My Wife Keeps Throwing Away Food... So I Dug It Out Of The Trash!

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Episode Transcript

Speaker 1 (00:00):
Hey there, mister Redder here, welcome back to another episode
of Redded Podcast Stories. Our first story we'll be reading today.
My wife keeps throwing out good food, so I took
it out of the trash can and cooked dinner with it.
After that, principal asked everyone to be thirty minutes early
for the exam. Really ends up regretting it. And after that,
am I the jerk for leaving a birthday party because

(00:20):
I couldn't eat my food inside? Now, for every thumbs up,
this video gets one, Karen does not get to throw
away good food. If you're the one who cooked it,
Redded Boy, then it belongs in the garbage. So please
smash that like button and subscribe and turn on notifications
for new stories from Reddit every single day. My wife
keeps throwing out good food, so I took it out

(00:41):
of the trash can and cooked dinner with it. For context,
my sister and I grew up relatively poor. When I
was six, our mom took a promotion and moved three
hours away. We found out in our adult life she
had been hoarding her money and giving our alcoholic father
a small allowance to raise us with his addiction problems.
It left us minimum money for essentials. By the time

(01:02):
I was sixteen, we were technically on our own and
we were ransacking through dumpsters to feed ourselves. I'm now
in my late thirties. I have a successful career and
I live quite comfortably. My sister is also well off. Now.
My wife and I have a great relationship. I've worked
to stop some of my old habits for my upbringing,
some of my penny pinching techniques. My wife graciously ignores

(01:23):
and lets me save our money where I can. However,
there's one issue we always can't find a compromise on.
I can't handle when our food is thrown out. Our daughter,
who's twelve, wanted chickens last year. That ended up being
a good idea since our table scraps would go to
them instead of being wasted for the trash. For the record,
I hate when my wife shops at cost Co. She

(01:44):
buys too much stuff for our family, which creates a
lot of waste. I've asked her to at least donate
what we don't need, or give it to me and
I can drop it off at a homeless shelter near
my house. She promised to just buy less quantity but
that didn't last because she didn't like grocery shopping more
than once a week. Last week, I came home and
I found a sealed pack of lettuce, one whole cucumber,

(02:06):
and an entire loaf of bread and potatoes in the
trash outside. The lettuce was expired, but it looked fine.
The bread was also expired, but it had no mold.
The potatoes had eyes, but weren't green or rotten yet.
So I went inside and started cooking. On dinner, I
grilled chicken, which was the only item not from the trash.
I made a salad and I added the cucumber, used

(02:28):
the bread to make croutons, and finally I made mashed potatoes.
We all sat down to eat. My wife mentioned how
great the food was. I told her it was the
food that she had thrown out earlier that day. She
was completely mortified and grossed out. I told her I
washed everything off before cooking it, but she said that
it didn't matter. My point was if the food was

(02:48):
good enough for us to eat, it should not have
been thrown out. At bare minimum, she could have given
it to our daughter to take to the chickens. She
argued back that I should have taken it from the
trash and given it to the chickens our table. She
was irritated with me, fearing we all would have food
poisoning or something. But none of us got sick from
the food, she said, regardless, it was wrong for me

(03:09):
to prove a point in that manner, and horrible of
me to serve the family food from the trash. I
don't really see what I did wrong. There are people
starving in this world, and for us to just throw
out perfectly find food, it just doesn't sit right with me.
Am I the jerk. You're the jerk. You need to
find ways for you to heal from your childhood issues
without digging food out of the trash. Just because you

(03:31):
were okay this time doesn't mean that wasn't a bad decision,
especially feeding it to your family without their approval. Everyone
sucks here because it's clear from throwing out unused, unopened
items that the wife is buying more than they need
and throwing it out instead of donating it. Food waste
is unacceptable. Having seen the news reports of activists who

(03:52):
pull out pounds and pounds of perfectly good food from
grocery store trash bins, I'm unable to say whether what
Op did was dangerous or not, and if it was,
that doesn't make buying too much food and throwing it
out instead of donating it okay, not the jerk. Food
waste is outrageous in first world countries, and let us
with an expired date. Let us doesn't expire in a

(04:14):
particular date. It just gets rotten. Your wife should be
more conscious of foods. I can't believe she'd rather throw
food away knowing that you used to be a hungry
kid and eat from the trash than making an effort
to do a better shopping list. Well, who do you
think is the jerk? Op or his wife? Please let
us know. Principal asked everyone to be thirty minutes early

(04:34):
for the exam really ends up regretting it. I'm a teacher.
The principle we had at our school was the kind
who got to her position because it was a way
to escape teaching students. She was a teacher before taking
the exam to be principle, which is common, and to
flaunt the little authority that it got her. One of
the issues I had with her was about punctuality. She
was especially strict about it, which would have been fine

(04:57):
if she weren't herself systematically late to everything. I loathe hypocrites,
and it makes our job especially difficult to ask students
to be on time in classes when the principal was
half an hour late to a meeting that she had
scheduled herself with their parents. Come the end of the year,
and with it time for the baccalaureate final exam for
high schoolers in my country, the students start to receive

(05:18):
their instructions for the exam week when we see the
instructions were already upset because the time is wrong. On purpose,
it would tell a student that they had to be
there at seven thirty for a four hour test without
even telling them that the test is actually scheduled to
start at eight and ends at noon. A few days later,
the teachers received their own instructions to monitor the tests.

(05:39):
It's normal to get them after the students, though it
was particularly late this year for us. The scheduled time
of the test is correct, but it was mentioned on
each of our instructions that we had to be present
thirty minutes before the start of each test. I mean,
we aren't going to be present at eight exactly if
the test is scheduled to start at that time. We
don't want to do the students over. We need a

(05:59):
few minutes to get the test papers and let the
students in the classroom so that we can start exactly
on time. But five minutes is enough ten at most,
and as teachers were used to being there slightly before
class starts anyway, most of us simply ignored her and
came to the exam on time as usual. But a
dozen of us decided to comply, and we sent her

(06:19):
emails tallying up the total numbers of hours that we'd
be working that week, adding that half hour before each test.
She answered with some bs that our tallies were wrong
because she wasn't counting the half hour. We let that pass.
We complied, and my colleagues declared their overtime. In the end,
that came to about thirty hours of overtime total for

(06:40):
doing basically nothing that had to be paid. She also
did not seem to realize that my email was slightly
different than that of my colleagues. For me, it's a
bit different because I work part time. As such, I'm
not allowed to do overtime. Come Friday, I sent her
a new email reminding her about the upcoming issue. No answers.
The last four hour time test of the week starts

(07:01):
at one pm. At two twenty five, I ask my
colleague monitoring the next room over, who was in on
the plan to cover for me for five minutes. There's
a door between the exam rooms. We can stand there
and watch both rooms to let the other take a
bathroom break or something like that. I go to the
principal's office. I remind her that there's a room full
of students with two and a half hours left, and

(07:22):
I don't know if she's scheduled someone to take over
for me, but I've already done all of my hours
for this week, and since I'm not allowed to do overtime,
I'm leaving now. As a teacher, I take pride in
my punctuality and my ability to finish my speech exactly
on time. I also purposefully time this one. Just after
I told her I was leaving, I look at my watch.
It's three seconds to two thirty. I look at her

(07:44):
face while she just gathers her thoughts. In three seconds,
she went from confusion to realization to anger, and just
as she's about to answer, it's time so I turn
around and I walk away. What are you doing stay here?
We're not finished, I answer, without looking back. Sorry, it's
two thirty. My work is done. I'm not being paid
to listen to you. I leave while I hear her

(08:07):
half coherent threats. She followed me, of course, but couldn't
really talk loudly in the corridors while the exam was
taking place. Plus, she still knows that loudly be rating
a teacher in public, in full view and hearing of
students would be extremely unprofessional, and she's the one who'd
get in trouble for that. More importantly, I know where
I'm going. I pass in front of the classroom I

(08:28):
was monitoring in earlier. I think my colleague pointed the principle,
who's just catching up. Read as a beat and tell
him I brought you the principal. I leave as he
greets her, thus intercepting her from me. I learned that
she had to monitor the students herself, which must have
really upset her because she leaves early on Fridays. Next week, obviously,

(08:49):
she requested that we have a talk in her office.
I went with my union representative. We explained to her
that it was not difficult to prove that she was
the one in the wrong, and that if she wanted
to escalate the issue, we would have no problem getting
it to the administrative tribunal. My union representative also made
the open thread of a strike that I and those
who declared their overtime had the support of the union

(09:09):
and teaching staff. Am I the jerk for leaving a
birthday party because I couldn't eat my food inside? My
friend group had a surprise party for one of our
friends last night. Kim offered to host the party at
her house and make the food for it. The rest
of us would just show up right after getting off
work to decorate and set up. Kim is vegan, which
is fine and dandy. The only problem is I have

(09:31):
a soy allergy. Kim knows about this. I never expect
her to go out of her way to alter what
she makes for my sake. There's just an agreement between
us that it's not very often I can eat what
she makes because she uses a lot of soy based
condiments and substitutes. However, since this was a party taking
place after work and was supposed to last a while,
I asked Kim if she could hold off on certain

(09:52):
lagoons and the like, and at least one thing that
she makes so that I could eat while at the party.
She said she would try for my part. I packed
myself an extra lunch to keep in a cooler throughout
the day. It didn't consist of any meat, but there
were eggs and items made with mayo or yogurt. I
intended to eat it before the party started while decorating,
but I wasn't hungry at that point. Once the party started,

(10:14):
I did munch on some cut up vegetables, but they
weren't cutting it, and I got really hungry. Kim had
made two things of mashed potatoes, but she couldn't remember
which bowl had been made with soy milk and which
had been made with almond milk. I went out to
my car and brought my pack inside so I could
eat something. Kim came over to me and said that
she could smell the mayo and told me to go
eat my car. That she was fine that I wasn't

(10:36):
eating what she had made, but I knew she has
a vegan household and doesn't allow non vegan foods inside.
Mind you, it's January nighttime and really cold, outside. I
wasn't going to argue with her because it was her
house and I didn't want to ruin the party by
addressing the issue right there. But I also didn't want
to have to speed eat while sitting in my car
or make frequent trips outside just a snack. So I

(10:58):
said goodbye to our friend whose birthday party it was,
and I left. A couple hours later, I started getting
a bunch of texts asking why I had left so
early in the night. I said it was because I
was hungry, but some of our friends kept pushing because
they had seen me come inside with my pack after
saying I was grabbing food. So I was honest with
them that it was because Kim told me to go
eat my car. Some of our friends are split now

(11:21):
and think Kim should have been willing to be flexible
since it was at night and really cold outside, and
others are siding with her. Kim is just mad and
thinks I started drama on purpose. Am I the jerk
for leaving after she told me to go eat my car?
Not the jerk? And she's one of the reasons that
vegans have such a bad rap. It's not rocket science
to prepare at least one dish that you can eat

(11:43):
and to remember which dish that was. You know, put
a post it on it, put a purple spoon something,
or you know, make everything with almond milk instead of
soy milk for one night. Not the jerk. I understand
not wanting non vegan foods in her home, but Kim
isn't a good host or a good friend. You remained
tactful and tried to save face for Kim, but she

(12:05):
really did herself in by brushing you off without a
second thought. Well, who do you think is the jerk?
Op or Kim? Please let us know. I would have
been petty and gone to get some mcdoubles, come back
and eat them in front of her, and refuse to
leave McDonald's. Yes, I'd like to speak with your manager.
Not a problem. A few years ago I was working

(12:25):
casual as a bar manager at a major sports stadium
after my housemaid, who was running the corporate dining, hooked
me up with a job as a nice little side earner.
The role was pretty straightforward. Turn up, set up the bar,
serve beers and snacks, clean up the bar, go home.
This made it ideal for UNI students, particularly international students
who could pick up three to five hour shifts without

(12:48):
it causing too much disruption to their studies. While the
five to six staff I managed were continually changing individually,
it was mostly Indian international students, as well as the
same colleague, anew weekend seek out, who was invaluable at
keeping the show running. Given my housemate and I lived
together and he had hooked me up with a job,
I was happy to take on a new person or

(13:09):
two per shift who never worked in a bar setting before,
to give them a quick rundown on pouring beer using
the register, et cetera. If it was one trainee, I'd
pair them up with me. Two trainees, I'd pair the
second one up with anop. The bar was a member's
only bar that had its own private room that came
as a perk of the eight hundred dollars membership people

(13:29):
were paying to the sports club each year. It meant,
along with getting beer in real glassware rather than plastic,
that the queues were all so much shorter as well,
and there were usually a few ex players kicking around
to give the odd speech. During one particular shift, just
after the game started, I was doing my thing at
one end of the bar when a nupe came up
to me and said that there was an issue at

(13:50):
one of the registers. I went over to see, and
the young student there told me that the patron standing
opposite the bar had mocked her accent when she tried
to explain to him she was still learning how to
use the register. The guy looked at me and said
he just wants a beer, Summing the situation up quickly,
I leaned into a tool that I had learned from
my housemaid. Sorry, based on what my staff member had

(14:12):
just told me, you made a comment making fun of
her accent. I'd like to believe that that's a comment
you wouldn't normally make, which leads me to believe you
must be intoxicated. I'm not able to serve you anymore tonight. However,
I'd be happy to serve your friends, but they will
only be able to buy one drink at a time.
Needless to say, he wasn't happy with this, and after
a couple of minutes back and forth, he asked to

(14:34):
speak with someone else about the issue. Absolutely not an issue,
I said, and asked anop to quickly go off and
find the corporate dining manager After five minutes or so
of waiting, the game has restarted at this point, so
our patron is now missing the game as well. The
corporate dining manager aka my housemate arrives wearing his lanyard suit,

(14:54):
polished shoes, et cetera. I give him a quick summary.
The guy pleads his case that he should be allowed
to keep drinking here because he's a member and he's
paid good money to be there. My housemate hears him
out and then says, based on what my staff member
has told me, you've made a comment towards a member
of my team which is inappropriate, and he's made the
right decision to prohibit you from buying any more alcohol

(15:15):
at the bar. However, given you've argued that point and
your friends here haven't stopped you from doing so, it
leads me to believe that all of you are intoxicated,
which means, unfortunately, none of you will be able to
be served at this bar for the rest of the night.
If you'll excuse me, I'll need to go get back
to the corporate suites, and if there's any further issues,
we'll have to get security. Points to guy standing at

(15:37):
the door who checks everyone's membership card before you enter
to escort you out with that, he turns and leaves.
The crappy patron and his friends take the l and
ask me where the nearest retail outlet is that serves beer.
Not a problem. We're on level three at the moment,
so you'll need to take the two flights of stairs
down to level two and then take one left and

(15:57):
wonder past the food merch and toilet and it will
be on your left hand side. Given their seats were
on level three, that's a fairly decent walk to complete
several times throughout the game, and I'd like to think
it gave them time to pause and reflect. However, I
suspect that wasn't the case. Am I the jerk for
taking up space at a restaurant? I twenty seven male

(16:19):
often go out to eat alone. It's never an issue
for me since I'm usually sat at bars or at
a table for two. Recently, I wanted to go to
a new place that had opened in the area. I
went alone and the hostess led me to a table
for four. I asked if they had smaller tables or
a bar to said at, since I didn't want to
take up a spot for larger groups. She said this

(16:39):
was their smallest table and they don't do bar seating.
The restaurant wasn't super busy, but definitely picking up as
it was dinner time. While I was waiting on my food,
the attendants picked up big time and there were people
sitting outside waiting. I noticed that the host stand, an
older woman, a man, two younger adults, and a kid
were crowded around, and the woman pointed directly at me.

(17:00):
I tried to ignore it since my food was about
to come out. While I was eating. The group from
earlier were set in a booth not far from me.
The lady who pointed at me made a loud comment
about how selfish young people can be, how some people
are so entitled they take things away from others without
a care. Then I felt something hit my neck. It
was a wattled up straw wrapper. I turned a look

(17:21):
where it came from and noticed everyone at that table
was glaring at me, except the kid, who was oblivious.
I wouldn't say I have social anxiety, but I am
non confrontational, so I went back to my food. Then
the unthinkable happened. The lady came over and asked for
one of those chairs at my table, saying they squeezed
five into a booth and just wanted a cheer for

(17:41):
the kid. Before I could get an answer out, since
I was chewing, a server walked by. Oh no, ma'am,
we can't have chairs moved around safety with the walkways. Well,
why does one person need three extra chairs? I have
a kid suffering and his parents are horribly uncomfortable because
you set one guy at a table when you could

(18:01):
have just given him his food to go. The server
then told her that she needed to sit back down,
but she kept ranting, Oh, I'd love to sit comfortably
at a table too big for me. It must be
so nice knowing I'm ruining another family's dinner. At this point,
the hostess interjected and the server left. The hostess tried
to show her back to her table, but the lady

(18:22):
kept demanding an extra chair. Ma'am, you told us to
sit you in the first table that opened, the manager
and I told you that it would be a squeeze,
and you still wanted it. Either you take this table
or you can leave. The lady finally grumbled her way
back to sitting, and I finished my meal, paid and
I got out of there. She was definitely unhinged. But
I'm stuck wondering if I'm the jerk here for taking

(18:44):
up a space meant for more people. Not the jerk.
The hostess knew you were alone and set you at
a fore top. Because they don't have two seat tables
or bar seating, they can't reasonably turn you away for
being alone or force you to have takeout. The family
squeezed into a booth was in the wrong before throwing
the wattled up straw wrapper at you. No, not the jerk.

(19:06):
You asked for a smaller space and did your due
diligence to try and accommodate others. If the restaurant couldn't
seat you somewhere smaller, that's on them. You shouldn't be
punished for eating alone. Pull the door logs forget you
pay me. I've done cleared contract work for more than
twenty years. One downside of cleared work is that there
is no sneaking in laid or out early, as everything

(19:28):
is logged. A few years ago I discovered that one
upside is also that everything is logged. I was hired
onto a five year contract and for the first four
everything was fine. I rode the train to work, did
my require forty hours, went home and had no problems.
Into year five, the same thing happens that always happens
in contracts. People start to leave. This isn't unusual, as

(19:51):
the end of a contract holds some uncertainty, so people
will find another new contract to move on to so
they don't have to worry about it. Unfortunately, the me
mediate effect is that the workload shifts to the people
that stay and things start to slip. Why not hire
more people? Nobody wants to come onto a contract that's
in its last year. Well, on this contract, I stayed

(20:12):
because I liked the customer and intended to ride out
the final year Shenanigans. Things started to fall behind. We
were down from fifteen engineers to five, and the customer
complained that the company was not meeting their contractual obligation.
What did the company do to fix this? Offer hiring bonuses,
pay overtime, make lucrative offers for people to stay. No,

(20:32):
they called in there. Everybody is inherently lazy. Boomer project
manager to handle things From day one. Boomer manager tells
everyone that our lack of progress by five people on
more than one hundred active projects is simply a time
management issue, and he threatens to pull the door logs
to see who's actually at work for eight hours a day.

(20:53):
I figured he was bluffing, and I didn't worry because
having been on the train schedule for four years, I
knew that every day I would in the building from
seven to four, except for occasionally walking down the street
to grab lunch. The key point here is that being
a contractor, I couldn't work overtime without authorization, so for
four years I had just put forty hours a week
on my timesheet. You may see where this is going.

(21:16):
The fateful day comes when manager actually pulls the door
logs and two of our engineers get it talking to
about their time in the building and how claiming forty
hours without being there for forty is fraud. I was
upset by this because everybody that was left was working
very hard, and the two guys Manager had confronted had
been working on coop projects for our off site location

(21:37):
for years. So unless he pulled those logs as well,
he didn't, they would be short. So what did I do?
I stopped by Manager's office and asked what my door
tootals were He told me I was fine and not
to worry about it. I told him I just wanted
to be sure my time in matched my timesheet, as
I didn't want to get caught in timesheet fraud again.

(21:57):
He said not to worry about it. So I headed
down to see my buddy Tony insecurity and he pulled
my logs for me. Next week, I walked into Manager's office,
closed the door and told him I had a problem.
I had pulled my door logs and over the last
four years I had averaged almost forty four hours a
week in the office, but had only ever charged forty
I had almost eight hundred hours of unreported labor and

(22:20):
didn't know what to do about that. He told me
not to worry about it, it wasn't a big deal.
Next step, I contacted our company rep and explained the
situation to her. She did not think it wasn't a
big deal. In the end, I signed an NDA, but
Manager got removed from his role. I bought our whole
team beers and lunch, and a memo went out to

(22:40):
the team telling us specifically to charge what we worked,
even if it had some overtime. Edit. My pay rate
at the time was about sixty dollars an hour, putting
this shortage at just shy of fifty thousand dollars. Yep, sure,
don't listen to the guy who operates the machinery. So
I work in a metal fabrication plan. We build all

(23:01):
sorts of stuff there, but mostly we build elevator and
farming equipment parts. I'm stationed in the finishing department where
we do powder coating, and my job is to operate
a large industrial oven that milts the powder coat into
a solid code. However, our system is subpar at best.
There are so many little things wrong with everything that,
if fixed, would make our whole areas so much more efficient.

(23:24):
One problem we constantly keep running into is cross contamination.
Part A is supposed to be X color, but because
part B was also being coated with Y color, they
both came out of the oven all speckled and gross.
Some companies we work with couldn't care less, but we
have two companies who are really picky about how the
parts look when they're finished. One day, we had come

(23:45):
in for overtime on a Saturday, and I noticed that
the speckel problem was especially bad, and so I started
looking for the cause. As All of those parts now
had to be redone and the goal of catching up
for the next week had now been ruined. At first,
I thought my oven was dirty, but that couldn't have
been it because I cleaned it that morning and had
done a thorough deep clean a few days prior. Then

(24:05):
I thought maybe the parts had been sitting inside the
oven for too long while I waited for space to
put them in, but that typically wasn't an issue, so
I put that one on hold. Then I thought maybe
I had put them too close together, so I decided
to let one color cycle all the way through the
oven before putting in the next color, but it still
came out speckled. At this point, I knew it couldn't

(24:26):
have been something I was doing wrong, so I went
over to the powder coating area to investigate, and I
immediately found the problem. They were using both booths at
the same time, coating two different colors, and there was
an air current blowing yellow powder into the black powder booth.
Mystery solved. I immediately notified my supervisor about what was
happening and told her we probably shouldn't be coating two

(24:47):
different colors at the same time because all of the
parts are coming out bad. But she told me that
there was no way that was the issue, and that
it had to be something that I was doing wrong.
But I had just checked everything that had previously been
a cause of speckles, and I knew for a fact
that this couldn't be the case. So I hatched up
a plan. I waited until the oven was completely empty again,

(25:08):
and I pulled her aside and said, all right, you
see that the oven is completely empty, and you watched
me clean it this morning, So you and I are
going to do a little wag here. I bet you
this week's entire paycheck that even though there are absolutely
no yellow parts currently inside that oven, that these black
parts are going to come out yellow anyways, and they'll
be coming straight from the booth. They won't be sitting

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out exposed to any debris. They'll just go straight in
and they'll still be yellow anyways. She thought this idea
was absolutely ridiculous and saw absolutely no reason how she
could ever be wrong, despite the fact that she knows
nothing about how the oven system works, and she took
the bed. Forty five minutes later, the parts came out,
and what do you know, the black came out yellow.

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Turns out that sometimes the people who operate the machinery
know more about said machinery than those who have never
even touched it. If you want to change companies, don't
let the door hit you on the way out. I
work at a small company delivering pottable water to people
who don't have access to either city water or a
private well, so we delivered to the same customers pretty

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much every week. Some customers are great and go out
of their way to make deliveries easier, or at least
make sure that they don't make them any more difficult
than they have to be. A few customers just don't
give a hoot and expect us to make deliveries no
matter what they do to make things inconvenient. Recently, one
customer over the last couple of years had made several
changes to their property that made making deliveries significantly more difficult.

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I had spoken to my boss about them, and he
laid out the conditions that would need to be met
before he would consider dropping a paying customer, and they
were literally just barely within the limits, and to their credit,
they did keep up with their bills. I dreaded seeing
their name on the delivery list every other week. Then
they changed to wanting deliveries every week because their kids
were moving into the house as well. After that, payments

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started being more sporadic. The checks we were getting changed
names from the home owner to their daughter. My boss
only takes cash or check, not credit cards, as he
feels no compulsion to give any money to credit card
companies or to increase prices and pass the cost on
to the customer. One day, while I was in the
office doing some end of day tasks, the phone rang

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caller ID was this problem? Customer? Boss answers and I evesdrop.
It was the daughter. She wanted to start paying by
credit card. Boss said no. Then she decided to drop
her threat to change companies. Such hope in my heart
as I saw the boss's face turn red. He hates
bullies and being bullied. Boss immediately agrees that would be

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the best and hangs up on her walks over to
the delivery schedule calendar and crosses their name off of
the list. Two days later, I got called into the
office to hear a message left by the daughter begging
us to make deliveries again. She apologized in everything. Turns
out she had discovered that we were by far the
cheapest option for them. One of the things that made
them frustrating to deliver to was not just the physical

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difficulty of the delivery, but they only had a three
hundred and fifty gallon holding tank. It was a lot
of work and time to deliver such a small amount
of water. And we have the lowest minimum delivery rate
in town while all of the companies around town are
at about the same price per gallon. Most other companies
have an eight hundred gallon minimum delivery rate, while our
minimum at the time was only five hundred gallons. The

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boss and I shared a chuckle over the call. I
don't believe he ever bothered with calling her back? Am
I the jerk for telling my friend the length she
is going to to interfere with my marriage is unhealthy.
My oldest friend's wife, Olive, used to be my good
friend too a few years back. Then we drifted apart,
and later she became close friends with my wife Natalie.

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Olive has a lot of issues with our marriage for
some reason, and she tries to influence Natalie a lot.
Her biggest issue is with how Natalie and I handle
our finances. Natalie has a history of making bad financial
decisions and racking up credit card dead For that reason,
she does not have access to mine savings account. I
make three times as much as Natalie, and she's terrible

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at saving money, so almost all of the money in
the savings account was put there by me. Despite this,
I think of that money as both of ours, and
one day it will go towards the purchase of our
shared home. For some mysterious reason, Natalie told Olive all
about our finances during a night of drinking, and Olive
has been obsessed with it since she told Natalie she
should demand access to the savings account, spend as much

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as she wants to on close, et cetera. I really
don't think it's an accident that after every single night
out Natalie starts a fight with me about our finances,
especially since Natalie brought up how Olive and her husband
do their finances in a much better way. Now on
to the point, I have a fully remote job at
a foreign company that pays way better than the ones
in my country. I alone make more in a month

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than my friend and Olive together. Just one and a
half months ago, Olive managed to get a full remote
job like mine too, so naturally, now she's trying to
act like a role model I should fall and tells
my wife things like now I make three times as
much as my husband, but he has access to every penny. Natalie,
this is what you and your husband should do too.

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You should demand it. And Natalie told me this. I
messaged Olive and I told her to stop. She told
me that if I don't like that she's helping Natalie
build some standards and making her question things, maybe I
could try being a better husband to her. I replied
that her obsession with my marriage is unhealthy, and going
out of her way and interviewing to dozens of foreign
companies just to be able to interfere with my marriage

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even more is really insane. She then said I was
showing symptoms of paranoia and I should seek psychiatric health.
It's Natalie who comes to her for advice on our
marriage and she only answers her. Yeah, that's a load
of bs. I know, Olive. I know she becomes obsessed
with things and keeps pushing until she gets what she wants.
I know I'm right, but maybe my approach was wrong

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and I should have invited her to a coffee or
something first and ask her to stop in a more
cultured manner. On the other hand, she's really acting in saying,
am I the jerk? Not the jerk? This is also
way beyond am I the jerk's pay grade? You need
to sit down and have apparently several conversations with your wife,
a handful about money management, a couple about why you

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keep a separate account, and if you about not inviting
outsiders into your marital decisions. Not the jerk, but it
seems a lengthy conversation with your wife is in order.
Does she know why you keep the money in a
different account, does she know how you feel about her friend?
Based on how you wrote the post, it feels like
you're trying to avoid your wife altogether. While she should
be the first person you talk to and make your

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point clear to. You should, however, stop being bullheaded and
not be one hundred percent sure you're right when going
into that conversation. In a marriage, you often have to
meet in the middle and find a consensus, otherwise I
doubt it will last much longer. I say you're the
jerk because and I don't know olive obviously, but it's
very possible that your wife is confiding in her all.

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You literally wrote, for some mysterious reason, Natalie told Olive
all about our finances during a night of drinking. Perhaps
it's no mysterious reason. Perhaps it was her feeling upset
about the financial situation and feeling loose with alcohol among
a friend, and that Olive is simply giving your wife
her perspective and advice when she does. Especially because you
said that arguments only happen when they go out together,

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you may wish to talk to your wife about how
she feels before completely dismissing the fact that she may
have some dissatisfaction with the way you handle your money
and begrudging Olive and accusing her of interfering with your marriage. Well,
who do you think is the jerk? Op or Olive?
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