I don’t smoke or drink,I live a sober life.I sell weed,I went to church today after not going many years…I can’t help to feel/think that it’s just not right to go to church and then sell weed after.I don’t know I feel like I’m doing wrong,I uste to be a pothead so I know what it can do to certain individuals.I uste to work at a dispensary so I know there’s medical benefits,it’s my main income and I feel stuck.It helps pays the bills and I can do whatever I want(more freedom).Maybe I’m just lazy,any one else have gone through this?It just feels good having my own little business,but what does God think?Need some guidance.

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I’ve (22f) been a regular smoker since 17 or 18, chronic smoker since 19, but I’ve recently put a paused on my cannabis use due to some acute health risks I may have. I do expect to get the green light that it’s safe to smoke again, so I plan on getting back to it.
For reference I seem to have hEDS though not formally diagnosed. I am diagnosed with POTS and it runs in my family. I’ve also got autism, adhd, gad, FND, probably some other mental stuff going on, and likely some kind of autoimmune or neurological thing that’s currently unidentified (occipital neuralgia and Parsonage-Turner syndrome seem to describe my symptoms well but nothing confirmed yet).
I’ve always been very sensitive to weed, to the point of never really being sure if I actually enjoyed it (I’ve decided I do, I just don’t like the feeling of being super stoned that most others seems to enjoy). I sometimes have a reaction that presents similar to cyclic vomiting syndrome, but I don’t really think it’s that as the reaction doesn’t really seem quite like anything I’ve read about. Recently it’s been causing me to get some acute symptoms, along the lines of nerve inflammation/neuropathy, circulation problems (probably the POTS), weakness, vision changes, tinnitus, and some other neurological symptoms that, as a whole, appear rather stroke-like. I don’t think it’s a vascular issue, nor do any of my doctors, but the risk is enough to abstain for the time being. Awaiting the results of a CT scan to hopefully rule that out.
I’m wondering how y’all react to weed, how you use it, what it helps with, what it hurts with, etc.
I’m not sure if my problems are directly EDS related especially since I have so much else going on, but EDS being such a risk factor for other nonsense I figured I should ask here. Yes, I should probably quit for good if it causes me so much unpleasantness, but nothing calms my ever racing mind better. I’d like to find a way to make cannabis work for me better, so any suggestions or advice would be much appreciated 🙂

Reposting cause it got auto deleted the first time welp.
Hi friends. I’ve(24F) been seeing my (technically at this point) boyfriend(26M) for a few months. We’re both homebodies so almost all of our time together is at his place, just doing comfy stuff together.
A few weeks into our dating, I planned to go to his place after work, but he didn’t reply to my messages (for future reference, I don’t double text when he does that) so I assumed something came up and went home instead. 24 hours after his last message, he replied as if nothing had happened, saying he just fell asleep. I said I’d rather he not do that again, that he can ‘disappear’ but if we have something planned I just want at least an ‘okay’ when I send him a message telling him I’m ready, or for him to tell me we should rain check it. He says I have free access to his flat so it’s not like he needs to come get me down from the lobby, but I insist it’s just the only thing I ask, and he seems to be okay with it. It happens again a few weeks later and I tell him that if it happens again I’d block him.
All has been fine until yesterday. He disappeared for over a day, then yesterday messaged me asking to go there at 8pm, and asked if I could help him with a work document. I do it for him, send the document at like 7.40, he replies at this point. I get ready, and at around 8.20 I send him a message saying I’m ready and he just doesn’t reply. I waited two hours and then I just got my PJs on and stayed home.
This morning, he send me a message again as if nothing happened, asking if I can come earlier today. I ask why and he says it’s because of his internal clock, that he keeps sleeping and that he was awake for 30ish hours before falling asleep yesterday. Keep in mind he didn’t message me for over a day during those 30 hours. Also, he works from 7pm to 3am so it’s weird that his internal clock would make him sleep at that time. I tell him maybe some other day, and he gets defensive but not really anything too bad.
He says he needs to do planning when I come there (he works at home and doesn’t clean up before I get there, so idk what planning that is) and that he’s dealing with some stuff, and that I shouldn’t take it personally. Until then he’s being polite, and I keep my replies polite as well. I tell him I don’t ask anything at all of him, this is the only thing that I expect him to do. He changes the tone of his replies, saying I’m spoiled for having expectations of him, and he then brings up the fact that he pays for food and weed sometimes when I’m there. He literally never mentioned that being a problem before, and I tell him he should have brought that up. I have no issues paying for my stuff, or even helping him out financially, I just had no idea it was a problem.
He then starts talking about how he’s only bothering to reply to me because he hopes it’ll knock some sense into me, and that he gets paid less than I do so I should be thankful for the stuff he does. Again, I had no idea it was a problem, and he knows I got fired less than a week ago and I’m dealing with a costly and stressful legal case.
“You can come in and out whenever you want. You know about that, you know that I have you permission to walk in, so quit the drama. What is upsetting is believing you're really think you're in the right to be upset about anything, when l've been happily quiet about everything else” was one of his messages, literally just copied and pasted here.
I’m trying to be understanding of both his problems with me and his reasons for not replying when I’m going there, and trying not take it personally, but I can’t help but feel like my issues are being dismissed. I’m dealing with a lot in my life as well, so I know I’m extra sensitive, so I want to ask you guys to give me some outsider insight. Am I overreacting, friends?
Edit; also, just pointing out that we didn’t work together or in the same company. Some parts of the post make it seem that way, but before I got fired we were working at two different jobs with two different schedules, and I’d always be the one to change mine to spend time with him.

The ending of TWOC gives us much clearer hints at where the story will go next than the end of LAOK did. I’d go as far as to say the hints at future conflicts are more like outright promises, especially Rikke’s visions.
The easiest storyline to predict is the one that’s basically summarized through Rikke’s vision in the last chapter. I’ll give my interpretation of the imagery we’re given, but there’s really not that much up for debate:
The bald weaver’s loom is in ruins, but he’s patiently stitching things back together. This is Bayaz, rebuilding after the damage Rikke and Glokta caused to his schemes.
At Bayaz’s side is a black-haired boy and a blond-haired girl. The girl is Hindi, and the boy is Calder’s secret son who we were officially introduced to at the end of TWOC. I will be referring to him as Skarling Jr. In the future, they’ll work as a Two-Man Con to destroy the North and Rikke along with it.
Hildi grows up and the top hat she wears belches smoke. When she blows a kiss, coins fall and turn to chains. When she offers her hand, its fingers become iron rails. These rails stretch forth across the sea to imprison the North. From this vision, we can interpret that Hildi will become an even more powerful and merciless version of what Savine was before the Great Change. I believe she will take her revenge on Rikke for selling out Orso, and she will do this by gentrifying, polluting, and strangling the North to death through industry, novelties, and countless debts. Everything unique and beautiful about the land will be melted away, leaving it a dejected shell of itself.
Skarling Jr sits atop a flaming hill of bones with the Maker’s sword. In the future, he has become the conqueror Stour failed to be, and it can also be implied that he killed Caul Shivers. When he speaks, blood flows out of his mouth which crashes upon the shores of the North and drowns the country. He will cause almost or just as much damage to Rikke’s home that Hildi will through her more insidious attacks on it.
The Crinna will be polluted by Hildi. Rikke’s home, Uffrith, will be once again burned, this time by Skarling Jr. Hildi is softening the country so Skarling Jr can more easily take it, but it’s also the other way around. Skarling Jr is playing the part of the relentless monster biting at Rikke’s heels, which will pressure her to take Hildi’s offers to advance the North’s tech out of desperation. Shivers’ death could serve as the push that leads her to make this choice.
I think Skarling Jr will operate from the shadows for a long time, striking small but impossible not to notice slights against Rikke’s authority. The presence of a faceless enemy will drive Rikke into paranoia, and this will allow little miss oil baron Hildi to step in and sell her snake oil.
Rikke is now aware of them, though. She might not know their names, but she does know vaguely who they are and what they’re going to do. Whether or not Rikke will prepare I don’t know.
Given his role in the story now, I think Jonas Clover will act as the head caretaker of the Northern Library whenever Bayaz is away. He will also act as a father figure to both Skarling Jr and Hildi, planting doubts in their head as to whether or not Bayaz is a man they want to take orders from.
Compared to the previous visions that were much more overt in their symbolism, the last vision of the weaver (Bayaz) is harder to pin down. One of his eyes holds a stone on fire. On the stone is a circle of runes, and in the center of those runes is a black door. From the black door, a white figure emerges from an ocean. Could this burning stone be The Seed? The black door could be the gate to the Other Side, which, when opened, will bring back Euz. I don’t know who else the white figure could be, let alone how events will lead Bayaz to this.
Other predictions are harder to make, but I’ll take a shot in the dark.
Savine and Leo’s bickering will evolve into outright hostility toward each other. The Union now essentially has two gov’t bodies, each trying to pull the country in opposing directions. The Closed Council is split between the two. Half of it stands with Savine, the other half with Leo. By the start of the next trilogy, I think the Union will be inching toward civil war. The only reason the two bother with each other now is, as Savine said, for the sake of their children.
By the next trilogy, I think Savine’s children will be somewhere in their mid-teens. How they end up by that time is anyone’s guess, but we can make assumptions based on how they’re loosely characterized in TWOC. Ardee is described by Savine as fierce and overbearing, whereas Harod is meek and submissive. Leo, being the petty jealous bitch he is, resents his infant son. We can already tell that Harod is going to have a strained and difficult relationship with his father. I think over the years, Harod will attempt to mold himself into a mini Leo to gain his father’s approval. This will only remind Leo of what he lost all those years ago, however, so he will grow even more hostile and distant toward his son. Savine will dote on him, but he will show veiled resentment toward her because he believes that’s what Leo would expect of him. Ardee will grow up to be something of a paradox between old Savine and new Savine. Leo doesn’t even try to hide his favoritism toward her, but she doesn’t reciprocate that affection. Leo believes Savine has poisoned Ardee against him, which only increases Leo’s hatred for his wife. Ardee instead tries to impress her mother, but because of her personality Savine can only see her as a bad reminder of her past. Savine becomes just as distant toward her daughter as her own mother was toward her. If a civil war does break out later in the trilogy, I think Harod will eventually side with his mother whereas Savine will shift her affection toward her father.
Gunnar Broad will become a general in the Angland’s army. If - or when - war breaks out in Styria, he will be sent back to the frontlines. Thankfully for him, not as a bridgeman this time. In the event of a civil war, he will side with Leo instead of Savine.
I don’t believe we’re ever going to see Vick again. At least not in any substantial way. Maybe she’ll momentarily return as in Friendly-style cameo, but other than that I like the way her story ended in TWOC.
After she revealed herself as an Eater, Zuri will no longer work as Savine’s companion. May Broad has assumed this role in her place. This doesn’t mean Savine has entirely cut off Zuri, though. She’s still in Savine’s circle, but she now works as an emissary and informant. And occasional assassin, when the need arises. Considering her dreams for peace and progress between the Union and Gurkhul, I believe she will be sent South as an emissary to make friends with a terrifying new Gurkish emperor.
May Broad will be sent North to tend to Savine’s business ventures there, where she will unknowingly aid in Hildi’s plan to corrupt the country. When she does realize Hildi’s intentions, she will serve as one of the few obstacles between the woman and utter annihilation of the North. I don’t believe May will succeed in this.
Jurand and Leo are now open lovers, meaning Leo and Savine are spouses in name only. Lord Marshall Glaward has been sent to Styria to maintain a foothold in the country should things get ugly.
Caul Shivers has hung up his sword, and now controls Ollensand (or Carleon) in Rikke’s name. In his place as an advisor is The Nail, alongside Isern. The two of them clash far more than Isern and Shivers did.
After having been made an informant, Corleth proved her worth and was made master of an organization that functions similarly to Styria’s spies.
The two characters I’m most interested in at this point besides Hildi and Skarling Jr are Carlot and Cathil. How are they going to respond to their brother’s death? Where is that grief going to take them? Leo will of course want to tie up loose ends, placing both sisters near the top of his hit list. If either Carlot or Cathil took after their mother in any way, I doubt they’ll take such a huge blow to their family sitting down.
We know a little about Carlot dan Luthar from her appearance in TTWP. She’s similar to her brother in personality, and seems to have a more strained relationship with her mother. We know absolutely nothing about Cathil other than that she’s married to Lord Governor Skald of Starikland. If I had to guess, I think Carlot will react in a more visceral way to Oreo’s death than Cathil will. She will crave vengeance, as will her mother, but her mother will prioritize her relationship with Shalere more. This woman has been uprooted from her home twice now. She lost it once when Monza killed her father, and again when the Peoples’ Army took Adua. Should she go to war with Leo, she will risk losing her home again. This inaction on Terez’ part will drive a wedge between her and her daughter, which will only sink Carlot deeper into her whirlwind of emotions. To spite her mother, Carlot will turn to a person in Styria who knows all about revenge. Monza Murcatto. I think Monza will groom Carlot to take her place as Styria’s brutal protector. Although Carlot can’t strike a blow against Leo directly, she can emotionally wound him via targeting Lord Marshall Glaward. If we get a standalone, I think it will revolve around an assassination plot against Glaward and other members of the Closed Council (Isher, maybe). If the plot succeeds, Carlot will incite a fourth war between the Union and Styria. That, or she will cause a civil war between Leo and Savine because they can’t agree on whether to go to war.
How Cathil dan Luthar’s story will unravel is anyone’s guess, but I have a feeling the Old Empire is going to take Starikland. The last time they were prevalent in the story was BTAH, and it would be great to see them make a big return.

I’m going into surgery tomorrow for a possible fistulotomy or a seton, obviously depending on the track of the fistula. But I’ve also have pretty large perianal skin tags around my anus, which they might remove on the side of the fistula. I don’t really know what to expect, but it is what it is. I’ve read countless things from this forum, so I have a good idea this will be a suckfest no matter what. But I have three questions, if someone can advise me.
1). How do you clean yourself after a BM? I have a bidet, but I’m afraid the water will hurt too much.
2). How do you sleep, because I’m a 100% back sleeper? Something tells me that’s no an option.
3). Does smoking weed help with the pain?
Thanks in advance! I’m totally freaked out about this whole thing. Constantly start tearing up, thinking the worst is going to happen. I’m sure you can relate.

I miss having someone in my arms, having someone to hold and to be held by. I miss that connection, that bond that you can only have with someone special. I miss all of that. And it's killing me.
I’m after the relationship that goes the distance, the one that results in love and, when the time is right, the ‘m word’. I can’t think of anything I look forward to more than spending my life with the woman I love.
I love physical displays of affection, both public and otherwise. Gestures like holding, hugging, etc, are something I adore and would always welcome, especially because I love the excitement and warm feeling that come with being close to the one you love.
The person I am after is someone who is kind and caring, somebody that I can relaxed around. I don’t want the stress of being around someone who gets set off my the smallest thing. My sense of humour is varied, although it can best be described as something of a mix of Chandler Bing (RIP) and Edmund Blackadder.
When we’re together, my ideal night would involve spending our time at home, curled up on the sofa together and watching a film, or playing a game, although I’m not against the occasional day/night out if it’s just the two of us.I watch little in the way of current TV or films, and almost no sport. My main solo hobbies can be found on my friends post.
If we’re apart, as I presume we would be in the early days of our relationship, then, because I game a fair bit, I’d be open to you watching me play something, or vice versa if you game as well. We could also chat while we play our own individual games. We can also watch films, TV, etc, or whatever may bring us closer together.
I’m in the UK, so I would prefer to talk to someone who is also in the UK, as it would make things convenient for the both of us, and it would also make meeting up easier, and I would want to meet up if things progress well. However, I am open to talking to people who are overseas, as long as you’re moving to the UK in the near future, and that the move is, if not set in stone, then is at least guaranteed to happen or to be able to happen. Be aware that I am unable to travel overseas, although not for any nefarious reason.
I’m a vegetarian, though I don’t mind being around meat eaters as long as they’re respectful of how I feel. I don’t drink and, while I’m okay being with someone who does, it won’t work if you’re a person who drinks frequently. I’m non-religious and non-spiritual, and this will never change, and my views are generally what you’d call progressive and liberal. Disparate views are one thing, but if you use terms like ‘PC/PC culture’, ‘liberal’ or ‘woke’ as pejoratives, we will not get along. In addition, I do not smoke and will not be with a smoker.
I’m okay with either private messaging or Reddit chat, though I’d like to move off Reddit once we both feel comfortable doing so. Once we’ve moved to a different platform, exchanging pictures is then also something that would be done once we’re both comfortable, as would voice and video chat, especially because the best way to really get to know someone is through real-time communication.
Your opening message doesn’t have to be that long, just give me something to work with, something that can spark conversation. If you have any questions, queries, posers, then feel free to ask.

Hey everyone,
I’m hoping to get some advice regarding a situation my friend and I are facing. Yesterday, we went to town to watch the boxing match. Before heading to town, we had a few drinks and then parked his car by the road near the river. After a night out, we returned to his car, sat in it, and smoked some weed (I know, not a great decision).
We had no intention of driving the car and were just sitting there with the keys turned only to use the lights. Our plan was to walk back to my parents' house so we could sleep there and collect the car the next day to play football. I would never have allowed him to drive under the influence due to personal reasons—my Nan was involved in a car accident where my Grandad once drunk drove, and it’s something that holds a deep place in my heart.
Unfortunately, the police passed by, smelled the cannabis, and approached us. They breathalysed my friend, and he was over the limit. Despite explaining that we weren’t planning to drive, they arrested him and took him into custody. He was also caught with less than a gram of weed on him. He was released the next day and was told he’ll likely face a 12-month driving ban, though it’s not set in stone. The officer said it is unlikely that he won’t get the 12-month ban, which seems extreme and scary given that he wasn’t driving at all. He has to go to court.
Here’s some context: my friend is 23, has just finished university, and has ADHD. This potential driving ban would be devastating for him.
While this was happening, I was cooperative and recording for our safety. I believe I wasn’t treated fairly by the officers. I was told not to record, and one of the officers snatched my phone out of my hand and threw it onto the car seat, preventing me from properly documenting everything. Additionally, an officer grabbed me by the wrist while I was out of the car trying to record, which was quite uncomfortable. I consider myself a reasonable and cooperative person, and I feel like we were treated unfairly.
My questions are:

1. Is there any hope of contesting this potential ban given that he wasn’t driving or intending to drive?
2. Does ADHD play any role in this situation that could potentially help his case?
3. Are there any steps we can take to help mitigate the consequences?
4. What can we do about the way I was treated by the police?

We understand this is a serious lesson learned, but any advice or insights would be greatly appreciated.
Thanks in advance!.

Hey everyone,
I’m hoping to get some advice regarding a situation my friend and I are facing. Yesterday, we went to town to watch the boxing match. Before heading to town, we had a few drinks and then parked his car by the embankment near the river. After a night out, we returned to his car, sat in it, and smoked some weed (I know, not a great decision).
We had no intention of driving the car and were just sitting there with the keys turned only to use the lights. Our plan was to walk back to my parents' house so we could sleep there and collect the car the next day to play football. I would never have allowed him to drive under the influence due to personal reasons—my Nan was involved in a car accident where my Grandad once drunk drove, and it’s something that holds a deep place in my heart.
Unfortunately, the police passed by, smelled the cannabis, and approached us. They breathalysed my friend, and he was over the limit. Despite explaining that we weren’t planning to drive, they arrested him and took him into custody. He was also caught with less than a gram of weed on him. He was released the next day and was told he’ll likely face a 12-month driving ban, though it’s not set in stone. The officer said it is unlikely that he won’t get the 12-month ban, which seems extreme and scary given that he wasn’t driving at all. He has to go to court.
Here’s some context: my friend is 23, has just finished university, and has ADHD. This potential driving ban would be devastating for him.
While this was happening, I was cooperative and recording for our safety. I believe I wasn’t treated fairly by the officers. I was told not to record, and one of the officers snatched my phone out of my hand and threw it onto the car seat, preventing me from properly documenting everything. Additionally, an officer grabbed me by the wrist while I was out of the car trying to record, which was quite uncomfortable. I consider myself a reasonable and cooperative person, and I feel like we were treated unfairly.
My questions are:

1. Is there any hope of contesting this potential ban given that he wasn’t driving or intending to drive?
2. Does ADHD play any role in this situation that could potentially help his case?
3. Are there any steps we can take to help mitigate the consequences?
4. What can we do about the way I was treated by the police?

We understand this is a serious lesson learned, but any advice or insights would be greatly appreciated.
Thanks in advance!

11/20/2017
Log book of Det. Ryan Snow
Case #2798: The Appalachian Murders
The past couple of days are events I pray no one else ever has to go through what Kate and I had. I had her and Mr. Raines cleared of all charges, having found the proof we all needed to end this case and find the true killer. Kate no longer has to go into witness protection and I had given the police a good enough lie to keep myself from looking insane in the eyes of my co-workers. I know no one will ever know the true story or believe it, but I’m writing it out here. It at least needs to be known written somewhere. Even if my and Kate’s eyes are the only ones that will ever read it written out and forever imprinted in our memories.
The morning Kate had run off to the mountains on her own, I had made my way to the Blackwell home where I was immediately met with Mr. Blackwell charging at me and wrapping his large hands around my neck. He was shaking me and blaming me for getting his daughter killed and not doing more to keep her safe. The police who had been called to examine the scene and read Kate’s letter had to sedate Mr. Blackwell to get him off of me, lying him down on the couch, his head resting on Mrs. Blackwell’s legs. Though the woman was distraught and begging the police to bring her daughter back, she still took the time to shoot that cold, death glare my way. The ice in my chest growing. I couldn’t tell these people that this thing had come after me to get to Kate. I knew it wouldn’t change anything. If anything they’d hate me even more for keeping it to myself.
The sheriff was there and he pulled me away from eye sight of the Blackwells, trying to tell me that this wasn’t my fault. But I couldn’t help but blame myself. I should have done everything I could to keep Kate as far from those mountains as possible.
There were no signs of a struggle in Kate’s room and the letter was definitely written in her hand writing. Her father’s rifle missing from the study, a backpack and some food and supplies gone as well. She had only grabbed one set of clothes from her drawers, showing she did indeed have plans on returning after only one night in the mountains to confront whoever or whatever the killer was.
I told the sheriff to keep any police from going up to the mountains without first allowing me to go up there first to find Kate. He of course argued, telling me that he couldn’t break protocol based on any hunches I may have had. However, I told him that I could get Kate back without her putting up much of a fight, whereas she may struggle with a group of cops who didn’t understand the situation she was in. I was close enough to this case to have built a trust with her after all. I was mentioned in her letter about ending this case for me.
It took a good hour to get the sheriff to eye the Blackwells, Mr. Blackwell beginning to stir from his sleep, and allow me to go to the mountains to find Kate. He didn’t bother to call off the search to the police that had already begun making their way to the mountains, but did radio to tell them to not try getting Kate home without first allowing me to speak to her. He then gave me twenty-four hours to find her to which I told him I’d only need at most ten.
Without telling him about the disturbing scratches on my car, I sped to the mountains, taking the same path Kate had that day she took her friends on their trip. The route, as the sun began to rise was scenic. A drive that may have been a sign of a bright future ahead with a beautiful week in the mountains of nothing but nature, was now a reddening sky of horror. I couldn’t understand how Kate felt, going down the same roads that led to her only friends’ fates to avenge them, but the feeling of guilt did weigh heavy on my chest as I saw the signs of the Appalachian Mountain trails grow bigger on the horizon. Guilt for not doing more to prove Kate was innocent, for allowing Mrs. Mayfield for getting killed right before my very eyes, and for Liam for not being lucky enough to save him.
When I finally arrived to the cabin, there didn’t seem to be any change since the first day I was called to the crime scene, the only thing out of place being Mr. Blackwell’s truck parked precariously near the cabin. The police tape was still up, the cars of Kate and Mr. Woolfe still left where they were, the tires still slashed, the door wide open from when Kate, Ms. Greymoore, and Mr. Woolfe ran out of the cabin upon Mr. Billings was killed by an unknown force. All the bodies had been found and were now being prepared by their families to be buried or cremated. Only one body of the five still roaming around to avenge each and every one of their deaths.
I called out for Kate as I made my way into the cabin. The Ouija board was still on the coffee table, the white line of where Mr. Billings had been found lying face first on the floor with his head bashed open remained on the spot. The planchette was still missing. I kept calling out for Kate as I made my way up to the attic, the door left unlocked, using my flashlight to shine down on the white outline where Mr. Steele had been found completely torn apart. To think Kate had done such a thing, I now realize made me look like a complete dumb ass for believing it.
When I couldn’t find Kate in the cabin, I made my way out the cabin, still calling for her. I called out to her, promising that she just needed to come back home with me and we could solve the murders together. I knew it was a lie and that the sheriff would immediately have her take away to some secluded place where the killer couldn’t find her, but it was all I could think of to try luring her out to meet me. Still, she never appeared.
The sun was soon beginning to set as I tried retracing the very steps Kate and Ms. Greymoore had taken to outrun the killer. I had passed the small shrine of flowers and the pictures of Mr. Woolfe where the boy had been found, his face permanently remaining nineteen forever in the photos of him with Kate and their friends. I kept going, trying my best to follow the same path to the cliff where Ms. Greymoore was found, calling for Kate along the way.
It wasn’t until I found the place Kate had buried her best friend that I found Kate. She was on her knees before the rock where she left her bloody handprint, sniffing as her head was lowered, her dad’s rifle in her hands.
“Ms. Blackwell-“ I began as I took a step toward her. I was immediately cut off as Kate jumped to her feet, raising her father’s rifle at my head. I jolted back, raising my hands up to show her I meant no harm to her. “Ms. Blackwell, it’s me, Det. Snow!”
“Detective…?” She gasped, slightly lowering the rifle, but keeping it on me. “P-Prove it!”
“I’m sorry?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.
“I… I thought I saw Sonja…” Kate breathed between tears, the rifle shaking in her hands, “it… It was wearing her face… It had her voice… How… H-How do I know you’re really Det. Snow?”
“You… Saw Sonja?” I asked as gently as I could with a terrified woman pointing a gun my way. “She spoke to you?”
“Prove you’re Det. Snow!” Kate demanded as she stilled her arms, readying the rifle as she pointed straight between my eyes.
“Alright! Alright!” I kept my hands up, backing up slightly as I tried thinking of how I could prove to her I was really me. “I… I, ah… I have… Had a brother… We went to get ice cream together once and… I dropped a dime and went to grab it… I was five… I followed it out to the road and despite how trafficked it was, I didn’t get hit. I grabbed the dime just as a truck was speeding my way and it swerved just before hitting me… Seeing how close I was to death, I dropped the dime and it rolled into the sewer. My brother called me Lucky Dime since then… Saying the dime was lost to me because it did its job in protecting me… I haven’t seen my brother since I was seven and I haven’t spoken to my parents in…” I looked at my watch. “Five years… No one else calls me Lucky Dime… Not even the people at the station know that was my nickname.”
With this, Kate lowered the rifle, her eyes softening from her furious fear to a more melancholy terror. She looked to Ms. Greymoore’s grave marker, her hand print just barely visible In the approaching darkness.
“It… It looked just… Like her…” She sniffed, “it had her voice… Why did it have her voice… Why did it look like her…?”
“Ms. Blackwell,” I soothed, relaxing now that there was no weapon in my face, “we need to head back, your parents are worried about you and the police are looking for-“
“I can’t go back yet!” She snapped at me as she spun to look at me, tears in her eyes. “That thing is still out there and will kill again unless I end it!” She held up her dad’s rifle as if to show me how she meant to “end it.” “I’m not leaving until I end that… Thing that had the balls to wear Sonja’s face and have her voice!”
“Ms. Blackwell, we will catch the killer, I promise, but right now, we need to get you home before your dad ends up killing a police officer for keeping him from looking for you.”
“I told him in my letter I’d be back tomorrow! I’m twenty-years-old, he can’t force me back home if I don’t want to! I just want to stop this thing before it-“
A howling in the distance cut Kate off. Coyote from what I could hear. If I couldn’t get Kate home, I’d have to get her somewhere safe. I turned to begin talking her down and taking her to one of the other two cabins for shelter. However, when I looked back at her, her face had turned to a bone chilling terror I’d never seen on a person before. She looked like hunted prey that had been found by its predator. She gripped her dad’s rifle to her chest tightly, her hand reaching for the trigger.
“Ms. Blackwell, it’s just a pack of coyote,” I tried telling her calmly, “let’s get to one of the other cabins and-“
“No, no, no,” She stopped me as she stepped back, looking around for where the howling was coming from, “I… Heard that same howling just before I saw Sonja! I thought it was far away, but she… She was right in front of me… She… Something was off, but it looked just like her!”
“Ms. Blackwell, you didn’t see Sonja,” I assured her, “I don’t know what you think you saw, but it wasn’t-“
“Lucky… Dime…”
I froze. My blood turned to ice. The fear on Kate’s face grew as she began backing away, her back hitting the grave marker. I spun around to see a figure in the darkness limp toward us, a scratched and garbled familiar voice coming from it.
“Lucky… Dime…” It wheezed, “You brought her… Back… Give her… To me…”
I whipped out my gun, pointing it at this thing that had his voice. I stepped back to stand directly between this thing and Kate.
“Stay back!” I demanded. “Don’t come any closer!”
“Lucky… Di-“
“Shut up! Stop calling me that! Who are you? Not another step or I’ll shoot!”
The thing stopped limping toward us, its body shuddering in place as it stared us down. I took the safety off of my Glock, ready to blow this thing’s head off if it got any closer or even dared using that voice on me again.
“Kate…” It turned its attention to Kate, a completely different voice coming from it, another male’s voice. “Kate… I’m cold…”
“J-Jasper…” Kate began to sob, “Please, stop using their voices… Please stop!”
“Kate… Kate why did… Did you leave me…?” Another male voice asked. “I… I was in so much… Pain…”
“Shut up!” Kate cried out.
“I thought we… Were friends… Kate…” A female voice. “You said you… Loved me… Why won’t… You let me have… Your warmth…?”
“I said shut up!” Kate screamed as she pointed her rifle and shooting at the creature. She had missed, but the thing still let out an ear piercing shriek as it dodged out of the way of the bullets Kate was shooting. It ran off into the darkness, but Kate kept pulling the trigger of her rifle.
“Stop!” I shouted as I snatched the barrel of her rifle, shoving it to the ground before us. “It’s gone, you scared it off, get to the cabins, I’m right here with you!”
I began shoving Kate back toward where the cabins were, the sounds of that thing screaming out in a symphony of different voices ringing out throughout the woods. I shoved Kate into the first cabin we had arrived to, Cabin #1 I could only assume as I slammed the door shut behind us. It smelled God awful, like the smell of the corpse I found on my first murder case, and it was getting darker as the sun began to sink behind the trees outside.
“Detective, it smell terrible in here!” Kate cried out, covering her mouth and nose, but the tears still falling from her eyes were still visible as they rolled down her cheeks.
I pulled her close and kept her behind me as I took my gun and flashlight out. “Stay close to me,” I ordered, leading the way through the cabin, “do not run off or use that rifle without may say so, understood?”
Kate didn’t answer, but I could feel the heat from her body following after me as I made my toward the smell. It was getting worse as we inched closer to a closet door in a hallway that connected the living room to the kitchen. The door was locked, but after a couple of kicks I was able to get the door to swing open, the smell blasting us in our faces making us gag and nearly throw up on the floor. I fumbled around the sides inside the room to find a light switch that I was able to find to the side of the entryway. A yellow light flickered on, revealing the door led to a staircase. I led the way down the creaking steps, Kate close by as she kept her mouth covered with her shirt.
Once we had made our way to the bottom, Kate dropped her dad’s rifle and let out a scream as we stared at what was waiting for us at the bottom of the steps. In a large pile at the corner of this basement room were nothing but skin and bones of humans and animals covered in maggots and flies. Some of the human bodies being small and child-like in size. The missing people who were never found after vanishing when they came to Cabin #2.
I grabbed Kate’s rifle off the floor and began pushing her back up the stairs, her screaming and sobbing all the way back up to the cabin. I slammed the door shut behind us and pushed Kate to the front door.
“We need to leave,” I had told her, trying to calm her down as we made it outside, “we need to get you home and away from here as soon as possible.”
“N-No… No!” She began fighting me, trying to escape my grasp on her. “No! That… That thing is still out there! You saw it! You can’t say you don’t believe me now! It even called you Lucky Dime! It said you brought me back!”
“I’m not saying I don’t believe you!” I shot back. “I do, I saw exactly what you saw, but it’s way too dangerous for you to be out here while you’re the one it’s after!”
“I escaped it once, I can do it again!” Kate pointed out as she struggled against me while I tried getting her into my car. “I’m not running away this time, I want to kill it!”
“God damn it, Blackwell, we’ll let the police handle it! Just because you have a weapon doesn’t make you safe or ready to handle something like… Like that… That thing!”
“It killed my friends! It wants me! I’m going straight to it so I can blow its head off! It’ll come right for me!”
“I came here to bring you back home, not let you accomplish some stupid ass revenge plot! Get in the fucking car, unless you want to end up like those bodies down that-“
“D… De… Detect… Detective…”
A scratched and moaning voice cut me off. Kate and I both froze at the sound of something approaching. I turned to see a police officer stagger toward us from the tree line. I could barely tell who he was or who he used to be, his head held low and blue uniform covered in blood.
“H… Hel… Hel… Help… Help me…" It croaked as it stumbled closer.
I held up Kate's rifle. "Stay back!" I barked. "Not another step!"
The thing that stood before us wearing the cop like a full-bodied suit stopped in place. It swayed where it stood, blood water falling from its head and down to its chest.
"It… It… It's inside… Inside me…" It breathed painfully. "I… I can't… Help… Me…" Its voice then changed to that familiar voice that made my skin crawl. "Lucky… Dime… I… I'm so… Hungry… Give her… To… Me…"
I pulled the trigger of the rifle, hitting the creature in the head, the rest of it staggering backward from the blow. Still though, it remained on its feet, turning itself to look toward us once again.
"Give… Her… To… Me…" It wheeze, blood and brain pouring from where I had shot it, it beginning to stumble toward us once again. I continued shooting, hitting it in the shoulder, the arm, the leg, the head again, but it just kept coming toward us faster, demanding I give Kate to it.
I was about ready to ram it with the rifle, having run out of bullets, when a voice off in the distance made the creature freeze just an inch before us.
"I'm here! I'm here!" It called out in an almost sing-songy way, using the voice of a little girl. "I'm here! I'm here!"
"I'm… Here…" The creature repeated as it jerked its body to look to where the voice was coming from. "I'm here… I'm here… I'm here! I'm here! I'm here!" It began shrieking in a high pitch wail. It sounded like a mixture of different voices ranging from child, to woman, to man. Keeping flat on its feet, its upper body fell forward onto its hands before speedily crawling off like a spider.
We stood in shaking silence for a moment, Kate digging her fingers into my arm while I was too numb from shock to care about the pain she was unknowingly inflicting. It wasn’t until the radio from my car buzzed to life that jolted us back to whatever reality was at this point. I scrambled to the driver’s side, swinging the door open as I fell inside to grab the intercom to respond to the voice yelling for me over the receiver.
“Det. Snow, what the hell is going on up there?” The sheriff’s scratched voice called out over the receiver when I could barely get my name out of my mouth.
“Sh-Sh-Sheriff…?” Was all I could respond with, still trying to wrap my head around what I had just seen.
“Y-Y-Yeah,” he responded in mock shudder, “what the hell is going on up there? I’ve tried radioing every man I’ve got up there and am constantly being left on red! Do I need to send back-up?”
“No!” Immediately, I returned to full reality, finally understanding the severity of the moment and putting that knowledge into my tone. “Landon, do not send any more men up here, call everyone back immediately! I don’t know what this thing is, but it’s too dangerous! Call everyone back, we’re heading back to the Blackwell house now!”
“We?” The sheriff questioned, skepticism in his voice.
“I found Ms. Blackwell, she’s here with me.”
I was met with statice before the voice of Mr. Blackwell blasted over the intercom.
“Bring my daughter home, right now, you son of a bitch!” Mr. Blackwell demanded. “You bring her home this instant before I decide to kick your teeth in!”
I opened my mouth to respond, but the radio was snatched from my hand from Kate. “I’m not coming home until I kill this thing!” She snapped into the radio. “I don’t know what it is, but I at least know I’m not crazy and that it needs to die before it kills anyone else!”
I grabbed the radio from Kate’s hand, beginning to tell her off when a agonized scream erupted from the intercom. I dropped the radio to cover my ears as Kate did, the scream piercing from my car to throughout the forest around us. The voice screaming and crying for help sounded male and it seemed to echo all around us.
“GIVE HER TO ME, YOU SON OF A BITCH!” A mix of the screaming voice and Mr. Blackwell’s hissed out after a good five minutes of screaming before the radio short-circuited and puffs of smoke flowed out.
After allowing my ears to adjust to the sudden silence, I grabbed the radio once again and tried calling for the sheriff, for the cops with us in the mountains, for anyone. When I was met with more silence, I slammed the radio back down on the holder and cursed loudly, hitting the wheel as if it were the source of all my problems.
After a moment to take some deep breaths, I told Kate to get in the car as I placed her rifle in the back seat.
“Didn’t you hear me?” she shot back. “I’m not-“
“Damn it, Blackwell, we have no idea what we’re dealing with, it can mimic peoples’ voices, and it just ran off like a fucking black widow!” I snapped, stepping out of the driver’s seat to glare down at her. “The last thing I’m doing to leaving you here alone and I’m not staying here another second until I can wrap my head around what the fuck I just saw! So, you either get yourself killed out here while I try talking you down this hero complex high, or you’re going to do what I say and get in the damn car!”
We stood in heated silence, glaring each other down before Kate huffed and stormed over to the passenger side of my car and slamming the door shut as she climbed in. I jumped in after her and began driving away from this nutty nightmare I had found myself in.
We drove down the trail back to civilization in silence, Kate staring out the window and trying to keep her tearful sniffs quiet. I had finally begun calming down and was starting to feel bad for snapping at her. She had only gone there to avenge her friends by killing that thing that had most likely killed a whole bunch of cops to find her. However, I still couldn’t just let her stay to hunt it and I didn’t want to stay out in those mountains with some kind of creature that could take the form and voice of someone I knew. I still couldn’t understand what is was I had even seen.
“Wendigo,” Kate whispered, breaking the silence in the car first. She had said it as if she had just remembered something important.
“What?”
“A Wendigo,” She repeated, turning to look to me with wide scared eyes, “that’s what that thing is! It’s a Wendigo!”
“Slow down, what’s a Wendigo?”
“It’s… Oh, just forget it! You wouldn’t believe me anyway.”
“Ms. Blackwell, I just saw a cop being used as a puppet and then run off at inhuman speed on all fours; I doubt I’m not going to believe a single word that comes out of your mouth now. What’s a Wendigo?”
Kate eyed me for a moment before releasing some of the tension from her face as she took a deep breath and began explaining to me. “They’re a Native American myth; it’s believed they’re the spirits of people who would lose themselves in the woods and would end up eating other people to satiate their hunger. I think that’s what that thing is. They can mimic the voices of people who died and use it to lure people to them, they can take the form of that person too.”
“Why does it want female hearts?” I asked, not realizing I had yet told her what my mysterious caller kept asking for when they called me.
“It… It wants my heart?” she asked shakily.
I cursed to myself before letting out a frustrated sigh. “I think this thing wants hearts, but it only wants female hearts. Why? I don’t know yet. But the only other person to be found after killing someone in those cabins was found with his partner’s heart missing to which he was blamed for taking out of her. Recently, I’ve been getting calls from some… Thing wanting me to bring you back here so it could take something from you. It would have taken Ms. Greymoore’s, but you hid her well enough that only the police could find her in time. Now, I’ve been getting calls asking for you and to get something from you.”
Kate looked to me in shock before a wave of guilt twisted her face in pain. “I… I’m so, so… So sorry, Detective!” She cried out. “I… I had… I had no idea you were being… Harassed by it! Had I known it wanted me back and was demanding you brought me here, I never… I didn’t… That’s why it said you brought me back! Oh, I’m such an idiot!” She pressed her hands to her face, grabbing at her hair between her fingers and tightening them around her eyes.
“No, no, no, stop, stop that!” I ordered, screeching the car to a halt, having to bring it to a crooked stop so I could stop her from hurting herself. I snatched her arms from her head and pinned them to her lap, tears flooding her face. “It’s my fault for not telling you sooner! I was too focused on trying to solve this case with the most efficient evidence I could, but that just kept me looking to you as a suspect. I should have stopped thinking you were the killer the moment I got that first call. There’s no way any of us could have seen… This coming… Except people who probably already believe in that kind of stuff or don’t stop to assume a more rational explanation like a cult… I’m… I’m sorry. But, I won’t let it take anything from you, not anymore. I’m going to get you home and then I’ll deal with this with the rest of the police department. You don’t have to deal with this thing anymore, it’ll be my burden from now on. You need time to finally get some rest and mourn your friends with your and their families. It’s already fucked your life up enough, I won’t let it go on making it worse.”
I stopped her before she could argue with me with a wave of my hand. “Your friends’ deaths shouldn’t be your burden to handle. I know you want to be the one who kills that thing and do right by them, but that’s not what they would want. They’d want you to remember them and continue living. They know you didn’t do it, so stop blaming yourself and stop acting like you’re the one who has to make it up to them. I will put an end to this die trying, but you need to go home and be with people who are happy you still get to live.”
Kate looked down at her hands that I kept down on her lap before nodding weakly and letting out a broken “okay.”
“Good, now let’s get you home before-“
My words were cut off when the honk of a car barreling toward us echoed through the woods. The headlights were fast approaching and I barely had time to grab the gear shift to put us back in drive as the other vehicle hit us, forcing us back and forth in one violent motion. It took me a moment to check myself to be sure I hadn’t hit my head on anything or got whiplash from the crash before I immediately returned my full attention to Kate who was kneeling over holding her head. I gently grabbed her shoulder and pulled her up to examine her head. It didn’t appear to have been busted and bleeding, but she was holding the front side of her forehead.
“Are you okay?” I asked her, prying her hand away from the spot on her forehead, seeing that it was beginning to bruise. “Can you hear me? Blink twice if you can understand me!”
“I… I’m f-fine…” she mumbled as she looked to her hand to check if there was blood on her palm, “I… I think I just… Hit… Hit the w-window…” She then blinked twice in my direction before looking to the car that had rammed us.
I turned my attention as well to the car to see it was a police van, it’s front crushed into the left of my front. I quickly jumped out my vehicle and stormed to the van, yelling at who ever was driving the van to come out and explain what the hell they were doing.
The driver’s side of the van swung open once I was near enough and a man in an orange jumpsuit climbed out, staring familiar daggers at me. The moment realization set in, my mixed emotions of confusion, frustration, and fear turned to fury.
It was Leighton Raines.
“Jesus, you really are a shitty detective.” Was all he said to me before reaching into the can and retrieving a rifle out from the passenger seat.
[END OF PART 1]
Part 6

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Aria Des - Next Step (Original Mix) / Key Dm, BPM 131, 6:34, MP3 16.07 Mb
Aria Des - Prophecy (Original Mix) / Key Am, BPM 131, 6:36, MP3 16.15 Mb
Arjun Vagale, Skeef Menezes - Subconscious Mind (Arjun Vagale ReWork) / Key Abm, BPM 143, 5:26, MP3 13.10 Mb
Armonica, Zamna Soundsystem, ROZYO - Summertime Sadness feat. Blu (Original Mix) / Key Dbm, BPM 124, 5:32, MP3 13.40 Mb
Arnaud Is Dancing - Shady Matrix (Original Mix) / Key Ebm, BPM 136, 7:38, MP3 18.62 Mb
Arnaud Le Texier - Temptation (Original Mix) / Key Cm, BPM 128, 5:39, MP3 13.69 Mb
Arnold Tempo - Prana (Original Mix) / Key Em, BPM 115, 7:33, MP3 18.52 Mb
Arta Fact - Mystique (Original Mix) / Key Db, BPM 139, 5:07, MP3 12.53 Mb
Arthur Freedom - East (Original Mix) / Key Gm, BPM 105, 2:12, MP3 5.51 Mb
ArthurGwo - Thinking About You (Original Mix) / Key Am, BPM 128, 2:41, MP3 6.68 Mb
Ascion - Hurry (Original Mix) / Key Cm, BPM 148, 4:18, MP3 10.74 Mb
CHRIS MØRGAN - Careless (Original Mix) / Key Bm, BPM 143, 5:34, MP3 13.66 Mb
CID, BURNR - Turn it Up (Extended Mix) / Key Fm, BPM 130, 5:26, MP3 13.46 Mb
Chris Mantanz - Reality (Original Mix) / Key Abm, BPM 135, 6:10, MP3 14.97 Mb
Chris Page - Used (Mattias Fridell Remix) / Key Am, BPM 127, 6:56, MP3 16.76 Mb
Christian Quast - Yeah Yeah! (Original Mix) / Key D, BPM 120, 7:12, MP3 17.56 Mb
Christian Schenck - Bold (Original Mix) / Key Dm, BPM 128, 6:02, MP3 14.63 Mb
Christina Novelli, Klassy Project - You're All I Want (LTN Extended Remix) / Key Fm, BPM 124, 6:28, MP3 15.68 Mb
Chukiess & Whackboi - Outta Control (Extended Mix) / Key Am, BPM 140, 3:26, MP3 8.73 Mb
Chuksie, Nusoka - Boat (Original Mix) / Key B, BPM 115, 2:41, MP3 6.56 Mb
Chuwe - Rewind (Original Mix) / Key F#m, BPM 127, 3:20, MP3 8.22 Mb
Claas Herrmann - The Beat (Original Mix) / Key A, BPM 132, 7:16, MP3 18.02 Mb
Clara Moreno, Dong Long - Uluru (Original Mix) / Key Em, BPM 125, 5:32, MP3 13.57 Mb
Clara Moreno, Dong Long - Uluru (Radio Edit) / Key Em, BPM 125, 4:17, MP3 10.55 Mb
Claudio PRC - Axial (Original Mix) / Key Dbm, BPM 130, 6:35, MP3 16.04 Mb
Claudio PRC - Elliptic (Original Mix) / Key Eb, BPM 131, 7:36, MP3 18.49 Mb
Claudio PRC - Focal Zone (Original Mix) / Key Abm, BPM 135, 5:43, MP3 13.97 Mb
Claudio PRC - Focal Zone (Oscar Mulero Remix) / Key Gm, BPM 135, 5:52, MP3 14.31 Mb
Claudio PRC - Nadir (Original Mix) / Key Em, BPM 142, 4:21, MP3 10.67 Mb
Claudio PRC - Zenith (Original Mix) / Key Dbm, BPM 129, 7:47, MP3 18.94 Mb
Claudio Polizzotto, Stevie Rain - Hell Raiser (BAN NOTICE Remix) / Key Em, BPM 155, 5:53, MP3 14.32 Mb
Clüb De Combat - Exciter (Original Mix) / Key Gm, BPM 127, 4:59, MP3 12.19 Mb
Coast 2 Coast, Discovery - Home feat. Discovery (Just Frank Extended Remix) / Key Fm, BPM 135, 7:32, MP3 18.28 Mb
Cole Vassallo - Dope Deal (Original Mix) / Key Fm, BPM 126, 6:25, MP3 15.76 Mb
Cole Vassallo - The DJ Booth (Original Mix) / Key Dm, BPM 127, 6:10, MP3 15.19 Mb
Cole Vassallo - The Drums (Original Mix) / Key Gm, BPM 126, 6:13, MP3 15.31 Mb
ColorJaxx - Here For You (Original Mix) / Key Am, BPM 123, 5:20, MP3 13.08 Mb
ColorJaxx - Night After Night (Original Mix) / Key Cm, BPM 123, 5:06, MP3 12.49 Mb
ColorJaxx - Tales Of Never (Original Mix) / Key Gm, BPM 124, 5:14, MP3 12.81 Mb
ColorJaxx - There Is Something (Original Mix) / Key Bm, BPM 124, 5:49, MP3 14.21 Mb
Conrado, MichaelBM, Timport - Pam Pam (Extended Mix) / Key Dm, BPM 128, 5:31, MP3 13.65 Mb
Conrado, MichaelBM, Timport - Pam Pam (Radio Edit) / Key Dm, BPM 128, 3:16, MP3 8.26 Mb
Conservators - Vector 137 (Original Mix) / Key Gm, BPM 135, 6:38, MP3 16.07 Mb
Conspiranoik - Spin Around (Original Mix) / Key Dbm, BPM 140, 5:45, MP3 14.12 Mb
Cortex Thrill - The Legacy (Lift Off Mix) / Key F#m, BPM 135, 4:36, MP3 11.70 Mb
Cortex Thrill - The Legacy (The Essence Mix) / Key G, BPM 140, 7:05, MP3 17.68 Mb
Cosmo, Leandro Da Silva - Candela (Extended Mix) / Key Fm, BPM 128, 4:31, MP3 11.13 Mb
Cosmo, Leandro Da Silva - Candela (Original Mix) / Key Fm, BPM 128, 2:17, MP3 5.81 Mb
Cream House, Gangdoolz - All on Board (Original Mix) / Key Em, BPM 127, 3:35, MP3 8.85 Mb
Cressida - Cat's Claw (Original Mix) / Key F#m, BPM 142, 4:35, MP3 11.24 Mb
Cressida - Do I Stay (Original Mix) / Key Em, BPM 140, 4:41, MP3 11.49 Mb
Cressida - Let The Devil In (Original Mix) / Key F#m, BPM 147, 4:38, MP3 11.36 Mb
Cressida - Medusa (Original Mix) / Key Cm, BPM 140, 4:48, MP3 11.76 Mb
Cressida - Radiate (Original Mix) / Key Bm, BPM 68, 8:01, MP3 19.47 Mb
Crushted - Pulso Magnético (Original Mix) / Key Em, BPM 134, 5:42, MP3 13.96 Mb
Crystal Сall - Singularity (Original Mix) / Key Am, BPM 152, 4:52, MP3 12.06 Mb
Cubanism - Relate (Original Mix) / Key Em, BPM 122, 7:23, MP3 17.89 Mb
D-Push - Stereo Love (Techno Version) / Key E, BPM 160, 2:45, MP3 7.00 Mb
D-tip - 33 Traces (Original Mix) / Key F#m, BPM 118, 4:42, MP3 11.46 Mb
D-tip - Closure (Original Mix) / Key Am, BPM 115, 6:45, MP3 16.38 Mb
D-tip - Dlala Wena (Original Mix) / Key Em, BPM 114, 5:24, MP3 13.14 Mb
D-tip - House Family (Original Mix) / Key Ebm, BPM 117, 6:10, MP3 14.99 Mb
D-tip - Mama Said (Original Mix) / Key Em, BPM 115, 7:43, MP3 18.70 Mb
D. Carbone - Not A Business (Original Mix) / Key Abm, BPM 145, 5:34, MP3 13.77 Mb
D33pSoul - Alf Leila We Leila (Original Mix) / Key Gm, BPM 124, 2:50, MP3 7.01 Mb
DAN:ROS - Do What You Want (Original Mix) / Key F#m, BPM 128, 4:32, MP3 11.08 Mb
DARK RED - Vortex (Original Mix) / Key Dm, BPM 124, 5:23, MP3 13.20 Mb
DEEPSTELL - On A Drift (Original Mix) / Key Am, BPM 124, 6:43, MP3 16.35 Mb
DHertz - Techno - Space (Original Mix) / Key Am, BPM 140, 3:02, MP3 7.44 Mb
DIB - Winmx 001.1 (Original Mix) / Key A, BPM 93, 5:22, MP3 13.16 Mb
DIB - Winmx 001.2 (Original Mix) / Key Abm, BPM 93, 6:03, MP3 14.80 Mb
DIB - Winmx 001.3 (Original Mix) / Key Em, BPM 140, 5:36, MP3 13.71 Mb
DIB - Winmx 001.4 (Original Mix) / Key Cm, BPM 93, 5:36, MP3 13.71 Mb
DIB - Winmx 001.5 (Original Mix) / Key Am, BPM 135, 5:45, MP3 14.06 Mb
DJ Baloo - Planet Namek (Original Mix) / Key Dbm, BPM 128, 6:45, MP3 16.29 Mb
DJ Baloo - Supercern (Original Mix) / Key Em, BPM 134, 6:27, MP3 15.57 Mb
DJ Daka - A New Order (Original Mix) / Key Am, BPM 136, 4:35, MP3 11.09 Mb
DJ Daka - Can't Stop (Original Mix) / Key Gm, BPM 138, 4:45, MP3 11.49 Mb
DJ Daka - Glow (Original Mix) / Key Abm, BPM 134, 4:14, MP3 10.25 Mb
DJ Daka - Life Without You (Original Mix) / Key B, BPM 130, 4:33, MP3 11.01 Mb
DJ Daka - Make It Happen (Original Mix) / Key Bm, BPM 133, 4:42, MP3 11.34 Mb
DJ Daka - The Last to Leave (Original Mix) / Key Am, BPM 131, 5:01, MP3 12.10 Mb
DJ Focus - Another World (Original Mix) / Key Bbm, BPM 114, 5:24, MP3 13.14 Mb
DJ Hakuei - Grace (Extended Mix) / Key Em, BPM 125, 7:58, MP3 19.36 Mb
DJ Ibanez - No Stressing (Extended Mix) / Key Dm, BPM 123, 6:03, MP3 14.97 Mb
DJ Ibanez - No Stressing (Sebb Junior Extended Remix) / Key Dm, BPM 124, 5:45, MP3 14.25 Mb
DJ Juanito - Sometimes (Original Mix) / Key Gm, BPM 126, 3:19, MP3 8.43 Mb
DJ LC, DJ Huguito - Que Lindo (Original Mix) / Key Gm, BPM 126, 4:10, MP3 10.28 Mb
DJ Leoni, Deep Surr - Vertigo (MeckaMacke Remix) / Key Am, BPM 120, 6:08, MP3 14.94 Mb
DJ MELTED - The Question (Original Mix) / Key Am, BPM 130, 5:34, MP3 13.52 Mb
DJ Mosh, Just Roi - Telephona (Original Mix) / Key Bbm, BPM 128, 3:41, MP3 8.98 Mb
DJ NaGrim - Perfect Climax (Original Mix) / Key Bbm, BPM 140, 3:46, MP3 9.30 Mb
DJ Nanni - Keyboard Strong (Original Mix) / Key F#m, BPM 136, 7:42, MP3 18.57 Mb
DJ PP, Jack Mood - Revolver (Rework 2024) / Key Em, BPM 124, 5:33, MP3 13.70 Mb
DJ Phantom 7 - In Love (Original Mix) / Key Em, BPM 138, 3:10, MP3 7.89 Mb
DJ Phantom 7 - Klangraum 9 (Original Mix) / Key Am, BPM 131, 3:38, MP3 9.25 Mb
DJ Phantom 7 - Love Play (Original Mix) / Key A, BPM 138, 3:17, MP3 8.25 Mb
DJ Phantom 7 - Space on Ship (Original Mix) / Key D, BPM 138, 3:32, MP3 9.12 Mb
DJ Phantom 7 - The Tone Rider (Original Mix) / Key C, BPM 131, 3:13, MP3 8.11 Mb
DJ Pondy - Feel Good (Original Mix) / Key Gm, BPM 125, 5:07, MP3 12.85 Mb
DJ Prophet - The Edge (Extended Mix) / Key Eb, BPM 130, 3:27, MP3 8.57 Mb
DJ S.K.T, Leo Leone - Losing My Mind (Extended Mix) / Key Gm, BPM 127, 5:02, MP3 12.26 Mb
DJ SETT - Take A Step Back (Original Mix) / Key Dbm, BPM 128, 4:45, MP3 11.63 Mb
DJ Shinsuke ! - World Wireless System (Original Mix) / Key Gm, BPM 140, 4:50, MP3 11.82 Mb
DJ Steaw - Don't Care (Original Mix) / Key Abm, BPM 125, 7:12, MP3 17.58 Mb
DJ Steaw - Northern Line (Original Mix) / Key Abm, BPM 126, 7:24, MP3 18.05 Mb
DJ Tragik, MM2BE - Berlin - Mitte (Original Mix) / Key Fm, BPM 135, 5:22, MP3 13.07 Mb
DJ Wawa - Zaha (Original Mix) / Key Dm, BPM 133, 5:00, MP3 12.44 Mb
DJ93 - No Words (Original Mix) / Key Bbm, BPM 125, 2:20, MP3 5.98 Mb
DJMarz - I Need You (Halley Seidel Remix) / Key Bm, BPM 138, 6:13, MP3 15.17 Mb
DJMarz - I Need You (Keith Forrester Remix) / Key Gm, BPM 122, 7:03, MP3 17.17 Mb
Dabincicode - Togheter One Time (Original Mix) / Key Dm, BPM 113, 5:44, MP3 14.00 Mb
Dalex (MX) - Ella Quiere (Original Mix) / Key Bbm, BPM 126, 6:44, MP3 16.57 Mb
Dalex (MX) - We Like To Party (Original Mix) / Key Am, BPM 128, 6:04, MP3 14.97 Mb
Dalle - No Rules (Original Mix) / Key Gm, BPM 127, 6:35, MP3 16.26 Mb
Dalle - Want Some (Original Mix) / Key Am, BPM 128, 6:15, MP3 15.48 Mb
Dalva - Crush (Original Mix) / Key Dbm, BPM 130, 6:58, MP3 16.94 Mb
Dalva - Like Dat (Original Mix) / Key Am, BPM 128, 5:38, MP3 13.74 Mb
Damekuta, Kymaera Hybrid Orchestra - ÆQUINOX (Tali Freaks Remix) / Key Em, BPM 123, 7:20, MP3 17.86 Mb
Dan Bay - In Love With Julie (Original Mix) / Key Gm, BPM 120, 7:26, MP3 18.20 Mb
Dana Tronic - Mischkonsum (Original Mix) / Key Dm, BPM 135, 4:48, MP3 11.71 Mb
Dani Labb - I Saw U (Sociedad Anónima Remix) / Key Gm, BPM 150, 4:50, MP3 12.02 Mb
Dani Sbert - Alchemy (Original Mix) / Key Abm, BPM 140, 5:46, MP3 14.24 Mb
Dani Sbert - Chrome (Original Mix) / Key Fm, BPM 136, 6:09, MP3 15.14 Mb
Daniel Aguilar (ES) - Rise Me High (Original Mix) / Key Dbm, BPM 129, 5:30, MP3 13.33 Mb
Daniel Bigler - Dub Vibes (Original Mix) / Key Ebm, BPM 123, 5:25, MP3 13.13 Mb
Daniel Natola - Give It Up (Original Mix) / Key F#m, BPM 125, 6:12, MP3 15.31 Mb
Daniel Orpi - Get Some (Original Mix) / Key Gm, BPM 128, 6:02, MP3 14.70 Mb
Daniele Busciala - Touch Me (Deep House Mix) / Key Gm, BPM 124, 6:23, MP3 15.55 Mb
Daniele Busciala - Touch Me (Soulful Mix) / Key Cm, BPM 124, 6:27, MP3 15.73 Mb
Daniele Busciala - Vibes Of Life (Original Mix) / Key Fm, BPM 125, 6:38, MP3 16.07 Mb
Danny Gilligan - Scarface (Original Mix) / Key Cm, BPM 132, 6:22, MP3 15.58 Mb
Danny Kush - My Heart (Original Mix) / Key Eb, BPM 126, 5:40, MP3 13.86 Mb
Danny Samaei - Wheaties (Original Mix) / Key Am, BPM 129, 5:27, MP3 13.38 Mb
Danny Serrano - Feelings (Original Mix) / Key Fm, BPM 125, 6:11, MP3 15.07 Mb
Dario Nunez, Javi Palmero - That's It (Original mix) / Key Gm, BPM 125, 5:05, MP3 12.57 Mb
Dark Room Robot - Hands up Drop Thing (Original Mix) / Key Dm, BPM 136, 5:27, MP3 13.20 Mb
Darkskye - War Cry (Original Mix) / Key Fm, BPM 130, 6:17, MP3 15.43 Mb
Dave Wincent - The Tip Of My Tongue (Original Mix) / Key Cm, BPM 138, 5:11, MP3 12.49 Mb
David Graves - Touch Blurred (Original Mix) / Key F#m, BPM 125, 3:35, MP3 8.97 Mb
David Moleon - Soma (Original Mix) / Key F#m, BPM 142, 7:04, MP3 17.01 Mb
David Moleon - Tribal Hunt (Original Mix) / Key Cm, BPM 140, 6:57, MP3 16.70 Mb
David Zylberman - Everybody Loves The Sunshine (Original Mix) / Key Fm, BPM 123, 4:32, MP3 11.01 Mb
Davide Mentesana - Kinder (Original Mix) / Key F#m, BPM 129, 6:57, MP3 17.11 Mb
Davide Mentesana - Watch Me Dance (Original Mix) / Key Dm, BPM 127, 6:48, MP3 16.77 Mb
Davix Project, Thalatta Alternaif - Arabian Phoenix feat. Thalatta Alternaif (Extended Mix) / Key Gm, BPM 124, 6:28, MP3 15.75 Mb
Deep Silencio - Only Now (Original Mix) / Key Cm, BPM 104, 5:21, MP3 13.15 Mb
DeepX, Moostafa - 21 (Original Mix) / Key Am, BPM 100, 3:04, MP3 7.62 Mb
Deepbass - Tempest (Original Mix) / Key Ebm, BPM 129, 6:12, MP3 14.99 Mb
Deepchild - Darker Arts (Original Mix) / Key A, BPM 130, 5:14, MP3 12.58 Mb
Deepchild - To The Sea (Original Mix) / Key Dm, BPM 140, 5:56, MP3 14.24 Mb
Dekcr - We Live (Original Mix) / Key G, BPM 135, 5:41, MP3 13.91 Mb
Demarkus Lewis - Finger Roll (Carlo Caldareri Groovin Remix) / Key Bm, BPM 126, 5:35, MP3 13.79 Mb
Denis Ago - Keep Move (Original Mix) / Key Gm, BPM 129, 5:57, MP3 14.63 Mb
Dennis Engelhardt - You Take Me Back (Original Mix) / Key Abm, BPM 132, 5:50, MP3 14.12 Mb
Denny Emile - Afterdusk (Original Mix) / Key F#m, BPM 142, 6:10, MP3 15.19 Mb
Denny Emile - Frequency (Original Mix) / Key Gm, BPM 130, 5:43, MP3 14.13 Mb
Denny Emile - Hivemind (Original Mix) / Key Am, BPM 142, 5:27, MP3 13.49 Mb
Denny Kay - Sibilant April (Original Mix) / Key Dm, BPM 126, 7:49, MP3 19.21 Mb
Derizion - The Rules (Original Mix) / Key Dbm, BPM 150, 2:27, MP3 6.12 Mb
Dersu, Gercek Dorman - Out of Control (Original Mix) / Key E, BPM 123, 3:54, MP3 9.62 Mb
Destro 187 - We Always Got Guns (El Brujo Remix) / Key Am, BPM 134, 6:20, MP3 15.30 Mb
Destro 187 - We Always Got Guns (Miss Mana Remix) / Key Bbm, BPM 140, 5:33, MP3 13.40 Mb
Destro 187 - We Always Got Guns (Original Mix) / Key Am, BPM 134, 5:31, MP3 13.32 Mb
Destro 187 - We Always Got Guns (Tom DM Remix) / Key Bbm, BPM 134, 5:17, MP3 12.78 Mb
Destro 187 - We Always Got Guns (Waffensupermarkt Remix) / Key Bbm, BPM 142, 7:37, MP3 18.38 Mb
Deton-8 - Armageddon (Original New Mix) / Key Abm, BPM 135, 5:52, MP3 14.43 Mb
Detroit 95 Project - Bring Me the Horizon (Original Mix) / Key F#m, BPM 132, 3:56, MP3 9.75 Mb
Devin, Emi Navarro - next to you (Original Mix) / Key Ebm, BPM 136, 2:10, MP3 5.51 Mb
Dhuss - Frequency (Extended Mix) / Key F#m, BPM 125, 6:55, MP3 16.97 Mb
Diego Burroni - No way to be happy (Original Mix) / Key Fm, BPM 125, 8:15, MP3 20.01 Mb
Diego Burroni - So many ideas (Original Mix) / Key Ebm, BPM 122, 6:20, MP3 15.39 Mb
Diego Burroni - Thin melody (Original Mix) / Key Gm, BPM 124, 6:15, MP3 15.18 Mb
Dinamite - Nebel (Original Mix) / Key Abm, BPM 128, 6:27, MP3 15.60 Mb
Dinia, Lynnic, ItsArius - Why Don't You Stay (Extended Mix) / Key F#m, BPM 128, 3:31, MP3 8.65 Mb
Dinia, Lynnic, ItsArius - Why Don't You Stay (Original Mix) / Key F#m, BPM 128, 2:38, MP3 6.52 Mb
Dis&dat - I See You Dancing (Original Mix) / Key Am, BPM 121, 7:24, MP3 17.93 Mb
Disastronaut - Bossa Nova Twins (Original Mix) / Key Gm, BPM 125, 11:01, MP3 26.71 Mb
Disco Service - Dreams (Original Mix) / Key Abm, BPM 130, 5:28, MP3 13.33 Mb
Disco Service - Frequency (Original Mix) / Key Abm, BPM 128, 6:02, MP3 14.70 Mb
Disco Service - Speed It Up (Original Mix) / Key Abm, BPM 136, 5:25, MP3 13.22 Mb
Discuji - It's All You (Original Mix) / Key Gm, BPM 118, 6:47, MP3 16.70 Mb
Discuji - PR Girl (Original Mix) / Key Am, BPM 120, 6:27, MP3 15.91 Mb
Discuji - Simulacra (Original Mix) / Key Am, BPM 120, 5:10, MP3 12.83 Mb
Discuji - Starscape '01 (Original Mix) / Key Gm, BPM 118, 5:22, MP3 13.30 Mb
Discuji - The Internet is a Virus (Original Mix) / Key Bbm, BPM 120, 5:47, MP3 14.30 Mb
Discuji - Worrell Park (Original Mix) / Key Gm, BPM 120, 7:12, MP3 17.71 Mb
Discuji - Yellow Swan (Original Mix) / Key Gm, BPM 122, 6:37, MP3 16.29 Mb
Distant People, Elisha Jay - Sweet Talk feat. Elisha Jay (Tony Deledda Remix) / Key Bbm, BPM 120, 5:26, MP3 13.22 Mb
Dj DIHNO - You Got The Move (Original Mix) / Key Abm, BPM 116, 6:21, MP3 15.41 Mb
Dj Jedy - The Beautiful Summer (Original Mix) / Key Abm, BPM 124, 3:28, MP3 8.62 Mb
Dj Taco - Droid 3000 (Original Mix) / Key Am, BPM 120, 6:45, MP3 16.40 Mb
Dj.Fili - New Wave (Original Mix) / Key Gm, BPM 135, 6:27, MP3 15.64 Mb
Djedjotronic, Anna Lann - Consequence (Club Mix) / Key Em, BPM 140, 6:00, MP3 14.79 Mb
Djedjotronic, Anna Lann - Consequence (Original Mix) / Key Em, BPM 145, 4:07, MP3 10.26 Mb
FREEWILL (CA) - For You (For Me) (Club Mix) / Key Am, BPM 128, 4:27, MP3 11.28 Mb
FREYA (CH) - FKNG BLIND (Original Mix) / Key Bbm, BPM 146, 4:53, MP3 12.08 Mb
FTRXPRS - Clara (Original Mix) / Key C, BPM 120, 7:08, MP3 17.39 Mb
FTRXPRS - Wieso (Original Mix) / Key C, BPM 120, 8:08, MP3 19.79 Mb
Francesco Bonora, DJ Rame - Passenger 17 (Original Mix) / Key Am, BPM 126, 8:07, MP3 19.93 Mb
Francesco Bonora, DJ Rame - Passenger 17 (Rolando Remix) / Key Bbm, BPM 84, 6:13, MP3 15.38 Mb
Francesco Bonora, DJ Rame - Passenger 17 (Terrence Parker Remix) / Key Gm, BPM 126, 6:55, MP3 17.05 Mb
Frank Storm, Francis De Simone - Quarterback (Original Mix) / Key Am, BPM 130, 6:25, MP3 15.67 Mb
Frankyeffe, Nina De Koning - The Drums feat. Nina De Koning (Original) / Key Fm, BPM 140, 5:15, MP3 12.74 Mb
Frankys - Don't Forget (Original Mix) / Key Gm, BPM 126, 2:48, MP3 6.94 Mb
Fraser Rix - Aspirations (Extended Mix) / Key Dm, BPM 121, 7:59, MP3 19.33 Mb
Fraser Rix - Sapphire (Extended Mix) / Key Ebm, BPM 121, 7:28, MP3 18.10 Mb
Fraser Rix - We Are Connected (Extended Mix) / Key Dbm, BPM 120, 8:20, MP3 20.17 Mb
Freak The Disco - Mr. Funk (Original Mix) / Key Gm, BPM 123, 5:20, MP3 13.24 Mb
Freak The Disco - Show Pony (Original Mix) / Key Abm, BPM 128, 6:32, MP3 16.12 Mb
Freak The Disco - Telapathic Grafitti (Original Mix) / Key F#m, BPM 129, 7:28, MP3 18.36 Mb
Freenzy Music - Back2Me (Original Mix) / Key Am, BPM 129, 5:57, MP3 14.57 Mb
Freestyle Man - Imelä Limppu (Deep Mix) / Key C, BPM 120, 6:22, MP3 15.40 Mb
Freestyle Man - Let It Roll (Helsinki 1995 Mix) / Key Gm, BPM 116, 6:55, MP3 16.74 Mb
Freestyle Man - Step Right Into To My Life (Kerma Mix) / Key Am, BPM 122, 5:29, MP3 13.30 Mb
Freydel - Mongolian Princess (Original Mix) / Key Fm, BPM 121, 5:23, MP3 13.17 Mb
Freydel - New Pics On The Wall (Original Mix) / Key Cm, BPM 124, 4:26, MP3 10.91 Mb
Freydel - New Thoughts (Original Mix) / Key Dm, BPM 126, 6:24, MP3 15.60 Mb
Freydel - Summer Heat (Original Mix) / Key Dm, BPM 126, 5:57, MP3 14.55 Mb
Frhad, Kanako - Tell Me Why (Nightcore) / Key Dbm, BPM 176, 1:53, MP3 4.84 Mb
Furkan Sert, KARNASER - Don't Be Afraid (Original Mix) / Key Fm, BPM 115, 3:08, MP3 7.77 Mb
G. Felix, Dead Space - Good Time (Original Mix) / Key Cm, BPM 128, 5:38, MP3 13.86 Mb
GEN33 - Dream (Original Mix) / Key Abm, BPM 129, 5:46, MP3 14.16 Mb
GOVION - The Art of Noticing (Original Mix) / Key Fm, BPM 132, 2:57, MP3 7.31 Mb
Gallelli - Taking Off (Original Mix) / Key Em, BPM 126, 4:50, MP3 11.84 Mb
Gallelli - To The Top (Original Mix) / Key F, BPM 127, 4:21, MP3 10.69 Mb
Gama, MichaelBM, El Shick - Prendelo (FeelGood, Lucci Minati Extended Remix) / Key Bbm, BPM 130, 5:47, MP3 14.27 Mb
Gama, MichaelBM, El Shick - Prendelo (Lucas Bahr Extended Remix) / Key F#m, BPM 131, 5:52, MP3 14.46 Mb
Gama, MichaelBM, El Shick - Prendelo (Vale Extended Remix) / Key Ebm, BPM 127, 5:03, MP3 12.52 Mb
Garabal - Bom Bom (Original Mix) / Key Bbm, BPM 125, 3:02, MP3 7.63 Mb
Gaston Lopez - Intelligent Lifeforms (Original Mix) / Key Ebm, BPM 120, 6:32, MP3 15.92 Mb
Gazdabolt - Wild Foxes (Original Mix) / Key Bbm, BPM 114, 4:25, MP3 10.73 Mb
Gege - Nasty (AnDrew DeXx Remix) / Key Abm, BPM 128, 4:02, MP3 10.13 Mb
Gen2.7 - Border Crosser (Rework) / Key Cm, BPM 130, 9:01, MP3 21.79 Mb
Gen2.7 - Keep an Ey on It (Original Mix) / Key Am, BPM 128, 6:36, MP3 15.96 Mb
Gen2.7 - Rampage (Original Mix) / Key Am, BPM 130, 6:26, MP3 15.57 Mb
Gen2.7 - Sweet Darkness (Rework) / Key Abm, BPM 127, 7:20, MP3 17.76 Mb
Gerald Sanchez - Oshipa (Extended Mix) / Key Dm, BPM 124, 5:12, MP3 12.70 Mb
Gerardo - Some Of This (Mutual Dub Mix) / Key Fm, BPM 128, 7:23, MP3 18.07 Mb
Get Red - Twisted Thing (Extended Instrumental) / Key Gm, BPM 126, 4:23, MP3 11.12 Mb
Get Red - Twisted Thing (Extended) / Key Gm, BPM 126, 4:23, MP3 11.12 Mb
Get Red - Twisted Thing (Original Mix) / Key Gm, BPM 126, 3:37, MP3 9.29 Mb
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I’m on 18mg of concerta, Lamictal as a mood stabiliser. I smoke weed more than I’d like to. However, I wake up feeling really nauseous and light headed, low blood pressure until I take my concerta. Then I seem to balance out and I’m fine. But until then, it’s shit. I’ve heard of CHS, so I’m keeping that in mind. Has anybody else had this with Concerta though?

I’m curious to know the best and worst dupes you’ve all experienced! I love fragrance and can’t always swing $200-300+ on a new bottle. In those times, I try to find a dupe to allow me to try the scent out, and then buy the real thing if I truly find myself reaching for it.
Often, I will use my dupe fragrance as a base layer and the OG on my clothes to make the fragrance last.
Please share the best and worst ones you’ve personally experienced! Here are mine:
Wins:
Dua: Angel Share (Angelic Elixir): I bought my bottle secondhand from Mercari and it is a 1 to 1 for Angels’ Share! I have a FB of AS and compared side by side you cannot tell the difference.
BoraBora by Giardini di Toscana (Hug of Flowers)- I bought this one before trying BB. I went through my bottle in 6 weeks and Dua had sold out, so I bought BB! When I tried BB, I was blown away at how exact the match was.
Mallow by Sora Dora (Raspberry Candied Violets)- beautiful, creamy and such a close match to Mallow!
Rouge Smoking by BDK (She Loves Red)- this one started out bad. I could smell the carrier oil and it just was not close at all. After sitting 8 weeks, it deepened (the juice became nearly red) and it is the most gorgeous and perfect match! Except that this one lasts!!
Leisure in Paradise by Simone Andreoli (paradise Leisure)- another one that didn’t start well! After sitting 2 weeks it morphed into the most fruity, creamy and woody fragrance. I’ve used half my bottle in 3 weeks!
Devotion by D&G (Her loyalty) - this started as my biggest fail. My first Dua, and it was terrible! It took 3 months, but this one is now a deeper, richer version of the OG, with the same scent.
Rise by Akro (Rise of Pina Colada)
Oil Perfumery: Princess- so lovely, and strong! I use this along with OG Princess to amp up the scent. Compliments for Days!!
Lira- started out bad- all carrier oil! In 3 weeks it started to develop into a perfect dupe! At 5 weeks it was perfect.
Musk Therapy- 100% perfect and projecting. The black currant is so mouth watering! I wear this along with MT for a perfect wear.
Maison Alhambra- Atomic Rose (Infini Rose)- had to mature for around 4 weeks, but now this is a perfect clone!
Musk Therapy (Infini Musk)- this one took 8 weeks but now it is perfect.
Paris Corner- Khair Pistachio (Yum Pistachio Gelato)- this is a 1:1 on my skin! I just purchased a second bottle of this beauty, as I used my first one in 2 months. Had to sit 3 weeks- was very soapy at first.
Alt: Love Don’t be Shy- got this on clearance at TJ Maxx and it is amazing! Was fully matured when I purchased it.
Fails:
Dua: Musc Noir Rose by Narciso- smells like incense and room spray! Terrible on my skin.
Indult by Tihota- screechy, with an artificial vanilla smell
Bal D’afrique (Paris 1920)- total vetiver bomb. No other notes are noticeable to my nose! Very screechy and not smooth like the OG.
Oil Perfumery: Coconut Fizz by Guerlain- had this for 2 weeks, so it may not be matured. It is way too green smelling- no sweetness like the OG.
Beach Walk by Maison Margiela- way too strong, and does not have the nuance and sweetness of the OG.
Moonlight in Heaven- very perfumey- no mango or rice can be detected! Terrible.

Disclaimer: Please be careful not to misunderstand me here, I'm going to do my best to write this out in a way that it is least likely to misrepresent how I feel, but it's a prickly topic. I might not get this out exactly how the ideas are formed in my head.
Firstly, I do genuinely believe Joseph Smith was a serial philanderer who liked scoring notches on his bedpost. I believe he had a much higher-than-average libido, and I definitely believe that he considered himself far more worthy of sex than other men around him, that his delusions of grandeur gave him moral license to commit some terrible acts, that he had a disgusting and demonstrable affinity for young girls that possibly stemmed from some part of his childhood. With that last part I'm out on a limb here, I know it. I digress.
HOWEVER.
It's my opinion that polygamy was far more about power than sex. Not that sex wasn't involved, clearly it was. Not that it wasnt desirable (in the vast majority of instances it verifiably was, at least, but it's funny he didn't seem real interested in banging the older ones...) because clearly it was that too. But I seriously think we focus too much on the sex aspect and far too little on the power and influence he garnered from it.
Todd Compton's Sacred Loneliness has been flying though my head yesterday and today, due to some posts that have gotten me thinking. In it he argued that sex was a feature of polygamous marriages in the early church, but not necessarily the biggest driving purpose. He highlights the nonexistence of verifiable children derived from any of Joseph's plural wives, but does go to some great lengths to describe some children who were possibilities. Personally I think it's likely that there were at least a couple of children born to women after conceiving with Smith, but that's not super important. The argument I'm trying to make is that if it was entirely or even just mostly about sex (as it seems to have been with Brigham Young or the litany of other high-ranking and "highly prolific" polygamists) then he would likely have had more kids. Alternatively I wouldn't rule out that there were other methods possibly used to prevent kids especially due to his well-founded fears of retribution from Emma. That could have looked like a number of things, and there are several I would expect were part of the practice. Ironic, though, especially given that the primary intention provided by "The Lord" in D&C regarding plural marriage was, drumroll, to procreate.
I really do think it was more about power, also an idea borrowed from Compton. The invisible alliances that were drawn between Joseph Smith and almost all of the families from whom he would take another bride were the key feature, and the predominant goal in his mind. I think he cared a great deal more for solidifying loyalty among his followers and garnering their allegiance than he did about consummating the marriages. With some of the other women it seems clear that adding unto himself their wealth or prestige was the motive. It seems clear as daylight to me that for each wife, save for Fanny Alger and a handful of outliers, there is a clearly obvious benefit to Joseph, another boost to one of the pillars of power that held up his "earthly kingdom". Again, I'm not saying he didn't care for that sex part, it definitely explains Fanny and most of the outliers, just that it was probably, mostly, a pleasant by-product of the actual objective. "Oh if I have to have more sex, I guess I will, Jesus, but I'm only doing it for you, man..."
That Joseph would go through male family members of the woman he had set his eyes on, in so many cases, is important to remember. Their responses were varied, but that so many of those women were the eventually married to Joseph afterwards showed it was pretty effective. The relationships between those families and their prophet in the years that followed each marriage are, for me, the smoking gun. Many of the men on the other side of those transactions were given high positions of authority, leadership, and influence, not to even begin mentioning the promises that were made to them about their riches in the world to come.
I don't think we should ever stop recognizing the horrible acts that were perpetrated by that man or any who would follow him regarding literal child brides or forced/compelled marriage. Those should continue to be highlighted, shouted on top of mountains, and willfully used to malign the names of the likes of Joseph Smith, Brigham Young, Lorenzo Snow, Wilford Woodruff, and so many others. All I'm saying is we should recognize the possibility that among the benefits of plural marriage sex was a close second to the accumulation of power, fealty, and admiration of followers.
Glad to hear y'all's thoughts.

I know when my meds kick in because my cigarette cravings go through the roof. I quit about two weeks ago but STILL the cravings are so intense on my meds. Before I quit I’d chain smoke like crazy on it. It’s so bad that sometimes I’m not productive and my mind is preoccupied with thoughts of smoking, but when I don’t take it I’m totally fine.
For anyone who has experienced this, does it get better? Did you have to switch meds? What did you do?

You have to believe that if you are to take anything away from this. I am not crazy. Never have been. Every great genius, I believe, says it at some point before others come to realize it for themselves. I am not crazy. All this happened, more or less.
I first saw the woman. Her eyes melted into tar, turned to smoke, and, as soot, fell on the ground as a shadow. Then came the after-effect woosh of a blade through air. Then the echo of fine steel turned tuning-fork. Somewhere along there I realized I’d forgotten to run. So I did.
A step, another step. Step and then step. After a few of those, I looked up to get a sense of what was going around. The town was burning. There came the bone-tremor of a church bell crashing down from far too high. A grain silo exploded. The seeds burst out in a cloud of smoke and then came the ignition. I pictured the grandest 4th of July I’d ever seen and imagined the fireworks, not a kilometer, but 50 yards from my face. I then realized I wasn’t imagining jack shit.
I ducked into a building as an autumn-leaf-wind of fire rushed down the street in a tidal wave. There appeared a door behind me where there had been none and then a dozen hands where there’d been maybe seven. I was dragged under the floorboards by the digging of nails then claws then teeth.
‘Say it tickles’, came a whisper by my right ear. Some old hag shouted from my left: “Lying bitch! “. “Don’t listen to her, sweetie”, replied the woman-floorboard-voice, “Say it tickles. Just trust me, they’ll let you go. I’m not her, never like her. I won’t hurt you. I wouldn’t hurt a fly” . The hag bellowed a laugh: “Lying bitch bitch bitch bitch… “.
I’d like to say I found it surprising that two shrill voices arguing was more irritating than being eaten by a house but I don’t think anyone who’s ever witnessed a proper cat-fight would believe me. Before I could take a splinter from the boards and end myself came the tickle of a feather upon my feet. It turned into rope, rope into spider web and before long I was being dragged away in the darkness.
There was this beam of light and I found myself settled down on a bed of straw. I had a moment or two to catch my breath too. I thanked the spider like so many citizens of New York before me and it gave a quick nod as it disappeared between the brick side of the house-turned barn. I almost had another moment then. But the bricks parted once again and came crashing out the boot I’d left behind. The spider web turned into a nose and then into a mouth that shouted: “Disgusting!”.
Shut the fuck up Jim. Jimbo. Whatever you call yourself. Sorry. People are loud around here before pill time and I got me a temper. I can’t just shout at some old dude so I gotta type it out. Hope you don’t mind. Back on the trakata track.
Feeling pretty ashamed, I got back on the way. Way? I know less than you do. No way. I just kept walking. The embers of the town soon started thinning around and I found myself shivering in my summer clothes. I don’t know why but I got to walking in the shade and, soon enough, I didn’t feel so cold any more.
I paused with a finger in the air and set my back against a tree. I tried my best to just take a deep breath and relax despite its bark that kept trying to give me a back-rub. I thought for a moment about, not it all, but pretty much nothing at all. And God knows those are the only times you think anything. I realized the sun was cold.
I played my fingers through the beams of light passing through the canopy and held them out over the path. A numbness settled on them in less than a minute so I pulled them back
I looked back at the town then. I saw the strange reflections the non-metal-metal roof-tiles cast back at that sun. I saw how all the buildings were sunken into the ground. I saw that I didn’t see a single window anywhere.
Finally, I saw something hanging from the cathedral’s spire, some half-kilometer high. It was frozen and a cross and on it, as with some crosses, was a man. I raised an arm and saluted myself. Then I realized I’d saluted myself. And then so did I and then I realized that I had that I had and then I realized.
At some point along those lines, I noticed that my mind had come unbound and was bouncing between my two selves. Cloudy, cloudy and cold cold cold memories were in my Jesus-self’s mind. Black holes, revelations, origins of symmetry I don’t fucking know. And somewhere, distant and distant as stars, the memory of the very moment we were living.
I saw then a man like me. He looked like you and he looked like me but somehow he did not feel the same. Always over my shoulder, looking over what I did. Always lurking at the edge, a hunger-unending. One thought, just one in its head. To be me. To be me. To be me. To come out into the light. That was the first time I met my shadow.
I didn’t cause I couldn’t but I saw it smile. Him? I don’t know if he would be mad if he heard me speaking of him like this. Him him him him. Him to the weekend. Cold fucking play man. Bio-digital jazz, man. I don’t know. I don’t know. Honestly, don’t really care. Haven’t seen him in a while. The lights in my room come from everywhere and the walls are all white so I don’t sleep which is when he finds me. I don’t care. Back to the memory.
Then I blinked and the cathedral was gone some miles away and then I blinked and it was gone all the way. I blinked. The forest had given way to jagged hills. I blinked. Still jagged hills. I blinked. Mountains to the West. I blinked. Mountains to the West. I blinked x11. Mountains to the East. Teleportation was lamer than I’d expected.
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAhahahahikHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA. Sorry sorry. Don’t you also ever get the urge to just tweak the fuck out sometimes? Youre in class and you realize: “Dude, I could literally molest Ms Robinson rn before anyone had any chance to stop me”. Those thoughts are invariably dangerous but your mind thinks them anyway. Assuming that your mind likes itself, what reason can there be for their existence other than that they are good then? Anyway, excuse the digression.
So I kept doing this for a while. I don’t know if my body experienced time. No, scratch that. I know it did but I don’t know how. I had a beard grow for a few dozen eye-blinks but then it was gone. I felt a finger-nail, finger-long, scrape against my leg but a few blinks later I was missing that arm from the elbow down.
I was pretty determined to keep on doing this. I think everyone knows the feeling. When you’re a little kid and you close your eyes and you pretend to be blind for a few hours, for a little bit of fun? But then I saw the village again. I’d been going for so long that I didn’t really notice it at first but then I saw it again. And then again. I think it was my 7th time around this world that I finally got a hold of myself.
Honestly, I’d thought about this ever since I saw that scp thing. I slowly closed one eye and then another and then another. Voila! Blinking was no more. Tis but a fool’s imitation of blindness anyway. (I’ve realized similar things about sleep too).
I stepped onto the town square of cobblestone of hexagons. Inside the hexagons were triangles and between those stardust. I stared deep into those cracks and realized I was looking through. I moved back and forth and noticed the parallax of the night sky but awry. Before I knew, the floor became a wall and I was falling.
I was lucky that I had been lying down close to the ground. My chin began scraping against the stones as I fell. Then I started to spin back. I grabbed a stone but it came loose and laughed at me a toothless laugh of rock. As I spun, the sky that was a wall became a wall sky and the sky-through-floor just a floor. The gravity changed at points.
The eastern horizon blurred to a disk of sundown glow and the West a twilight lantern. I was spinning so fast I began to hear the woosh of my body cutting through air. Woosh-Woosh-Woosh-Woosh.
I felt myself pass through something. It was a neck. In my wake, I saw a woman melt into night-stuff. I tapped against my chest so my woosh became a metal clang. That finally got myself to start running. I was in a slower type of time than I was right then so I didn’t hear myself say: “Go beyond the church” but I knew I must have because I told myself and then I did, had?
Up turns to down, down to up. Life to dust and metal to rust. I understood, some time in the future that gravity in this land was a matter of taste. I must have sent back that information but time doesn’t really exist when your existence is independent from it, does it now? As I was destined, as I came to know, I had always known and just not known that I’d known. That distinction doesn’t seem legitime to me either but hey, go take it up with the authorities. God knows I tried. I calmed myself and before too long touched down ground back at the hexagon-triangle-square.
I plucked one stone and then another. At first I could only see a few stars but my eyesight grew keener and keener as the wind from across the cobblestone filled my mind. Soon enough, I could see in every stone I unplugged, a million, million stars waiting for me. High up above, I could clearly see, my soul looking back down at me. He smiled reassuringly. He took me by the hand and took me to the beginning of all time.
I saw God then. What do you do when you know everything, when you are everything? I saw then the loneliest man there ever was. All he could do, all he knew he would do would be lesser than him. No one would keep him company. I saw a good that had no reason to be. And so, he became the reason for everything. And then there was light.
I saw then the part of my soul that ran away from the brilliance of that good. That would not, could not, believe itself to be worthy of such love. A part of my soul ran away and, cast in its own shadow, became the root of all shadow-things. I watched myself become satan.
I was back at the clearing. I saw then the summer sun shining down, burning my skin. It was cold. I passed my hand in front of my eyes and saw my shadow brush its fingers against my face. I saw myself then, again. I saw a shadow touch a shadow’s hand.
Bout all I can for the day. Ever since Ethan tried to kill himself with the keyboard they’ve been little bitches about us using the computers. Of course I could tell them it was really the keyboard who started it but Ethan’s depressed so anything he does has to be about his mental condition so they won’t believe me.
But don’t worry. As I said, I am a genius. I know things no one else knows and I can prove it. Feel free to ask about your future and I’ll tell you what I’ll feel like the next time the doctors let me out of their sight. Go long on copper futures.

I’m California Sober, which means I don’t drink but I do smoke weed. My girlfriend is Montana Sober, which means she doesn’t drink but she’ll do Meth.
My girlfriend is from Montana, that is true. She’s my soulmate. I didn’t believe in soulmates until my girlfriend convinced me … that she would leave if I didn’t start saying it.
It’s weird saying my soulmate is from Montana. Like that’s never going to be my fun fact. My soulmate is from Montana. If I heard someone say that their soulmate is from Montana I’d be like … do you like fucking Bison?
My girlfriend asked me I’ve ever been to Montana and I was like … well I think no … seeing as I haven’t been lynched yet.
No, but in Montana she’s not like the other Montanas. Like my girlfriend is vegetarian, which is weird because out there they only eat barbeque. And I’m like what’d you do out there? Graze grass? With the Bison?

Background:

• M25
• Been having symptoms for about 6 years, diagnosed about 5 ago
• With doctors advice I used to take 4 Zyrtec a day and now I take 2 at night and that’s it
• I drink some but like maybe once a week I have 5-8 drinks and 2 more times 1-3, often less.
• I smoke weed decently frequently but that actually usually helps I think due to being antiinflamatory. It happens a decent bit regularly but seems more frequent when I havnt smoked in a while
• I vape, but I’m working on quitting been weaning myself off and I’m in my second to last 1% device
• I’m allergic to a pesticide or something where some fruits and veggies like honey dew, cantaloupe, raspberries, carrots, and a good couple other fruits and veggies make my tongue feel itchy and tingly for like 5 minutes. This ONLY happens when they are raw but no other allergies that I have found and I’ve kept a detailed food journal and went a week and a half without eating any fruits or veggies to test it and I still had flair ups of hives and swelling
• Overall I’m pretty healthy. Work out regularly and monitor my diet because my physique is important to me. I have a dog and walk 10k steps most days. Never really had any significant health issues aside from this

History with this:
I was originally diagnosed with chronic idiopathic urticaria and angiodema, but idiopathic means they don’t know what causes it and now they replaced that word with spontaneous because they think it’s related to an auto immune disorder. Basically what this means is that I randomly get swelling in my face, specifically my eyes and lips and randomly get hives. I often get them where things rub on me like my waistband or my wrist when I’m wearing bracelets or the end of my sleeves. There are triggers like if my sheets are dirty. I sweat a lot in my sleep but literally wash my sheets twice a week more than anyone I know. Stress can make it worse. One weird thing that I have a theory makes it worse is when my vape is burnt the swelling happens more often (one of the MANY reasons I’m quitting). They say it’s not hereditary but my aunt is one of two people I have met in my entire life that has this. Obviously there could be more that just didn’t tell me but most people I’m close with know about it
I get hives pretty often. It used to be damn near constant but now with medicine it’s a couple days a week I’ll get minor ones that go away quickly and maybe every two weeks a bad one. The swelling happens probably 1-2 times a month
What I want to know:

1. What type of doctor would be an absolute expert in this? It took me like 5 doctors to originally get diagnosed. An allergist was the one that figured it out but I also tried a dermatologist, 2 other allergists, and my physician. Is allergist the best or is there someone more specialized?
   
2. Can anyone explain better what causes it? Now that it’s not idiopathic I assume they understand it better but I can only really find either very simple 1 sentence answers or very complex medical answers that I’m struggling to understand
   
3. Does anyone have any experience with this and important insights you’ve found?
   
4. Are there any new treatments availible? Anything I can do? Zyrtec is the best otc antihistamine for me but it still only kinda works
   

Thank you so much for anyone that can help. This is such a major disruption in my life that is constantly happening. I really struggle to leave my house or be productive when the swelling happens but a lot of that is mental. Shits so embarrassing and noticeable

Hi. I'm a 25 year old person and I just wanted a safe space to share something personal that happened to me when I was about 18-19 years old. I could find the date it happened... but doing this would mean going to look through a lot of old memories. It's a good thing and also a bad thing. When it happened, one person new about what really happened and another person thought it was something else completely. I didn't think too much about it when it happened but my body body did in fact remember. I use to get full body tremors something. Like my entire body would get tense and it would force itself to shake off all the tension. Afterwards I would just feel tired. As I have gotten older, I began telling some people close to me. My reaction doesn't change at all all these years later. Sometime I think that it was my fault. Sometimes I think that that person should not have done that and I wasn't my fault. Sometimes I think, in comparison, it wasn't a big deal. But it is regardless. It was just something that happen to me.
Anyway, here is what happened. I'll start with some context first. I was always alone. I didn't really have anyone. All I have was my eldest half sister and her husband and I did almost everything with them (more him than her because she was always working). I started living with them right out of secondary school all the way to university. When I got to university, I got mixed up with a person I shouldn't have and he got very angry with me saying that he tried to guide me to be better since my parents were a waste of time. He would get really mad about it because I would talk about how I was feeling (naivety and all) and he would just say that I was stupid to put it lightly. That was the dynamic of the household at this point in time. Him being stressed about his other life things going on, plus being mad at me (especially since I didn't want to hear good reason, which if he wasn't so mean at that time I might have listened to but honestly I don't think I might have). He would curse some times, be mean, make me feel paranoid about anywhere I was (this paranoia existed before and disappeared when I left home but then came back at a point when I started living with them). I wasn't right in this either, I just kept making mistakes, and they didn't trust me.
Another point of context is that I have always had problems with my body since I was young. For this story, the problem was in my private area (I'm a girl fyi) and there was no one to talk to about it at this time and I always ended up hurt myself. I even have tears on my labia from how much I hurt myself.
So when I started getting an allowance from my parents for university and because I'm an impulsive person as well, decided to go to the doctor. I remembered taking a bus to get to school and seeing a gynecologist office. I've known it was there ever since but I just kept it in the back of my mind for a long time. I was done having all these problems so I just went. It was relatively far walk from where I use to live as well. I can't remember why I didn't take a bus but I didn't. I went in and spoke to the receptionist. She told me that the docter wasn't in office yet and I could wait for him to arrive. So I waited. When I got called into his office I was really really really scared. But I was already stuck being there so I couldn't leave . He asked me if I had a boyfriend. And I told him that I did. He asked if I have sex. (This was my long distance person) I said no. I can't remember all the old things he asked. Afterwards, he told me to go in the back room to do the ultra sound and to take off my pants. So I did. He came in the room and did a check up on my breast (over my clothes) and said then said something along the lines of "I can do the ultra sound on your stomach but I can get a better......" At this point in time, I was on a table with a man with my legs spread and I was alone. I was flustered and didn't really understand what he was telling me but I just agreed. I agreed without thing. Fuck I wished I was thinking. He did whatever he was doing and then insert a probe inside of me. It hurt. It hurt so much and he was just talking like it was a normal thing. To me, I was just trying not too move too much and flinch from the pain I was getting. When he was done, he told me to put my clothes back on and left the room. I went in the bathroom and saw that I was bleeding. I was so startled and scared by this and put on a pad that was there in the room and told him that I was bleeding. I can't remember his reaction but he just said to come sit by the table and said nothing was wrong with me. I asked about things like if my discharge was normal and he said it was fine. He gave me my ultrasound, appointment card and sent me to pay. It took all of my savings to say the least. It was raining when I was walking home. I stopped at a fast food restaurant and waited until the rain stopped. I looked at the ultrasound while I was there and called my friend and showed him. He looked at it and said something along the lines of you don't look pregnant. At some point I made it home and hid away all the things and went on with my day. I can't remember my feelings honestly. I was already going through some other things and this was just one of my many mistakes at that point in my life. Maybe that same day, her husband when looking in my room looking for none existent drugs because he saw charcoal tablets in my room. I didn't do any drugs. Maybe I smoked some weed (once in a blue moon) and smoke cigarettes all because of stress but nothing else. He found the ultrasound and appointment card and called the place. When I got back to the house I remember being confronted about something but I can't really remember what happened. I've blocked out a lot of things that happened back then. I went home for that weekend (I never went home on weekends before and when things started happening I started going home) and I received a missed call from a number I didn't know and a voice-mail. I listed to the voice mail and it was the docter. He called me back and said that I should come back to his office and that a concerned family member called. I called my friend and told him and we had a good laugh about it. I was confronted about it at some point in time by him. I only realized that he went through my things because certain things were not put back in place in my diary. When I remember when he confronted me, I asked if he did look though my drawers. I can't remember if he lied or not but I remember the conversation being that I noticed that something was not put back in place in my dairy and he said he usually does but it pack in place but didn't this time. I feel like I could put more but it would be too much. It all happened such a long time ago and I should just move on but honestly I'm still so angry about a lot of things. It's hard for me to get over. This is just one of them. Sometimes I even wonder that when I do find someone, how do I even explain this. That I'm still a virgin but my hymen was broken by a gynecologist or should I just lie and say I've had sex before and just fake it. If I say the truth would my person even want me? All I can say is that I'm trying. Good enough for me.

So, here is part 2 of my entitled employee story. We left off with discovering Sally’s retaliation of giving me trash as a Christmas gift after her latest write-up.
So, the next several weeks, I am noticing more problems, but here’s some of the highlights.

1. Ever since we had issues of the office’s checks going randomly missing, Sally had apparently decided to just stop throwing any envelope away when opening the mail. She would supposedly search the envelopes/paperwork & then keep the envelopes with the paperwork. So, instead of doing her job better, she would decide to just stop doing the job at all. After all, you can’t get in trouble for screwing it up if you aren’t doing it, right? However, this resulted in items getting left with the paperwork (which sometimes wouldn’t get touched for several weeks due to being busy) that had needed to be collected or addressed right away.
   
2. Sally’s careless mistakes continued at about the same rate (average of 2 to 3 a week). She would put deposit slips/emails with the wrong office’s report, put one office’s mail in another office’s bin, put one office’s funding papers in another office’s bin, put one office’s bills in the folder for their correspondence & vice versa, put one office’s bills in the folder for another office’s bills, put the new month’s bills in the folder without taking out the old month’s bills so they would get mixed up. I could go on & on.
   
3. Sally would still ask for help on things she shouldn’t need help on anymore, ‘cause I had helped her many times on items exactly like it in the 2 years she’s worked here. I mean, the whole point of asking for help when learning new things on a job is so you can take the input you’re given & use it to get better at the job so you don’t have to ask for help anymore. I mean, what kind of office works by their employees constantly needing to be walked through everything every day? Sally would even ask for help on things no one would need to ask for help on. For example, she asked me, “An office took a deposit to the bank without showing it on their report. How do I write that up in the letter to fax to them?” Um, exactly what you just said to me. Or another time, she asks how long she should wait before calling an office back. Well, how long do you think you should give them? Just use your good judgment. You don’t need help with that! Again, you’ve been here 2 years!
   

On Jan 26, I take the Dec bills, correspondence faxes, & timesheets out of their folders to scan them into the computer. Now, one thing the bills should always have on them are the check number used to pay for this purchase & the date it was paid. The offices themselves are supposed to write this on there, but they don’t always, which is why it is our job to write it on there if it’s missing. I had noticed when I scanned Nov’s bills around Nov 30 that a lot of Sally’s offices don’t have that info written on them. So, I explained to her what needed to be written on every bill/receipt. I now flip through the Dec & Jan bills of her offices really quick to check them. There are quite a few of them with no info written down on them. There’s strike one for noncompliance.
Another task we would do several days a week (that’s Sally’s responsibility) is to check the bank accounts online. She is to look at the bank balances & report any low balances to Greg (or me if Greg isn’t there). She is then to look at the transactions in order to see if anything looks fraudulent. Since we are a loan company, check fraud is very common for us. So, we look at the checks for anything funny-looking, & we look to see if there are any auto debits (like when you use your bank account online to pay for a bill) that would tell us if someone got hold of our bank account info.
On Jan 30, at 1:15 p.m., I asked if any of the bank balances were low (Greg was out of town for a few days). Sally said she had forgotten to check the bank accounts that morning. Weird, ‘cause you had to check the Dallas office to make sure the money we sent them had shown up. How did you get the login sheet out to look in their bank account but then forget about checking all the bank accounts? This just further cemented in my mind that she was NOT checking these bank accounts the way she should. I was 100% positive that all she does when logging into these bank accounts is checking the balances to give to Greg but then never checks the transactions. I know this ‘cause, 1) I’ve observed Sally only logging in to write down the balances & then logging back out (she had some flimsy excuse ready when I asked her about it), 2) there have been auto debits that appeared in bank accounts that we didn’t find for weeks until I happened to see it for some reason & guess what? She never pointed those out to us, & 3) Sally hadn’t bothered to check the bank account balances since Greg was out of town, so clearly she only felt the need to check the balances. There’s strike two for noncompliance.
& even more bad mistakes or decisions:

1. At the end of Jan, we discovered that Sally had mailed the employees’ W2s to the managers’ home addresses instead of to the offices to distribute to their employees!
   
2. We had an office that moved locations to right across the street, so the only thing that changed in their address was their street number (12 Main Street instead of 11 Main Street). I explained this to Sally & gave her an updated list of the office’s addresses. 3 weeks later, we get a call from that office saying that mail we send to them keeps going to their landlord’s house. I check the address labels Sally had created for herself. Sure enough, it had the wrong address on them. I go to grab the lease, & at the top is where the tenant’s new address is listed. & all the way at the bottom of the page in the paragraph titled “RENT” where it lists where to send the rent is the landlord’s home address. & that’s the address Sally had chosen to be the new office’s address on her address labels.
   
3. Sally hadn’t been faxing the offices to ask for bills/receipts that never made it to us.
   
4. I used the last towel on a roll of paper towels, so I went to the cabinets to grab another. We were out. Sally is in charge of keeping track of supplies that need ordering, so I go to Sally & say we’re completely out of paper towels, we need to order some. Sally response: “No one ever tells me when they grab the last roll so I know when to order them.” Um, excuse me, since when is it our job to tell you to do your job? It’s your responsibility to keep track of supplies. You should be checking the level of paper towels, toilet paper, Kleenex, etc., to see when you need to order them.
   

So, I knew she needed a second warning write up for carelessness cause of the numerous mistakes since the first warning write up in the middle of Dec, & I would be giving Sally a first warning write up for negligence cause of her not asking the offices for missing bills & not writing the info on the bills I had told her to do at the end of Nov. However, it was only a few days from Feb, which was the time for performance reviews. So, rather than doing a write up now & then in a week or so doing a performance review that was one of the worst performance reviews I’ve ever heard of, I decided to just do it in one fell swoop. You know, just get it all out of the way with one bad conversation, one bad day, & then both of us can hopefully put it behind us & move on.
I decided to do the performance review & write ups on Feb 5 (Monday). It went much smoother ‘cause Greg was there, so Sally couldn’t really give me lip or lash out by showing attitude & anger like she had previously.
On Feb 7 (Wednesday), I log in to get the transactions for an office who is switching banks. I wanted to get an updated list of outstanding checks so they know how many checks are left before they can close the old bank account. & what do I see? Someone had used the bank account to pay $100 on their AT&T bill. I call the office & find out it was actually them, so no fraud there. But I then ask Sally if she had seen that when checking the bank accounts. She said she didn’t remember. Obviously, I have found my proof that she is either not checking them or isn’t paying attention when she does. I have a discussion with Greg about it, & we decide I need to have a sit down with her about her not doing her job. She is sick on Thursday, so I plan to talk with her the next day she comes in.
On Feb 9 (Friday), I begin the conversation about checking the bank accounts & how important it is. I am planning to say things like, we expect you to do this job, you’ve been told multiple times to do this task, if you’re not going to do the job, then you’re welcome to go find another one, etc. But she cuts me off at the beginning with an excuse of, “Well, I didn’t know what I should be looking for, now I know.” & it broke me. She does this exact thing every time I have to have a conversation with her. She has an excuse ready to go on the tip of her tongue, always spins it around so it’s not actually her fault. It’s always, “Well, I didn’t know that, but now, I do.” & I was just done. I didn’t continue the conversation, even though I needed to, ‘cause I just broke down in tears from the stress of having to discipline her & knowing that nothing will ever come of it, but having our hands legally tied to be able to fire her right now. I cried nonstop for over 4 hours.
On Feb 12 (Monday), I sat down to continue the conversation, this time with a written statement for her to sign.
Me: You respond a lot of the time that you don’t know how to do things, which is very frustrating, ‘cause you’ve been shown multiple times how to do these tasks. It’s very inefficient & wasteful that I have to constantly check all of your work & retrain you on the same thing over & over again. This needs to change. This job is about accuracy & accountability.
Sally: You’re not giving me a chance to improve. I never hear “Good job,” from you. All I ever hear is, “You’re doing a bad job, sign this paper.” I get in trouble every time I ask for help, so I guess I’ll just follow the instructions & hope I’m doing it right.
The problems with that response:

1. You’ve worked here for 2 years, Sally. You’ve had plenty of time to improve.
   
2. The reason you never hear “Good job” is ‘cause you’re not doing a good job. How am I supposed to tell you “Good job,” but also need to give you a write up for doing a bad job? If you’re getting multiple write ups for doing a bad job, don’t you think that’s a sign that something is wrong? I mean, she thinks that managers should be telling their employees good job on everything they do right. No, you’re expected to do these tasks. We’re not going to congratulate you every time you do your basic job requirements like some toddler that needs constant positive reinforcement so they know that doing something right is a good thing! You will hear “Good job” when you are doing a really good job on something, when you go above & beyond!! I mean, do you think Greg tells me “Good job” when I’m just doing my job as expected?!! NO!!! I’ve never had a manager constantly tell me “Good job” all the time!!!! (Whew. Sorry about that. Kinda went on a crazy rant there. I’m good now.)
   
3. Here’s another example of her mentality of “if I don’t do the job, I can’t get in trouble for doing it wrong.” She’s going to stop asking for help instead of using the help I’ve given her to do better. I mean, if you’re making these mistakes when you ARE asking for help, how many more are you going to make when you stop asking for help? How does this make any logical sense?!
   

Well, here’s another chance for some malicious compliance. She claimed she didn’t know how to check the bank accounts, right? Well, my job as the manager is to make sure my employees know how to do their job. So, I need to sit down with her & train her how to check the bank accounts. Again. Even though I know she already knows how to do it. So, every time you tell me that the reason why you didn’t do a job is ‘cause you didn’t know how to do it right, well, we’re going to sit down & waste both our times & annoy you having to be retrained on something you do, in fact, know how to do.
Sally continues making careless mistakes & not doing stuff she doesn’t think she should have to do. Like answering the phones. It’s her job to answer the phones; that’s something I as the manager should be delegating to her. However, she never answers the phone unless I literally can’t. So, I had asked her to start answering the phone more. She will wait until the last possible second before answering the phone. By that time, it’s already rung twice, so I have to answer it before it goes on any longer or they hang up. One time, we were both away from our desks when the phone rang. We both went to answer it, but she was closer & got to her desk before me, put her hand on the phone, & watched me until I got to my desk before she picked it up. With a comment of, “Oh, (laughs) I didn’t want to make you walk all the way to your desk.” Well, you did, anyway, you little jerk.
On Feb 27, Sally asks for help on a report. She says that my note stating the office is over-deposited $28 on report 1 but fixed on report 2 by being $28 under-deposited didn’t work out. She says that they were never over by $28 in the first place. I take the report to look it over. Her calculator tape adding up the deposits shows the bank is in balance, but I don’t see deposit slips.
Me: Where are the deposit slips?
Sally: I haven’t gotten them yet.
Me: (trying to comprehend her logic) Then how do you have the deposit amounts added on this tape?
Sally: I got the amounts from the report.
Me: You…(my brain trying not to implode at this point) you can’t add up amounts to see if the bank has too much or too little money in it without knowing what was actually taken to the bank. The amounts on the report don’t always equal what was taken to the bank.
I log into the bank account & discover just that: the report says they took $500 to the bank, but their deposit says $528. They were indeed $28 over-deposited. I then lecture her (for the second time in a few months) on the correct way to account for the deposits at the bank, that we are only to use the dollar amounts on the bank’s deposit receipt. (The first time was her getting the deposit amount from what was written on the deposit slip instead of what the bank gave us credit for on their printed receipt. The bank had shorted us $500, & we never knew until her deposits didn’t work out when reconciling the bank statement at the end of the month. We were missing $500 for 4 weeks! It’s a miracle we didn’t overdraw the account.)
Another task that we do several days a week is checking the CFPB website. This is a government website that uses federal regulations to monitor financial institutions. It’s like the Better Business Bureau, but more official. Customers can make complaints through them, prompting an investigation to make sure we’re following the federal guidelines. We have 2 weeks to respond to a complaint before it is past due.
On Feb 29, Greg just happens to be looking at an email inbox that he never checks, ‘cause after all, we’re checking the CFPB website, so he doesn’t have to look there, right? There is a complaint in 2 of the portals that have been in there since Jan 22. He immediately marches out & tells Sally about them.
Greg: Aren’t you checking the CFPB sites?
Sally: Yeah, I am.
Really? Then how come you didn’t print this complaint off to give to Greg in the last 6 weeks? She came back from lunch to a second warning write up given by me for negligence.
On Mar 5 (Tuesday), we are working on reconciling the bank statements so we can close the month of Feb. Sally brings me a Jan bank statement for an office.
Sally: This never cleared in Feb.
I look at the bank statement. It’s an electronic deposit of $254 on Jan 31. I remember this. She had asked me at the beginning of Feb why this deposit wasn’t recorded on the office’s report. I explained that since it didn’t show up in the bank account until the last day of Jan, they might not have known about it before the end of the month & so recorded it on the first of Feb. We will wait until the first report of Feb. If it’s still not recorded, then we’ll bring that to the office’s attention. & here she is, clearly telling me she hadn’t brought it to anyone’s attention all month long.
Me: (staring at the bank statement as I try to prevent my autistic brain from exploding at her while also trying to prevent a spontaneous stroke) You didn’t keep track of this all month?
Sally: Well, I didn’t know if it was treated differently ‘cause it was OTBP (One Time Bill Pay, which is the electronic deposit). (Oh, what a shocker, she once again didn’t know how to do something.)
Me: But we talked about this. If it wasn’t on the first of the month, we needed to address it.
Sally: Okay, well, now I know that we treat this the same as other deposits. (goes nonchalantly back to her desk like it was no big deal, like she hadn’t just revealed she had once again disobeyed my detailed instructions)
Me: (seeing her flagrant disregard for the seriousness of the situation & wondering just how on earth she could once again think that not doing her job would have no consequences) This is exactly what Greg talks about over & over, about how we can’t leave errors like this to sit for weeks & weeks, that these need to be dealt with as they happen.
Sally: (still as easy-going as if she had simply used the wrong color highlighter) Okay, I’ll make note of that.
Now, I am getting really pissed off. She keeps saying, “Oh, now I know that OTBP is treated the same as everything else.” That doesn’t matter! It doesn’t matter that you didn’t know it’s treated the same! I specifically told you to take care of it if it didn’t appear on the first of Feb! It didn’t matter what kind of deposit it was! I said to tell me if it wasn’t on the first of Feb!
Now, this was right before she leaves at 3:30, so by the time I’m finished with my text conversation with Greg (‘cause he isn’t there that afternoon), she has already left. But I’m telling Greg that I have once again caught her being negligent, & she’s already had 2 written warnings about this, which means our next step is letting her go. Not to mention, her carelessness is still continuing. He said that he supports my decision to let her go. By the way, the final decision happened an hour after she left. If I had known before she left that we were indeed going to fire her, I would have done it before she left so she didn’t have to come all the way to work in the morning just to leave again.
So, on Mar 6 (Wednesday), I arrive early to work so I can be prepared. I am standing at my desk, watching her come in. This is unusual, so she frowns as she approaches me.
Me: Sally, we need to talk.
Sally: (still frowns at me)
Me: (handing her the typed up notice) We are going to read this together. “When reconciling the month of Jan, around Feb 5, it was brought to my attention that we had a deposit that hadn’t been reconciled. I gave you instructions to wait a report to see if it works out. If not, you would need to bring it to mine & the office’s attention for further instructions. This wasn’t done. It wasn’t until Mar 5 that you brought this to my attention again. You have been told many times the importance of reconciling the financials of the office. You have been warned several times of negligence. This is another example of negligence with respect to your job. All you had to do was follow my instructions. It is for this reason that it is now time to terminate your employment.”
Sally: When did you tell me to do this?
Me: (thinking, “Um, I kinda just told you when I told you do that, but, okay.”) When you showed me the Jan bank statement—
Sally: Yesterday?!
Me: You showed me the Jan bank statement a month ago when you were reconciling Jan. I told you to wait for the first of Feb & then—
Sally: You did no such thing!
Me: Yes, I did, Sally.
Sally: When does Greg get here?
Me: Around 9, like usual.
Sally: I’m calling him, ‘cause this is ridiculous. You’ve had it out for me from the very beginning.
Me: No, I haven’t.
Sally: Yeah, you have. Just like the other 2. (sets her bags at the front door, goes outside, & calls Greg)

1. How could I have had it out for you from the very beginning when we didn’t have problems for the first year & a half you worked here? If I’d had it out for you from the beginning, you wouldn’t have had a job the past 6 months. Need I remind you what Greg told you about the timesheet thing being something we fire someone for on the spot, but that Molly had gone to bat for you & gave you a second chance? Why would I have done that if I had wanted you gone from the start?
   
2. “Just like the other 2.” She’s talking about Irene (who had left in Feb 2023) & another employee (who we’ll call Phil). Phil had been fired (by Greg, by the way) for continuing to watch movies on his phone at his desk despite being told multiple times by Greg to not do that. & Irene? She wasn’t fired. She gave her 2 weeks’ notice. & we then discovered when going through the work she’s been doing as we started taking over her tasks that she didn’t just not do jobs. She would actually forge the work so she wouldn’t have to work. “A bank imbalance of $2.65? Well, I’ll just add it to the imbalance that’s been building up for who knows how many months & just label it as an over-deposit from the end of the month. That way, I don’t have to look into why the bank isn’t balancing.” But no, I had it out for them, apparently.
   
3. Does she really think that calling Greg was gonna reverse my firing her? Does she really think I would do something as drastic as writing her up or firing her without discussing it with my supervisor first? Did she really think I would do this behind his back?
   

Apparently, she did, ‘cause Greg confirmed that Sally tried telling him about all the stuff I’ve been doing to her as if he didn’t know. She hung up on him when he explained that he’s been told everything as it happens & he supports this decision.
Sally: (storming back into the office & towards her desk) I’m not signing anything.
Me: Ok.
Sally begins packing up her desk. I had known she kept a lot of personal items at the office, so I had gotten a big box or 2 out & placed them nearby for her to use to pack up her desk.
Me: We can give you a box if you need it.
Sally: I don’t need sh** from you guys.
Me: The only thing we’ll need is your office key.
Sally: You’ll get it when you get it. I’m packing my desk.
Me: Ok.
I go back to work, keeping an eye on her as she packs to make sure she doesn’t take anything she’s not supposed to or damage any company property. Sally at some point decides to use the boxes she didn’t want from us to pack up her many items. She takes both boxes to the front door where her bags are & sets them down to put the last of her things in. She picks up one box to take outside.
Sally: You are the worst manager ever. (goes out the door)
Me: (shrug)
Sally: (comes back in for the final box) Seriously, you’re the most evil person I’ve ever met. (leaves)
Really? I rank worse than the guy that beat you up? I’m worse than him?
I continued watching her to see if she’s going to come back to give up her office key. As she packed up her car, another employee had arrived (we’ll call him Randy). He had run into her on the way in & asks me if Sally quit. I explained, no, she was let go. I then see that Sally has gotten behind the wheel of her car without coming back to give us the office key.
Me: Well, I guess we’ll just change the locks.
Randy then takes it upon himself to go out to her car. He phrased it very gently by saying he wanted to spare her having to come back in to turn the key in.
Sally: I guess Molly didn’t have the balls to do it herself. (hands the key over)
& then…she was gone. Despite having to do the entire corporate office’s work all by myself & falling steadily behind little by little, I have never been more happy. I had forgotten how much I loved my job & how much I couldn’t wait to get to work. I haven’t been this stress-free in 6 months, & it feels fantastic! & the great part is, I’m not really falling as far behind as I expected to without her. Having to do 2 people’s jobs by myself is only affecting me a little. Really goes to show you how bad she was for the company & for my job when she disrupted everything that much. For example, me & her would get through maybe 5 to 6 offices’ reports between us in a single day when playing catch up after closing the previous month. One day? I caught up on 10 offices’ reports in a single day. By myself.
Oh, did I mention she smoked marijuana most days on her way to work or while on her lunch break? We could never actually prove it. But, come on, you don’t smell that strongly of marijuana on only select days if you aren’t smoking it recently. If it was leftover from the smell of your house or car, you would smell like that every day. But it was only some days she would come into work or back from lunch smelling like that. Obviously, smoking on the job. So very glad to be rid of her & her awful skunk smell. Although, I do wish her well on a new job search. I don’t wish ill on anyone, ever. But I am just glad she’s no longer my problem to deal with.
(Added 2 months after she was fired): By the way, I am actually gaining on my work. I’m not only not behind on my work, I’m actually getting it done soon enough to work on extra stuff. Also, out of the blue, we’ve started getting about 3 to 4 sales & scam calls every day since Sally left (for things like better Medicare benefits, better retirement benefits, & even one time recently where “Walgreens” was calling to ask if I still had diabetes). I’m convinced Sally signed us up for calls as retaliation. I hope they die down soon, especially as they are starting to get rude. (Our response to every one of these is “Sorry, this is a business.” This one guy responded to me with, “This is my job.” I said, “I understand this is your job, but this is a business. I am not allowed to take personal calls.” He said, “Why?” I said very slowly & firmly, “Because I’m working!” He started to say, “Can you explain to me why—” I hung up. Jerk.)

Oh, boy, Charlotte, do I have a doozy for you. It’s such a doozy that it comes in 2 parts. I guess it would qualify as petty revenge, since that’s the only flair that fit, but it’s more of an entitled Karen story.
For the sake of telling the story a little smoother, I'm going to explain some things up front. I (female, early 30s; let's call me Molly) am the manager in the accounting office of a very small loan company. Like, really small. We have less than 30 offices with only 2 employees at each office. For this reason, we are kind of low-tech, old-fashioned. I'm talking paper timesheets that get faxed to our office (we're also the corporate office that handles the payroll). Our office hours are 8:30 a.m. to 5:00 p.m. with a half-hour lunch. Me & my employee (who we'll call Sally) work this shift. Our boss (who we'll call Greg) is the owner & CEO. He works in the office starting at 9:00 a.m. till whenever he leaves for the day. Most of the time, that's around the time we leave, sometimes it's earlier due to errands he needs to run.
So, in Oct 2022, Sally (female, early 30s) gave us a note that her doctor wants to have daily appointments with her indefinitely. She let us know she would need to leave at 3:30 every day. Greg granted that request & even gave her the opportunity to come in early so she didn't miss any of her 8 hours each day. So, she began coming to work between 6:45 & 7:00 & would take however long of a lunch she needed to so she would have an 8-hour day.
Due to a combination of our fiscal year-end work in Oct & Nov 2022, playing catch-up from Dec 2022 to Feb 2023, & the other coworker (who we'll call Irene) leaving the company in Feb 2023 so we had to play catch-up again for several months before we got used to the bigger workload, I hadn't been able to pay too close attention to Sally's work. But in the middle of Aug 2023, I began to suspect her. I realized that the tasks Sally had in the morning would usually take me an hour & a half to do, which meant I would be relatively finished by the time I would arrive at 8:30. Sally, on the other hand, would only have stuff halfway done. Now, I knew Sally worked slower than me since I knew the job better than she did, but this still seemed very slow. I began to suspect Sally was either not arriving as early as she said she was (she was the only one in the office before 8:30) or she was arriving on time but wasn't working.
On Aug 21 (Monday), I decided to come in early to the office since I had to make up time due to a doctor appointment later in the week. So, I arrived at work at 6:40. 6:45 rolled around...no Sally. 6:50...no Sally. 7:00...same thing. Sally arrived at 7:20. Now, ok, maybe she ran into traffic. However, that's a bit of a coincidence that the one day I show up early unannounced is also the day she happens to be late. But I waited to see what time Sally would write down on the timesheet. However, she didn't write down her time until Tuesday right before she left. She had written down that she had arrived at 7:05. I asked her about it, and her response was "I must have copied it down wrong from my spreadsheet." That's strange, 'cause you hadn't arrived at 7:05 any other day that week. Just where did you copy it down from?
Now, I am curious as to what time Sally puts down when she believes no one has seen what time she arrives. So, for Sept 4-15, I would arrive in the parking lot across the street & read a book & eat breakfast while I wait to see what time Sally would arrive. Every single day, she would arrive around 7:15 or 7:20, but would write down 6:45 or 6:50, a half hour discrepancy every single day. & we have no way of knowing how long she's been stealing a half hour every day. She could have been doing this for the past year since her schedule changed.
On Sept 18, I write down Sally's actual times from these 2 weeks on a paper & tell her to correct all the times I indicated. Sally says that she will use the office clock to write down her times from now on. Wait a minute, you're saying that your phone is a half hour earlier than the rest of the world? But only when you arrive at work. When you go to lunch & leave work, it matches the rest of the clocks. & then switches during the night so your arrival time can be wrong again the next day? Wow, that's a pretty glitchy phone you got there.
On Sept 20 after Sally left, I installed a camera that connects to an app in my phone. I put the camera in a place where it wouldn't be able to see any computers/paperwork & turned off the microphone (I didn't want to risk any company info being seen/heard). I only needed to see when Sally arrived. Where I ended up placing it, I was able to see Sally where she sat at her desk.
On three of the following days, Sally would arrive 10 to 15 minutes after the time she would write down. I speak with Greg about this, & we decide to write her up. By the way, usually when an employee is caught forging the timesheet like this, it's an immediate termination. At any other office, she would have gotten fired in the beginning of Sept after I first discovered the half hour forgery. I am deciding to give her a chance to make this whole thing right.
On Sept 26 (Tuesday), I give Sally the write up when she arrives.
Sally: I'll sign it, but I don't know why. I mean, I get here at 7:00. (Ok, there's a sign right there. Who signs an official write up when their employer is lying or setting them up?)
Me: I've observed you arriving between 7:10 & 7:15.
Sally reads the write up & then keeps it at her desk for a bit after signing it. After plenty of time, I ask for it back. She grabs it, so I lean forward & hold my hand out (our desks are right next to each other), but Sally flings it at my desk. The whole thing is made better by the fact that Greg is out of town Tuesday thru Thursday. So, Sally proceeds to be angry & have an attitude all the way through Thursday. She refuses to talk or answer the phones. She does that tossing/flicking-papers-around, aggressive-typing, heavily-setting-things-down thing people do when they're frustrated or angry (which she did all...day...long). She sped out of the parking lot & down the street so fast that I could hear her engine rev & tires squeal from inside the building.
On Sept 27 (Wednesday), Sally is still doing that slamming things thing. I enjoy not responding to her whatsoever. I could see out of the corner of my eye that she would slam something down & look at me. I wouldn't give any kind of reaction, wouldn't look at her, & it would piss her off. Sally would then start slamming things around again. I admit, that was fun.
On Sept 28 (Thursday), I see on the camera that Sally arrives at 7:00, but then I watch her sit on her phone for 45 minutes! She is still having attitude issues, &—unbelievably—is still slamming things. After she leaves for the day, I then see the calendar that Sally keeps on her desk as I was passing by. On the box for Sept 26 (the day she was written up), she had written the words "F***ING JOKE!". The audacity of her to write that in plain view of everyone in the office & think she wouldn't get in trouble for it.
On Sept 29 (Friday), Sally arrives at 7:00 but sits on her phone for 30 minutes WHILE VAPING! (Not sure about other cities or states, but it's illegal to smoke or vape inside a building in the city where our office is.) But Greg is back this day, & I had been texting him what's been going on. He had texted back he wanted to do a meeting on Friday. So, the 3 of us go into the breakroom for a meeting.
Greg: So, Sally, what's been going on with this timesheet thing?
Sally: I just, I forget to write down the time when I arrive.
Greg: Ok, well, whether it's done on purpose or through negligence, we can't have wrong times on the timesheet. So, from now on, you won't be able to come to work before Molly gets here at 8:30. Now, are there any other problems you'd like to discuss with us?
Sally: (begins getting worked up) I just, I feel like I can't talk to her. She creates such a hostile work environment.
Now, I am blown away. Me? Hostile? I'm autistic, so I'm naturally shy & hate socializing, so I usually don't talk to anyone very much. Everyone I tell this story to, their eyes widen when I mention this, 'cause there's no way anyone would ever describe me as hostile.
Luckily, Greg interrupts her to defend me: This isn't a hostile work environment.
Sally: (backpedaling) Well, I mean, she gets mad at her printer & bangs on it, & that just flashes me back to stuff. I mean, I'm trying to work on myself & the anxiety, & she just sends me back.
Oh, so now, we're claiming we have PTSD & that my "violent" actions are giving her flashbacks? Um, who is it laughing right along with me every time my printer jams? (By the way, I know she's lying about the PTSD, 'cause I have a couple friends with PTSD & recognize the signs. Sally doesn't show any sign of fear or panic or shrinking away from things, nothing like that. There are no signs whatsoever of her being alarmed by anything I do.) Oh, not to mention the double standards. You're allowed to slam things around (for 3 straight days, by the way), but I'm not?
Anyway, we wrap up the meeting after Greg underlines (for Sally's benefit) that everyone in the office needs to get along.
On Oct 2 (the next Monday), I had a good drive & happened to get there at 8:20. Sally arrives at 8:25 & comes in, stopping at my desk.
Sally: (annoyed) Are you gonna be early all week?
Me: (frowning & caught off-guard) Um, I don't know. It just depends how long my drive takes.
Sally: (with a snarky attitude) 'Cause I had to keep driving around waiting for you, so if you're gonna be early, I'd like to know.
Ok, first of all, no one is forcing you to drive around. You can park your car in the parking lot. Do you really think we're gonna fire you for sitting in the parking lot while you wait for me? We only said you couldn't come in & work before I do. & second, it's none of your business when I get to work. My shift starts at 8:30, therefore, you should aim for 8:30, just like Greg told you to do. How am I supposed to predict the exact minute I get to work? & you're gonna get angry at me 'cause I didn't show up before my shift starts? Since when is it a requirement of mine to come into work before I start working?
Well, a bit of malicious compliance in this entitled story: if I can see I'm going to arrive at work more than 5 minutes early, I stop at the store just down the road & shop until 8:30. 'Cause guess what? Sally gets there who knows how early & sits in the gas station across the street, waiting for me. Fine, you wanna be that way? I can be petty, too.
By the way, Sally has a radio talk show she listens to from before I get to work until it ends at 10:00. I'm not into talk shows, but it wasn't too annoying (most of the time), so I didn't say anything about it. The reason why I started having a problem listening to it was that they would get into inappropriate things (s** toy review, for example). It made me super uncomfortable when they did segments like this. From the moment Sally was written up, she started only listening to the show on her headphones, thinking she was punishing me by me not getting to hear the show. Joke's on her. Sally did me a favor by not having to listen to that thing.
Sally was also told that she is no longer allowed to take smoke breaks on the clock. As no one else in the office takes breaks but chooses to work through them, this change would be made so all employees were equal now. But here’s the interesting thing: Sally suddenly stopped taking smoke breaks at all, but her bathroom breaks grew more numerous & longer. When she had been taking smoke breaks, the alarm on her phone would go off at specific times, such as 2:00. She would then go outside to take her smoke break. After the on-the-clock-smoke-break privilege was taken away, the same alarms would go off, such as 2:00. She would then disappear to the bathroom for 15 minutes. & I even smelled smoke in there when I went in there right after one of these long bathroom breaks.
Ever since the write up, there’s been attitude every once in a while. Most of the time, I have no idea what it is I did that could possibly have set her off that day. All I know is that Sally’s suddenly slamming things around again (hmm, PTSD cured now, is it?). & she’s still constantly making mistakes (like she’s always done).
On Nov 27, Sally is working on the Funding (loan proceeds funded onto a customer’s debit card). What we do is get the list of customers, determine how much the office funded that customer, transfer the money from the office’s bank account to the holding account, & then transfer the total from the holding account to the account that directly funds the debit cards to replenish the money. We had two customers with similar names (say, John Smith & Jack Smith). Sally hadn’t paid attention to the whole name & had applied John’s $0 funding to Jack. However, Jack had been funded $250. So, that money was missed, & I had to make a separate transfer for it.
On Dec 4, Sally is working on the Funding & writes down $0 for a customer. But the report from the office says he actually got $96.
On Dec 8 & 9, we discovered 2 checks that were supposed to be sent to our office (one from Oct, one from Sept). Neither had been cashed, & neither had ever reached us, even though we had the rest of the paperwork that would have come with those checks. Due to the dots I had connected, I had a pretty strong hunch that Sally wasn’t thoroughly checking the mail envelopes to make sure they’d been completely emptied before they got thrown away. I believed these checks were still in some envelopes that were then thrown away by Sally.
On Dec 11, on the bank reconciliation sheets we work at the end of the month (like balancing a checkbook), one of Sally’s offices was out of balance by $68, & she couldn’t find it. I couldn’t find it, either. I pulled out the one done for the month before. I couldn’t find it there, either. But I did notice one thing. The checks that hadn’t cleared the bank yet didn’t add up to the total amount of outstanding checks Sally had written down. By $68. I go back to the month before that one. There were a total of $68 in old checks that never got cashed & therefore should have gotten written off on the fiscal year-end at the end of Oct. But she hadn’t transferred them to the new month’s sheet. So, now, we have to hold onto them for a whole year to write off next Oct.
The same day, I went through all the offices to double check the GL codes that we post the expense checks to (GL codes determine where an expense gets coded, e.g., post an electricity payment to the GL code for utilities). The day previously, Sally had gotten several GL codes incorrect in the Miller office. She had forgotten to change the codes from the one for the Checkbook to the ones for the expense account. She had caught those ones since it affected the balance of the Checkbook, so I had helped her fix those properly. However, there were expense checks sent to a GL code that wasn’t the right one that Sally hadn’t caught.
I talk with Greg, as I feel that every time I turn around, I am either retraining Sally on stuff I’ve trained her on multiple times, I’m correcting mistakes on stuff Sally should know how to do by now (‘cause again, I’ve trained her multiple times), or I’m disciplining Sally about stuff she’s doing wrong. Greg asks how many mistakes due to carelessness she’s made in the last 2 weeks. I check my notes & tell him 4. He says that’s too excessive for an accounting office. We need to write her up.
So, I made the write up, but I just know I’m going to be dealing with the same attitude as the last time I had to write her up. & guess what? Greg’s out of town till Thursday again. I used my phone this time to record the audio of the interaction. That way, if Sally has attitude towards me again, I’m able to play the recording to Greg so he can hear what Sally’s like when he’s not here (which is why the following conversation is pretty much word for word).
On Dec 12 (Tuesday), I sat her down first thing.
Me: So, in the past couple weeks, I’ve noticed some errors happening due to carelessness, & they’ve become a bit excessive for an accounting office. The most important thing in an accounting office is accuracy. That’s why we focus so much on thoroughness & attention to detail. So, whatever needs to happen to lessen those errors, whether it’s slowing the pace of the work itself or double & triple-checking the work before it’s finished, it needs to happen. For example, when I work the payroll, after I get the total for all the offices, I then subtract each person’s individual hours to double check my entries. That way, if there is an error, at least I know it wasn’t ‘cause I was going too fast or not paying attention or something. So, whatever you need to do to decrease the mistakes, please—
Sally: What errors are we talking about?
Me: I have a page here with the items from the last couple weeks. (hand her the write up)
Sally: (reads the pages for a minute) Ok…
Me: So, whatever you need to do to—
Sally: (talking quickly ‘cause she’s pissed now) I’m gonna need more time & focus strictly on Funding. I don’t wanna touch mail, I don’t wanna touch anything else. I wanna focus strictly on that. ‘Cause I’m getting 80 plus a day (which was a lie, we never get nearly that much), & now, I’m gonna start getting in trouble if it’s not 110%. I am human. I will make mistakes. So, if that’s not allowed, then…(shrugs) let me know, I guess. I’ll talk to Greg & I guess figure something out. I am human, & I am gonna make mistakes, A. B, I feel like crap. He (Greg) has been in here sick the last week. I caught whatever he has. I’ve been hacking. I’ve been sicker than sh** the last week. I am trying. You guys usually have until the 12th to close the month. Since I’ve worked here, I’ve closed before the 8th. Yeah, I made mistakes. I told you I made a mistake on the Miller office. I knew what happened. So, to throw it in my face again that I already made that mistake is kinda rude, but…(shrugs) I’m actually kinda shocked to see that on there.
Me: Well, you did catch the errors involving the Checkbook, but there were other mistakes on that office that you didn’t catch, & that’s the reason that was listed on there.
Sally goes back to her work, & I decide to not ask her to sign the write up I had given her right away since she was diving right into the Funding. She had expressed she wanted to focus solely on it to minimize mistakes. I wanted to use positive reinforcement to convey that this was good behavior & good thinking, so I decided to wait for her to finish before asking her to sign & return the write up.
Now, here’s the issues with her little outburst above.

1. Sally is complaining that she’s human & makes mistakes & we’re not allowing mistakes. We’re not saying that she can’t make mistakes, ‘cause she’s right. Everyone makes mistakes; I make mistakes. What we’re saying is that she’s making mistakes much too often.
   
2. Sally says the reason for these mistakes the last 2 weeks is ‘cause she’s been sick the last week or so ‘cause she caught what Greg had (do you see the timing problem there?). Also, these kinds of mistakes have been happening for months & months. I only brought these examples up ‘cause they were recent.
   
3. Sally pointed out the fact that she closes each month really quick. We don’t care how fast things get done. Our goal isn’t to get things done quickly but to get things done accurately. If we happen to get it done quickly, that’s just a bonus. We would rather things go slow than to have errors causing problems or costing us money ‘cause we didn’t take the time to make sure it was correct.
   
4. Sally states it’s rude that I’m throwing her error back in her face (you already know my reaction to that). She obviously doesn’t know how a job works. Just ‘cause we discussed this error already doesn’t mean it can’t go on the write up. This is just one of the examples that required us to do a write up. We’re not doing this ‘cause we want to write you up or that we’re looking for excuses to get you in trouble. We’re doing our job. If a situation needs correcting, we have to correct it. We can’t just ignore it. & obviously, me talking about your errors all these months hasn’t helped. You’re still making the same mistakes. So, now, we’ve had to escalate to a write up on paper.
   

Sally doesn’t say another word. She, as expected, starts doing her tossing-things-‘cause-I’m-pissed-off thing. I just go back to my work. I’ve said my piece, now we can put it behind us & move on.
Now, we have until 10:30 to make the transfers for this Funding program in order to get the money back to the account the same day. We are still missing the paperwork for 2 customers from an office. (FYI, when we’re missing paperwork, we call the office & ask them to fax it. If we still don’t get it when it gets close to the transfer deadline, we call again & just ask for the amount to get it done.) So, at 10:20, Sally turns to me.
Sally: What do I do for these 2 customers? Do I just skip them?
Me: (frowning) Do what you usually do when you don’t have the paperwork in time. Call the office—
Sally: (in a sharp tone) I did. (she’s assuming I mean call the office to tell them to fax it)
Me: (ignoring her attitude outburst) Call up the office & ask for the dollar amounts.
Sally: But I don’t want to write down the amount without seeing the actual paperwork. If I’m gonna get in trouble for errors now, I don’t want to take down what could be the wrong dollar amount over the phone. I mean, I think that’s only fair to me.
Me: In the instances that were mentioned, they weren’t cases of taking down an amount over the phone. They were instances where we had paperwork or a report to see the amount. We would never write you up if there was a possibility that the office gave you the wrong amount over the phone.
Sally stares at me for a second & turns back to her desk. I turn back to my own work as Sally then calls up the office. I had to deal with her attitude the rest of the day: throwing mail into the mailbox, throwing open the letter folding machine so it made a big bang on the table. I was trying to still be the usual friendly, professional person I am at work; I told her “See you tomorrow” & everything. Sally wouldn’t talk to me unless she had to.
This is when I discovered that Sally has a habit of lashing out at me when she gets in trouble. The first write up involved her trying to drag me under the bus by claiming I’m hostile. This time, it was more personal. See, we do a Christmas gift exchange at the office; we each buy each other a gift. I had searched over & over trying to find something Sally would like. I finally found this desk calendar with gnomes on it (she likes both of these things), so I got it & a couple small items. I open my gift from Sally, & among a few cheap little things, I found…Sally’s own nearly empty bottle of nail polish remover. Wow, this is the thanks I get for not firing you back in Sept with the whole timesheet forgery thing?
& this is where I leave you until Part 2, the conclusion.

So, here is part 2 of my entitled employee story. We left off with discovering Sally’s retaliation of giving me trash as a Christmas gift after her latest write-up.
So, the next several weeks, I am noticing more problems, but here’s some of the highlights.

1. Ever since we had issues of the office’s checks going randomly missing, Sally had apparently decided to just stop throwing any envelope away when opening the mail. She would supposedly search the envelopes/paperwork & then keep the envelopes with the paperwork. So, instead of doing her job better, she would decide to just stop doing the job at all. After all, you can’t get in trouble for screwing it up if you aren’t doing it, right? However, this resulted in items getting left with the paperwork (which sometimes wouldn’t get touched for several weeks due to being busy) that had needed to be collected or addressed right away.
   
2. Sally’s careless mistakes continued at about the same rate (average of 2 to 3 a week). She would put deposit slips/emails with the wrong office’s report, put one office’s mail in another office’s bin, put one office’s funding papers in another office’s bin, put one office’s bills in the folder for their correspondence & vice versa, put one office’s bills in the folder for another office’s bills, put the new month’s bills in the folder without taking out the old month’s bills so they would get mixed up. I could go on & on.
   
3. Sally would still ask for help on things she shouldn’t need help on anymore, ‘cause I had helped her many times on items exactly like it in the 2 years she’s worked here. I mean, the whole point of asking for help when learning new things on a job is so you can take the input you’re given & use it to get better at the job so you don’t have to ask for help anymore. I mean, what kind of office works by their employees constantly needing to be walked through everything every day? Sally would even ask for help on things no one would need to ask for help on. For example, she asked me, “An office took a deposit to the bank without showing it on their report. How do I write that up in the letter to fax to them?” Um, exactly what you just said to me. Or another time, she asks how long she should wait before calling an office back. Well, how long do you think you should give them? Just use your good judgment. You don’t need help with that! Again, you’ve been here 2 years!
   

On Jan 26, I take the Dec bills, correspondence faxes, & timesheets out of their folders to scan them into the computer. Now, one thing the bills should always have on them are the check number used to pay for this purchase & the date it was paid. The offices themselves are supposed to write this on there, but they don’t always, which is why it is our job to write it on there if it’s missing. I had noticed when I scanned Nov’s bills around Nov 30 that a lot of Sally’s offices don’t have that info written on them. So, I explained to her what needed to be written on every bill/receipt. I now flip through the Dec & Jan bills of her offices really quick to check them. There are quite a few of them with no info written down on them. There’s strike one for noncompliance.
Another task we would do several days a week (that’s Sally’s responsibility) is to check the bank accounts online. She is to look at the bank balances & report any low balances to Greg (or me if Greg isn’t there). She is then to look at the transactions in order to see if anything looks fraudulent. Since we are a loan company, check fraud is very common for us. So, we look at the checks for anything funny-looking, & we look to see if there are any auto debits (like when you use your bank account online to pay for a bill) that would tell us if someone got hold of our bank account info.
On Jan 30, at 1:15 p.m., I asked if any of the bank balances were low (Greg was out of town for a few days). Sally said she had forgotten to check the bank accounts that morning. Weird, ‘cause you had to check the Dallas office to make sure the money we sent them had shown up. How did you get the login sheet out to look in their bank account but then forget about checking all the bank accounts? This just further cemented in my mind that she was NOT checking these bank accounts the way she should. I was 100% positive that all she does when logging into these bank accounts is checking the balances to give to Greg but then never checks the transactions. I know this ‘cause, 1) I’ve observed Sally only logging in to write down the balances & then logging back out (she had some flimsy excuse ready when I asked her about it), 2) there have been auto debits that appeared in bank accounts that we didn’t find for weeks until I happened to see it for some reason & guess what? She never pointed those out to us, & 3) Sally hadn’t bothered to check the bank account balances since Greg was out of town, so clearly she only felt the need to check the balances. There’s strike two for noncompliance.
& even more bad mistakes or decisions:

1. At the end of Jan, we discovered that Sally had mailed the employees’ W2s to the managers’ home addresses instead of to the offices to distribute to their employees!
   
2. We had an office that moved locations to right across the street, so the only thing that changed in their address was their street number (12 Main Street instead of 11 Main Street). I explained this to Sally & gave her an updated list of the office’s addresses. 3 weeks later, we get a call from that office saying that mail we send to them keeps going to their landlord’s house. I check the address labels Sally had created for herself. Sure enough, it had the wrong address on them. I go to grab the lease, & at the top is where the tenant’s new address is listed. & all the way at the bottom of the page in the paragraph titled “RENT” where it lists where to send the rent is the landlord’s home address. & that’s the address Sally had chosen to be the new office’s address on her address labels.
   
3. Sally hadn’t been faxing the offices to ask for bills/receipts that never made it to us.
   
4. I used the last towel on a roll of paper towels, so I went to the cabinets to grab another. We were out. Sally is in charge of keeping track of supplies that need ordering, so I go to Sally & say we’re completely out of paper towels, we need to order some. Sally response: “No one ever tells me when they grab the last roll so I know when to order them.” Um, excuse me, since when is it our job to tell you to do your job? It’s your responsibility to keep track of supplies. You should be checking the level of paper towels, toilet paper, Kleenex, etc., to see when you need to order them.
   

So, I knew she needed a second warning write up for carelessness cause of the numerous mistakes since the first warning write up in the middle of Dec, & I would be giving Sally a first warning write up for negligence cause of her not asking the offices for missing bills & not writing the info on the bills I had told her to do at the end of Nov. However, it was only a few days from Feb, which was the time for performance reviews. So, rather than doing a write up now & then in a week or so doing a performance review that was one of the worst performance reviews I’ve ever heard of, I decided to just do it in one fell swoop. You know, just get it all out of the way with one bad conversation, one bad day, & then both of us can hopefully put it behind us & move on.
I decided to do the performance review & write ups on Feb 5 (Monday). It went much smoother ‘cause Greg was there, so Sally couldn’t really give me lip or lash out by showing attitude & anger like she had previously.
On Feb 7 (Wednesday), I log in to get the transactions for an office who is switching banks. I wanted to get an updated list of outstanding checks so they know how many checks are left before they can close the old bank account. & what do I see? Someone had used the bank account to pay $100 on their AT&T bill. I call the office & find out it was actually them, so no fraud there. But I then ask Sally if she had seen that when checking the bank accounts. She said she didn’t remember. Obviously, I have found my proof that she is either not checking them or isn’t paying attention when she does. I have a discussion with Greg about it, & we decide I need to have a sit down with her about her not doing her job. She is sick on Thursday, so I plan to talk with her the next day she comes in.
On Feb 9 (Friday), I begin the conversation about checking the bank accounts & how important it is. I am planning to say things like, we expect you to do this job, you’ve been told multiple times to do this task, if you’re not going to do the job, then you’re welcome to go find another one, etc. But she cuts me off at the beginning with an excuse of, “Well, I didn’t know what I should be looking for, now I know.” & it broke me. She does this exact thing every time I have to have a conversation with her. She has an excuse ready to go on the tip of her tongue, always spins it around so it’s not actually her fault. It’s always, “Well, I didn’t know that, but now, I do.” & I was just done. I didn’t continue the conversation, even though I needed to, ‘cause I just broke down in tears from the stress of having to discipline her & knowing that nothing will ever come of it, but having our hands legally tied to be able to fire her right now. I cried nonstop for over 4 hours.
On Feb 12 (Monday), I sat down to continue the conversation, this time with a written statement for her to sign.
Me: You respond a lot of the time that you don’t know how to do things, which is very frustrating, ‘cause you’ve been shown multiple times how to do these tasks. It’s very inefficient & wasteful that I have to constantly check all of your work & retrain you on the same thing over & over again. This needs to change. This job is about accuracy & accountability.
Sally: You’re not giving me a chance to improve. I never hear “Good job,” from you. All I ever hear is, “You’re doing a bad job, sign this paper.” I get in trouble every time I ask for help, so I guess I’ll just follow the instructions & hope I’m doing it right.
The problems with that response:

1. You’ve worked here for 2 years, Sally. You’ve had plenty of time to improve.
   
2. The reason you never hear “Good job” is ‘cause you’re not doing a good job. How am I supposed to tell you “Good job,” but also need to give you a write up for doing a bad job? If you’re getting multiple write ups for doing a bad job, don’t you think that’s a sign that something is wrong? I mean, she thinks that managers should be telling their employees good job on everything they do right. No, you’re expected to do these tasks. We’re not going to congratulate you every time you do your basic job requirements like some toddler that needs constant positive reinforcement so they know that doing something right is a good thing! You will hear “Good job” when you are doing a really good job on something, when you go above & beyond!! I mean, do you think Greg tells me “Good job” when I’m just doing my job as expected?!! NO!!! I’ve never had a manager constantly tell me “Good job” all the time!!!! (Whew. Sorry about that. Kinda went on a crazy rant there. I’m good now.)
   
3. Here’s another example of her mentality of “if I don’t do the job, I can’t get in trouble for doing it wrong.” She’s going to stop asking for help instead of using the help I’ve given her to do better. I mean, if you’re making these mistakes when you ARE asking for help, how many more are you going to make when you stop asking for help? How does this make any logical sense?!
   

Well, here’s another chance for some malicious compliance. She claimed she didn’t know how to check the bank accounts, right? Well, my job as the manager is to make sure my employees know how to do their job. So, I need to sit down with her & train her how to check the bank accounts. Again. Even though I know she already knows how to do it. So, every time you tell me that the reason why you didn’t do a job is ‘cause you didn’t know how to do it right, well, we’re going to sit down & waste both our times & annoy you having to be retrained on something you do, in fact, know how to do.
Sally continues making careless mistakes & not doing stuff she doesn’t think she should have to do. Like answering the phones. It’s her job to answer the phones; that’s something I as the manager should be delegating to her. However, she never answers the phone unless I literally can’t. So, I had asked her to start answering the phone more. She will wait until the last possible second before answering the phone. By that time, it’s already rung twice, so I have to answer it before it goes on any longer or they hang up. One time, we were both away from our desks when the phone rang. We both went to answer it, but she was closer & got to her desk before me, put her hand on the phone, & watched me until I got to my desk before she picked it up. With a comment of, “Oh, (laughs) I didn’t want to make you walk all the way to your desk.” Well, you did, anyway, you little jerk.
On Feb 27, Sally asks for help on a report. She says that my note stating the office is over-deposited $28 on report 1 but fixed on report 2 by being $28 under-deposited didn’t work out. She says that they were never over by $28 in the first place. I take the report to look it over. Her calculator tape adding up the deposits shows the bank is in balance, but I don’t see deposit slips.
Me: Where are the deposit slips?
Sally: I haven’t gotten them yet.
Me: (trying to comprehend her logic) Then how do you have the deposit amounts added on this tape?
Sally: I got the amounts from the report.
Me: You…(my brain trying not to implode at this point) you can’t add up amounts to see if the bank has too much or too little money in it without knowing what was actually taken to the bank. The amounts on the report don’t always equal what was taken to the bank.
I log into the bank account & discover just that: the report says they took $500 to the bank, but their deposit says $528. They were indeed $28 over-deposited. I then lecture her (for the second time in a few months) on the correct way to account for the deposits at the bank, that we are only to use the dollar amounts on the bank’s deposit receipt. (The first time was her getting the deposit amount from what was written on the deposit slip instead of what the bank gave us credit for on their printed receipt. The bank had shorted us $500, & we never knew until her deposits didn’t work out when reconciling the bank statement at the end of the month. We were missing $500 for 4 weeks! It’s a miracle we didn’t overdraw the account.)
Another task that we do several days a week is checking the CFPB website. This is a government website that uses federal regulations to monitor financial institutions. It’s like the Better Business Bureau, but more official. Customers can make complaints through them, prompting an investigation to make sure we’re following the federal guidelines. We have 2 weeks to respond to a complaint before it is past due.
On Feb 29, Greg just happens to be looking at an email inbox that he never checks, ‘cause after all, we’re checking the CFPB website, so he doesn’t have to look there, right? There is a complaint in 2 of the portals that have been in there since Jan 22. He immediately marches out & tells Sally about them.
Greg: Aren’t you checking the CFPB sites?
Sally: Yeah, I am.
Really? Then how come you didn’t print this complaint off to give to Greg in the last 6 weeks? She came back from lunch to a second warning write up given by me for negligence.
On Mar 5 (Tuesday), we are working on reconciling the bank statements so we can close the month of Feb. Sally brings me a Jan bank statement for an office.
Sally: This never cleared in Feb.
I look at the bank statement. It’s an electronic deposit of $254 on Jan 31. I remember this. She had asked me at the beginning of Feb why this deposit wasn’t recorded on the office’s report. I explained that since it didn’t show up in the bank account until the last day of Jan, they might not have known about it before the end of the month & so recorded it on the first of Feb. We will wait until the first report of Feb. If it’s still not recorded, then we’ll bring that to the office’s attention. & here she is, clearly telling me she hadn’t brought it to anyone’s attention all month long.
Me: (staring at the bank statement as I try to prevent my autistic brain from exploding at her while also trying to prevent a spontaneous stroke) You didn’t keep track of this all month?
Sally: Well, I didn’t know if it was treated differently ‘cause it was OTBP (One Time Bill Pay, which is the electronic deposit). (Oh, what a shocker, she once again didn’t know how to do something.)
Me: But we talked about this. If it wasn’t on the first of the month, we needed to address it.
Sally: Okay, well, now I know that we treat this the same as other deposits. (goes nonchalantly back to her desk like it was no big deal, like she hadn’t just revealed she had once again disobeyed my detailed instructions)
Me: (seeing her flagrant disregard for the seriousness of the situation & wondering just how on earth she could once again think that not doing her job would have no consequences) This is exactly what Greg talks about over & over, about how we can’t leave errors like this to sit for weeks & weeks, that these need to be dealt with as they happen.
Sally: (still as easy-going as if she had simply used the wrong color highlighter) Okay, I’ll make note of that.
Now, I am getting really pissed off. She keeps saying, “Oh, now I know that OTBP is treated the same as everything else.” That doesn’t matter! It doesn’t matter that you didn’t know it’s treated the same! I specifically told you to take care of it if it didn’t appear on the first of Feb! It didn’t matter what kind of deposit it was! I said to tell me if it wasn’t on the first of Feb!
Now, this was right before she leaves at 3:30, so by the time I’m finished with my text conversation with Greg (‘cause he isn’t there that afternoon), she has already left. But I’m telling Greg that I have once again caught her being negligent, & she’s already had 2 written warnings about this, which means our next step is letting her go. Not to mention, her carelessness is still continuing. He said that he supports my decision to let her go. By the way, the final decision happened an hour after she left. If I had known before she left that we were indeed going to fire her, I would have done it before she left so she didn’t have to come all the way to work in the morning just to leave again.
So, on Mar 6 (Wednesday), I arrive early to work so I can be prepared. I am standing at my desk, watching her come in. This is unusual, so she frowns as she approaches me.
Me: Sally, we need to talk.
Sally: (still frowns at me)
Me: (handing her the typed up notice) We are going to read this together. “When reconciling the month of Jan, around Feb 5, it was brought to my attention that we had a deposit that hadn’t been reconciled. I gave you instructions to wait a report to see if it works out. If not, you would need to bring it to mine & the office’s attention for further instructions. This wasn’t done. It wasn’t until Mar 5 that you brought this to my attention again. You have been told many times the importance of reconciling the financials of the office. You have been warned several times of negligence. This is another example of negligence with respect to your job. All you had to do was follow my instructions. It is for this reason that it is now time to terminate your employment.”
Sally: When did you tell me to do this?
Me: (thinking, “Um, I kinda just told you when I told you do that, but, okay.”) When you showed me the Jan bank statement—
Sally: Yesterday?!
Me: You showed me the Jan bank statement a month ago when you were reconciling Jan. I told you to wait for the first of Feb & then—
Sally: You did no such thing!
Me: Yes, I did, Sally.
Sally: When does Greg get here?
Me: Around 9, like usual.
Sally: I’m calling him, ‘cause this is ridiculous. You’ve had it out for me from the very beginning.
Me: No, I haven’t.
Sally: Yeah, you have. Just like the other 2. (sets her bags at the front door, goes outside, & calls Greg)

1. How could I have had it out for you from the very beginning when we didn’t have problems for the first year & a half you worked here? If I’d had it out for you from the beginning, you wouldn’t have had a job the past 6 months. Need I remind you what Greg told you about the timesheet thing being something we fire someone for on the spot, but that Molly had gone to bat for you & gave you a second chance? Why would I have done that if I had wanted you gone from the start?
   
2. “Just like the other 2.” She’s talking about Irene (who had left in Feb 2023) & another employee (who we’ll call Phil). Phil had been fired (by Greg, by the way) for continuing to watch movies on his phone at his desk despite being told multiple times by Greg to not do that. & Irene? She wasn’t fired. She gave her 2 weeks’ notice. & we then discovered when going through the work she’s been doing as we started taking over her tasks that she didn’t just not do jobs. She would actually forge the work so she wouldn’t have to work. “A bank imbalance of $2.65? Well, I’ll just add it to the imbalance that’s been building up for who knows how many months & just label it as an over-deposit from the end of the month. That way, I don’t have to look into why the bank isn’t balancing.” But no, I had it out for them, apparently.
   
3. Does she really think that calling Greg was gonna reverse my firing her? Does she really think I would do something as drastic as writing her up or firing her without discussing it with my supervisor first? Did she really think I would do this behind his back?
   

Apparently, she did, ‘cause Greg confirmed that Sally tried telling him about all the stuff I’ve been doing to her as if he didn’t know. She hung up on him when he explained that he’s been told everything as it happens & he supports this decision.
Sally: (storming back into the office & towards her desk) I’m not signing anything.
Me: Ok.
Sally begins packing up her desk. I had known she kept a lot of personal items at the office, so I had gotten a big box or 2 out & placed them nearby for her to use to pack up her desk.
Me: We can give you a box if you need it.
Sally: I don’t need sh** from you guys.
Me: The only thing we’ll need is your office key.
Sally: You’ll get it when you get it. I’m packing my desk.
Me: Ok.
I go back to work, keeping an eye on her as she packs to make sure she doesn’t take anything she’s not supposed to or damage any company property. Sally at some point decides to use the boxes she didn’t want from us to pack up her many items. She takes both boxes to the front door where her bags are & sets them down to put the last of her things in. She picks up one box to take outside.
Sally: You are the worst manager ever. (goes out the door)
Me: (shrug)
Sally: (comes back in for the final box) Seriously, you’re the most evil person I’ve ever met. (leaves)
Really? I rank worse than the guy that beat you up? I’m worse than him?
I continued watching her to see if she’s going to come back to give up her office key. As she packed up her car, another employee had arrived (we’ll call him Randy). He had run into her on the way in & asks me if Sally quit. I explained, no, she was let go. I then see that Sally has gotten behind the wheel of her car without coming back to give us the office key.
Me: Well, I guess we’ll just change the locks.
Randy then takes it upon himself to go out to her car. He phrased it very gently by saying he wanted to spare her having to come back in to turn the key in.
Sally: I guess Molly didn’t have the balls to do it herself. (hands the key over)
& then…she was gone. Despite having to do the entire corporate office’s work all by myself & falling steadily behind little by little, I have never been more happy. I had forgotten how much I loved my job & how much I couldn’t wait to get to work. I haven’t been this stress-free in 6 months, & it feels fantastic! & the great part is, I’m not really falling as far behind as I expected to without her. Having to do 2 people’s jobs by myself is only affecting me a little. Really goes to show you how bad she was for the company & for my job when she disrupted everything that much. For example, me & her would get through maybe 5 to 6 offices’ reports between us in a single day when playing catch up after closing the previous month. One day? I caught up on 10 offices’ reports in a single day. By myself.
Oh, did I mention she smoked marijuana most days on her way to work or while on her lunch break? We could never actually prove it. But, come on, you don’t smell that strongly of marijuana on only select days if you aren’t smoking it recently. If it was leftover from the smell of your house or car, you would smell like that every day. But it was only some days she would come into work or back from lunch smelling like that. Obviously, smoking on the job. So very glad to be rid of her & her awful skunk smell. Although, I do wish her well on a new job search. I don’t wish ill on anyone, ever. But I am just glad she’s no longer my problem to deal with.
(Added 2 months after she was fired): By the way, I am actually gaining on my work. I’m not only not behind on my work, I’m actually getting it done soon enough to work on extra stuff. Also, out of the blue, we’ve started getting about 3 to 4 sales & scam calls every day since Sally left (for things like better Medicare benefits, better retirement benefits, & even one time recently where “Walgreens” was calling to ask if I still had diabetes). I’m convinced Sally signed us up for calls as retaliation. I hope they die down soon, especially as they are starting to get rude. (Our response to every one of these is “Sorry, this is a business.” This one guy responded to me with, “This is my job.” I said, “I understand this is your job, but this is a business. I am not allowed to take personal calls.” He said, “Why?” I said very slowly & firmly, “Because I’m working!” He started to say, “Can you explain to me why—” I hung up. Jerk.)