the chores because
he's working too. I said, fine, don't do my chores.
They can wait until I have time. That's how I
was when I lived alone. No problem, I don't make
much mess anyway. He wasn't happy, but dropped it. We
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haven't seen each other much because I've been working so much,
but he's been more and more upset and blew up
at me today regarding the chores. He said I had
to have a better work life balance and to grow
up because the house was a mess. I told him
if it was a mess, it was his fault because
I barely leave my office. He called me a lazy jerk.
I told him I didn't have time for arguing, and
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I went back to working. He stood in front of
my locked office door shouting how he couldn't believe I
was being serious about not doing chores and it was
a jerk move to leave it all up to him.
He thinks I'm a major jerk for base disappearing for
two months and following through with not doing chores. Am
I really the jerk for saying I won't do chores
and following through with it? Not the jerk? Someone who
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called me a lazy jerk in my house wouldn't be
living in it much longer he called you a lazy jerk.
That kind of disrespect and rudeness in a relationship would
not fly with me and he'd be out. Not the jerk. Wow,
your boyfriend is showing his true colors. Believe him. I
know that right now you don't have time to rearrange
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your life, but once January comes around, you should give
yourself the gift of losing the deadbeat boyfriend for what
it's worth. I'm married and both me and my husband
have gone through times where we had to pick up
the slack for each other for whatever reason. And it's
not always a work reason. There could be health issues,
the birth of a child, travel, and a billion other
things that come up. Your boyfriend is showing you that
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he will throw a fit and call you names whenever
he needs to support you. This is bad, really bad.
It should be a deal breaker. Everyone sucks here. You're
a grown woman and can clean after yourself. Many people
work crazy hours, and not just during two months of
the year, but they keep their shared living spaces clean.
Your boyfriend escalated it by calling you names, and he
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could have helped out more, especially knowing that you're stressed.
I think you need to both sit down and have
a conversation, or you may not be happy in a
relationship in a month. The answers on here are funny.
If the situation were switched and a man said this
to his wife, everyone would be saying he is a
jerk because she works too and chores should be shared.
It should be the same in this other direction as well.
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She can take an hour or two and do chores.
I work for an accounting firm and quite frequently work
fourteen to sixteen hour days, not including commute, and I
still keep up my end of the chores. Instead of
sleeping in on Saturday or Sunday, I get up and
catch up on chores. She can do the same. We
get it. A woman hurt you, But no, she communicated
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perfectly multiple times. Set herself up for sex, says a
thirty five year old freeloader who pays no bills and
doesn't want to contribute at all. Is the jerk. I
am a woman. As I said, he's not taking advantage
of her. He's complying with their agreement. She can still
do her part. She might not do it every day,
but she can give up an hour or two of
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sleep on the weekends to get it done. It's not
rocket science, you know full well. If a man would
have made this post, people would be all over him saying, oh,
you expect her to do everything and clean up after you,
blah blah blah. But when it is a woman posting
that she is working a lot and can't do chores,
then it's all good and fine. Talk about a double standard. Well,
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who do you think is the jerk? Opie or her boyfriend?
Please let us know. I love it when the minion's
on Reddit get into corals with one another. Six dirty
dishes made me quit this place? Perhaps relevant? I opened
this location as the assistant manager, took a long maternity leave,
then returned as a shift lead. The GM is the
same one I was assistant to do in August, the
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morning cook quit and we still haven't replaced him. I've
been doing twice the work since then. The start of
my shift is stressful because I set up the entire
cook line alone in ninety minutes. I do all this,
turn on all the equipment, turn on six of the
eight fryers, clean the filter machine, filter the other two fryers,
and turn them on. Top of the fryers with fresh oil.
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Stock up two stations with about one hundred and fifty
pounds of meat on each. Set up ice, bath and
batter for both stations, make and hot hold our buffalo sauce,
temp all the fryers, start two new time control logs,
set up sanitation water and hot soapy water, and have
all of the fried chicken ready before we open, so
drop about twenty minutes before open. Yesterday morning, I was
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five minutes late due to the snow. There were multiple
containers of chicken that were half full or less, so
I had to spend time consolidating them. There was also
not a drop of batter in the house, so I
had to make a whole batch, which takes at least
five minutes. Finally, all our livers were spoiled, so I
had to take those out to the dumpster and take
them off the pos basically, about fifteen minutes of not
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setting up the line. As I'm scrambling to finish the
batter I made, the kitchen aid Marta tells me, I
need to do my dishes. I had dropped off a
couple chicken containers, the pan that had the spoiled livers,
a bawl, and two whisks. She was training one of
the line cooks and kitchen aid duties, so there was
an extra person. This means she had less to do
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and was doing dishes immediately when they came to the dishpit.
As I'm rushing to open the line alone, I saw
her just stand around watching the trainee. I clarified three
times that she was talking about me. I was so
taken aback for multiple reasons. One, she saw me hustling
to do all this crap and I was running behind. Two.
I always contribute to the dishes. I even stay late
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sometimes to do all the dishes and clean the dishpit
and put in fresh water before the evening kitchen aid comes. Three,
I'm a shift lead and she supposedly subordinate. I simply
said I'm too busy right now, to which she said, no,
it doesn't matter. I told her I would do them
later then, and walked away to continue setting up the line.
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It's twenty five minutes before open at this point, and
I'm only halfway set up. When I come back to
get the second batter container, she stops me again. She
tells me that dishes are all our responsibility and we
have to collaborate as a team. Okay, then leave them
aside and I'll do them later. She immediately says, no,
I have no problem doing the dishes. I actually genuinely
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enjoy it. It's soothing to take something dirty and make
it clean. The water is warm and the soap smells nice.
I just can't wash dishes and also set up the
entire cook line while out on time crunch. The general manager,
Bill arrived a couple minutes after the altercation, immediately discredited
my thoughts and feelings on this. He kept repeating that
it wasn't a big deal and that she didn't realize
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I was so busy when I said, that's not the point.
Her saying and lecturing me about how to do my
job is called insubordination. Bill actually rolled his eyes and
said it's not that serious and to calm down. Marta
did not need to apologize to me. She was passive
aggressive the rest of the shift. She put me in
danger by not calling out basic kitchen safety things like
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behind you with hot or of an opening behind you.
She opened the oven door and it actually grazed my leg,
and she didn't say anything. Marta then argued with Bill
about cutting the potatoes. He said she was cutting them
too small. There was a back and forth. Then later
I checked and the potatoes were cut the way Marta
likes them. She runs this store now, apparently, I had
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to work the rest of the shift feeling like craft.
Bill even told me I should apologize to Martha so
things aren't awkward. I retorted that she should be written
up for insubordination. Bill rolled his eyes again. At the
end of my shift, I put in my resignation. I
told him that he expects me to do all the
manager duties, but I don't get the same respect. I
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let him know that he discredited everything I said and
solidly defended Marta. I even let him know that I
don't have a job lined up, but I just couldn't
take the disrespect. I'm sad. I loved that job. I
could see myself there another ten or twenty years, but
the way Bill handled that situation was the glass shattering moment.
I am not valued, I am not respected. I work
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so hard and I have a supportive management style. I'm
always helping wherever the work is needed. Being lectured on
dishes is just straight up offensive to me, and Bill
did nothing to support me. Edit. Talk to the office
manager of a dental office I used to work for,
and I start Monday to those weirdos attacking me. Weird
that you assume my income supports my kid and my
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womanly emotions have now caused us to be on the streets.
My husband makes more than enough for me to not
even work, and it's my choice to work. I quit
with nothing lined up because I knew i'd have a
new job in days, and that I don't even need
a job at all. Why do you people spread hate
and anger like that. This is just an event that
a lot of people here can relate to, nothing more.
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It's not that serious. Calm down? Am I the jerk
for making a scene when my son refused to dance
with me? This all started when my son Ben graduated
high school. There was a formal dance. I was very
excited for the mother son dance. Every time I brought
it up, Ben would say he wasn't going to dance.
I didn't take him seriously. I thought he was just
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being shy. When we got to the formal everything was beautiful,
But when it came time for the formal dances, he
was nowhere to be seen. I approached my older daughter, Alice,
and my husband, who I could see were talking and laughing.
I asked if they had seen Ben, and they laughed
and said he was going to go hide so he
didn't have to dance. I was absolutely heartbroken. My son
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was literally hiding from me. I stood in the corner
during the mother's son dance, watching all his friends dance
with their moms. I couldn't take it, so I told
my husband and daughter that I was walking home. When
they got home, Ben walked right past me and when
to his room to get ready for the after party.
My daughter hugged me and went to go get ready
because she was driving Ben to the party. After our
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kids left, my husband and I had an argument about
what had happened. He said he was appalled at my
behavior and that I was acting like a kid. I
said that the least Ben could have done was dance
with his mother. He said that today was supposed to
be about him and his accomplishment, not me. But in
my opinion, today should have also been about celebrating the
people who helped him get to where he is now.
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Things got quite heated, and before going inside, my husband
said that he wasn't going to force his son to
do something he didn't want to do on his day.
I was taken aback by this, so I just stayed
on the porch, trying not to cry. I thought my
husband would support me. Later, my daughter returns home and
sees me crying. She gives me a hug and gave
me a chocolate bar to try to cheer me up.
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If no one else, my daughter would be on my side.
She danced with me at her graduation, she danced with
her father. She understood how important this day was for me.
I am if she was on my side. She said
something along the lines of I know you're upset, but
I don't know what you expected from him. It took
a few days before we really spoke to each other again,
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and after a few weeks everything went back to normal.
Coming back to the present, my daughter recently got engaged.
We were talking about it on a family FaceTime and
the topic of when Ben will get married came up.
He said he was never going to get married because
he doesn't want to deal with another round of dance drama.
When I asked him to clarify, he said that he
was obviously referring to his graduation. I was appalled at
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this attack. He won't get married because of me. I
won't lie. I'm upset that he still does not want
to dance with me, even at his own wedding. Now
my husband is mad at me. My son refuses to
answer my calls or texts. Am I the jerk for
making a scene and starting an argument because my son
never wants to dance with me at it Okay, it
appears as though the response is pretty unanimous, and I
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have a lot of thinking to do. You're the jerk.
When he said I don't want to dance, that should
have been the end of the story. It sounds like
you walk over his boundaries often, and that was one
of the first times he's spoken up to you about it.
You're going to be a very interesting mother in law.
I don't understand why he couldn't have had just one
dance with his mom for the son and mother dance
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while all of his other classmates did. Was he too
cool to dance with his mom? I'm pretty sure every
teenager feels that way, but the others somehow managed to
make it through one dance with their moms. Hopefully he
will be really embarrassed for humiliating you this way. I'm
not gonna lie. All these your the jerk comments are
a little harsh. I do agree with the son having
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the right to say no to the dance, but it
is a little harsh. His mom was excited for this dance.
I feel for her too, as someone with a husband
that refuses to dance for anything, even weddings, I sympathize.
I'm sorry that this experience hurt you, Opie. I don't
think you're the jerk, but nor is your son. It
just sucks no jerk's here. Well, who do you think
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is the jerk, Opie or her son? Please let us
know if Reddit boy wanted to dance with me, he'd
need a new I know, I know, I'd need a
new head, eh. I was just good to say you'd
need a new pair of shoes. Those things have been
falling apart for the last three years I do work here. Now.
My birthday is coming up soon, so I decided as
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a gift to myself, I would buy another guitar. You
can never have too many guitars. I figure, I'm going
to be fifty five in a few days, so why not.
I went to the local music store. I haunt from
my strings, straps, picks, and the occasional repair. Since I'm
an incompetent move when it comes to the electronics. As
I walked around trying to see if there was a
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strat that caught my interest, I would take a guitar,
plug it in, check the action, intonation, see if it
worked for me, if I like the sound, and yes,
I played Stairway to Heaven. That forbidden riff is just
crap from Wayne's world that people bought into. The employees
at the store don't really care about what you play,
as long as you're not a jerk hammering away on
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the guitar with the amps cranked up when they just
want to get through their workday like everyone else. I
also played Pink, Floyd Queen, and some Metallica. As I played,
I noticed a girl around twelve or thirteen who was
watching me. I said, do you play guitar? The girl said,
with excitement in her voice, not yet. I'm here to
get my first guitar and sign up for lessons. Mom
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and dad said if I saved my money, they would
help me buy an electric guitar and pay for lessons.
I said, nice, who's your favorite guitarist? She smiled and said,
I like Wendy you know from Prince and the Purple
Revolution and lead a Ford, Carlos Santana, Brian May, and
most of all, Eddie van Halen. Nice. Can I make
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a suggestion? The girl nodded, and I suggested to start
with an entry level acoustic. That way, if she got
bored with it like some kids do, sadly, it wouldn't
be a big loss. Her mother walked over to me
and asked if I were to help them find one.
I agreed, and we went over to the acoustic section.
We tried several and found a nice dreadnought for a
decent price. I told the girl to hold it and
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see how it handles. The neck was a nice size
so she could wrap her hand around it, and the
girl said it's perfect. I said, here, take this pick.
I showed her how to hold it, and I gave
her a quick lesson on how to play the basic
one string at a time, and taught her how to
play the Happy Birthday song real quick. She's a natural
and picked it up quickly. I found the guitar I
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wanted a flying V and walked over to the register
with it in my greedy hands. The mother said to
the cashier, we'll take this one, and I want to
sign my daughter up for lessons. This salesman is really good.
Will he be giving the lessons? The cashier, who I've
known for years, said, he doesn't work here. He's a
customer like you, but I have known him since we
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opened and he's a really good guitarist. I've been wanting
to hire him as a teacher for a long time.
The mother said, he doesn't work here, but he's so
good at sales and a good teacher. The cashier looked
at me and said, said, there's a job offer on
the table. You wouldn't deny this sweet girl the chance
to learn from you, would you. I looked at the girl,
who was now giving me the biggest doe eyes and said,
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simply please, I said, I just retired from working last month.
I guess I'm now semi retired. I never thought in
my life I would be giving guitar lessons, but now
every other day I'm going to be giving lessons at
a decent pay. Too crazy how things work out. I
know this isn't usually what you read here, but I
thought it was fitting and sorry about formatting. I'm not
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a professional writer by trade. My past life I owned
a restaurant. Am I the jerk for going on a
trip with my family that my wife isn't going on? Recently,
my parents surprised me, twenty six, mail, and my siblings,
who are sixteen and nineteen, with a ski trip this December,
the day after Christmas. My parents offered to pay for
my expenses and said that my wife, who's twenty four,
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was welcome to come, but she would need to pay
her own way. My wife and I are okay financially,
but with the trip being so close to Christmas, we
wouldn't be able to afford to pay for her to go.
Despite this, I really wanted to go on the trip,
as it was always a dream of mine to go
on a trip like this. My family grew up dirt
poor until I was about fifteen, when my parents' business
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took off and now they're extremely comfortable and they can
afford to pay for trips like this for us. They
could certainly afford to pay for my wife to also go,
but they have always been this way about when it
comes to pay for things for me versus my wife.
My parents think it's only fair to pay for me
when we go out to eat or go on trips
because they are still paying for my siblings. I don't
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ask them to, but it is nice to save money.
So on every trip they will pay my way, room
and board, excursions, meals, while my wife was expected to
pay her way. This started before we were married. This
has always bothered my wife, especially after we got married,
and they still excluded her. So in these past two
years since we got married, I tried to limit the
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trips since they bother her so much. But this is
a once in a lifetime trip for me, so I
thought she would be supportive of me going, but she's
very upset and hurt. She wants to go on the trip,
but like I said, we just can't afford it, which
she understands. She told me she does want me to
have this experience, but she's sad because she thinks my
parents purposefully exclude her. Am I the jerk for choosing
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to go on the trip and leaving her behind. I
still have time to cancel on my parents, but I
know they would be sad. So you are well aware
that your parents are intentionally excluding your wife and apparently
this is definitely not the first time, and you don't
understand why she's so hurt and upset about this, especially
when it's during Christmas. Think about it, dude, think real hard.
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You're the jerk. You really think your parents don't know
what they're doing here? Save up and do a similar
trip with your wife as a couple if it's that
important to you, You're the jerk. You're the jerk. Either
she's family to your parents or she isn't, and clearly
she isn't, And you're a serious jerk to your wife
by letting your family continuously exclude her. They should either
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be paying for both of you or you and your
wife should be covering for the two of yourselves. Well,
what do you think is OPI the jerk or not?
Please let us know. Bruh. What's with all the adults
on Reddit who still have mommy and daddy pay for
their stuff. I just don't get it. Am I the
jerk for telling the entire family that my brother is
getting married after he made the wedding on my son's birthday.
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I'm one of six kids, but this post is about
my younger brother, who's forty. I have four kids who
are twenty, eighteen, fifteen, and ten. My brother has five
who are sixteen, fifteen, twelve, three, and four. We don't
get together often because my girls and his oldest don't
get along, and because we're a four hour plane ride
from each other. My son's birthday is around Thanksgiving. We've
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always had my family on Thanksgiving and we always have
a big family party for his birthday. My brother is
a busy person. He owns a large company, so I
was asking him what day he'd be available for the party.
He wasn't available any day, which I thought was weird
considering he always tries to meet with me and the
rest of our family around Thanksgiving. Then I got a
text from a mutual friend asking what I was wearing
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to my brother's wedding and if I had any ideas
for a gift since he couldn't find a registry. I
asked her what she was talking about and my friend
told me that he was getting married. I didn't even
know he was engaged. He told us last year that
he was in a relationship and they had just had
a child together, but nothing about getting married. After some digging,
I found out that the wedding would be on my
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son's birthday and only two of our siblings and their
kids are invited. I thought this was incredibly rude of him,
so I decided to tell the entire family at Thanksgiving
that he was getting married, when and where. Some family
members made an appearance at his wedding and he found
out I was the one who told them about it.
He called me the next day screaming at me for
ruining his wedding, then blocked me on everything. I'm starting
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to feel bad, so I wanted to know if I
was the jerk at it. I'm seeing that some people
are confused. First of all, my brother didn't want a
small wedding. Were at least three hundred to four hundred
people at the wedding. Second, the wedding was not on Thanksgiving.
It was on my son's birthday, which is very close
to Thanksgiving. You're the jerk, Holy Moly, Clearly he has
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a reason for not inviting you and the other family.
Maybe do some self reflection into that you maliciously told
your family they crashed his wedding. I hope your apple
falls far away from the tree. Karen, neighbor asks me
to close my windows. I thirty female, work from home.
I also obviously live at home. I never have my
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curtains or blinds closed unless it's too sunny out or
too hot the issue. Recently, my neighbors approached me when
I was outside taking out the trash and informed me
that they were uncomfortable with being able to see into
my windows and the fact that I can always see
into theirs. I don't. Frankly, I could give a hoot
about what my neighbors are doing. I'm either watching TV, working,
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or sleeping or not at home. I just told them
not to worry because I'm not looking anyways. They went
on about my life and thought little more of it.
A few weeks passed and then my neighbors caught me
outside again while I was walking home and they were
washing their car. This time, they were much more abrasive,
essentially telling me I needed to close my blinds from
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now on because they're tired of being uncomfortable with my
windows always open. I again told them I don't pay
attention to them, and they're the ones constantly checking in.
They can close their own blinds. Then they said that
they stopped using their patio because they can see me
working and they know I'm taking glances at them. I
just laughed at them at that point and told them
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they're nowhere near as interesting as they think for me
to waste my time looking at them. Patty, I know,
but I didn't appreciate their attitude. This was a few
days ago. I told some friends, and naturally, some are
on my side and others are telling me I'm creepy
and I just need to close my blinds like a
normal person. Now I'm second guessing myself and I'm looking
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to you read it. I don't think I'm the jerk here,
but maybe I'm biased towards myself and my own needs.
So am I the jerk? Edit to note, as there's
been some confusion about how the setup is. We're not
in the same building. I live in a corner unit
of my building. Very lucky. No neighbors above or below
me in my building on the second floor directly across
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from me as another older apartment building with giant evergreen
trees for privacy, like fifty to seventy five feet tall.
They're not the issue. The neighbors with the issue are
beside that building to the left, so they have to
look diagonally across the alley to look into my apartment.
Not the jerk. Your neighbors are ridiculously paranoid. If they
have such a problem with your blinds open, why don't
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they just close theirs. The current situation is only bothering them,
so they should be the ones to come up with
a solution. Well, what would you do in the situation?
Would you close your blinds to keep the neighbors happy
or not? Please let us know. I'd open them even
more and wave at them every time I see them.
You won't creepy, I'll show you. Try to pile on
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more work to raise your bonus, not gonna happen. I
oversee a team of a dozen folks when it's fully staffed.
We had a fellow move out of state for school.
A lady retired to care for her grandkids when her
daughter got sick. Then three people promote up within the organization,
all within four weeks time. So almost half the team
suddenly became unavailable. While I'm involved in the recruiting and
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onboarding process, management up to three levels above me tends
to be a bottleneck. Each time someone let me know
that they're moving on, I informed management and gave them
a running total. We're at eighty four percent staffing, We're
at sixty six percent staffing, et cetera. Ads were placed
first round interviews conducted by me and a team lead,
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second interviews recommended to the next level of management, and
that's where the process suddenly stopped for a week, then two,
then three. It commonly takes two to three weeks after
hire to bring a new person up to speed to
start being productive, and perhaps eight weeks for a new
person to reach ninety to ninety five percent of medium
productivity goals. The existing team was ready to pull together
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and work harder to keep up the work, but I
took each one aside and coached them that the heavy
workload they were under was not their problem to solve. Yes,
customers were complaining. Yes, other groups in the organization were
getting frustrated that our team wasn't getting things done in
a timely fashion. I encouraged them to work efficiently and well,
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but to not put in extra unpaid time or contribute
their own resources to projects. And if anyone was insistent
in their complaints regarding the team's productivity, send them to
me and I would explain the situation. Middle and upper
manglement across the organization started vocalizing about how little work
was getting done. When I played the UNO reverse card
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that hey, all we need is adequate, well trained staff
and we'll be able to keep up. And Managers one,
two and probably Executive one all have potential interviewees on
their desk for almost a month now, I started getting
the stink eye from those folks. I found out later
that one or a couple of these folks that I
report to and were also the next wrongs in the
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hiring ladder, had proposed the idea that this team could
run just as well a little leaner, so they arranged
to find out. Oopsie Daisy metrics syndicated that organizational goals
weren't met because of their decision. But I was able
to provide the stats that proved that the team's individual
goals were met and that in many respects per person
efficiencies were improved. My team members got their bonus. Middle
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management failed to achieve, so no bonus for them that year. Reply,
well done, congrats on backing up and looking out for
your team. Two years ago, I was part of a
team of six, then two were let go, then another
left for a new job, then the lockdown and one
was laid off. Then another hit or breaking point and
left by May. I was the only one left. I
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tried but didn't run myself into the ground, had a
meltdown on my boss, and got a substantial raise. Let
a lot of things go as I prioritized my tasks.
We're back up to five now, and the auditors are
asking questions about why stuff wasn't done in the latter
part of twenty nineteen and early twenty twenty. Oops. I
bluntly told the auditors that we had a drastic staff
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decrease and I was not able to do the work
of six people. They understood completely. But middle management is
now scrambling to do all the misted work, and I
got another raise because absolutely nothing in my job description
was pinged by the auditors. Support our channel by joining
as a member today and we'll give you a shout
out in our next video. Or come watch this video next.
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