HR: Why did you encourage seventeen employees to submit complaints against the company?
Employee: I didn't encourage anybody. I simply told them they had the right to report what was happening.
HR: You're aware that the former HR director lost her job because of those complaints?
Employee: Yes.
HR: And you're proud of that?
Employee: No. I'm surprised it took the company this long to listen.
HR: Let's get something straight. The HR director had been with this company for eleven years. She was dismissed after an internal investigation found serious allegations against her.
Employee: Then you should be asking why seventeen employees had almost identical complaints about her.
HR: What exactly were they complaining about?
Employee: Unpaid overtime, manipulated performance reviews, denied leave requests and threats of termination whenever someone questioned management.
HR: Those are serious accusations.
Employee: That's why we submitted evidence.
HR: What evidence?
Employee: Emails, payroll records, screenshots of messages and copies of rejected leave applications.
HR: Why didn't you report these issues individually?
Employee: We did. Some of us reported them more than once.
HR: And what happened?
Employee: She called us into separate meetings, accused us of being difficult employees and threatened to put negative remarks in our personnel files.
HR: Did she actually do that?
Employee: Yes. Three employees were placed on performance improvement plans within two weeks of submitting complaints.
HR: The company says those decisions were based on performance.
Employee: Then explain why all three had received excellent performance reviews just one month earlier.
The HR manager stopped typing.
HR: Are you saying the former HR director retaliated against employees?
Employee: I'm saying seventeen people didn't independently decide to risk their jobs over nothing.
HR: You understand that the company has already dismissed her?
Employee: Yes. But something still bothers me.
HR: What?
5 WAYS SHE WILL TEST YOU
1. You seem like a player
What she really means:
I find you attractive, and you seem sex worthy. Let's see if you really are experienced with women or if you're faking it.
How to respond:
And you seem like you're lonely. I guess we'll both find out soon enough.
2. I just want to be friends
What she really means:
I like you but I'm unsure about my feelings towards you. Let's see if you try to fight it or argue with me
How to respond:
Me too, I don't have any friends, every girl just wants me to f*ck her.
3. Do you even like me?
What she really means:
I want your approval and validation, but lets see if you put me on a pedestal.
How to respond:
Yeah, you remind me of my little sister/mom.
4. So how would you describe yourself?
What she really means:
let's see if you try to qualify yourself to me like it's a job interview.
How to respond:
I am nothing but trouble, you should avoid me.
(Never, under any circumstance do you actually explain yourself)
5. I don't sleep with guys on the first date.
What she really means:
I'm not a slt - Its just ASD- Anti Slt Defense.
How to respond:
Easy tiger, we just met. Besides, I have a 10 date rule myself.
Turn the f*cking tables.
Every single time you lower your standards for someone, they punish you for it. Every single time you make an exception for someone, they make you pay for it. They will remind you why you should never do that again:1/6
my roommate has been leaving me one-word sticky notes on the fridge for six months. "milk." "rent." "ants." "SPONGE." i've never left one back. last week the note just said "hi," and i stared at it for a full minute, because it was the first one that wasn't an order...
New co-worker alert! He was BORN in 2003. This is his first office job out of college.
Just this week:
"What does 'blonde moment' mean? I don't know this. I know 'Karen' but what is about blondes?"
After being told he had a phone call on line one. "How do I answer this call? Just push the button?"
We are an office of 8 people. EIGHT "Do we have a lost and found?"
I am both fascinated by him and bracing for culture clash.
But I mostly find him endearing and can't wait to corrupt him 😆
My girlfriend came home later than she said she would. She kicked her shoes off by the door and dropped her bag on the chair without turning the light on. I was still on the couch. She stood there for a second like she was deciding whether to sit or go straight to the bedroom.
She sat.
“My boss asked me today if I was happy,” she said. “Not about work. Just… happy. I didn’t know what to tell her.”
I waited.
“I told her yes,” she continued. “Then I spent the rest of the afternoon trying to remember the last time someone asked me that and I didn’t have to think about the answer.”
My three year old daughter Poppy has a rule that everyone in a grocery store must be greeted, and last Saturday I decided not to stop her. She waved at the butcher, the cart return guy, and a man buying a single banana, and she said hello to everyone in the cereal aisle in a voice you could hear in the parking lot. I counted forty seven greetings before we reached the checkout. Most people smiled and said hi back.
I recently discovered that the woman who had been cleaning my office for almost six years could speak three languages fluently.
I was surprised because she barely spoke during working hours. One afternoon, I overheard her helping a foreign customer who was struggling to communicate with the receptionist.
After the customer left, I asked why she had never mentioned her language skills.
She laughed and said, "Nobody has ever asked her what else I can do…"
I sucked my stepsister’s pussy until it was filthy.
She shoved me onto the couch, yanked her shorts and panties off, and sat on my face. No warning. She was soaked. She ground her wet cunt on my mouth, making me lick her messy—tongue deep, spit running down my chin, sucking her clit hard while she rode my face. She reached back and fingered herself, then pushed those fingers into my mouth so I could taste her. She came gushing, shaking,
I recently inherited my late father's house. While updating the property documents, I discovered that my father's name was missing from the original building approval.
Instead, the documents listed a former business partner who had helped my father obtain construction materials years earlier.
I contacted the man, expecting a simple explanation. He admitted he had used his name to process some of the paperwork because my father was travelling at the time, but he insisted the arrangement made him a co-owner of the property. I was shocked.
Wife caught me cheating, guess what she did?
My marriage was pretty much a roommate situation. Neither I nor my wife were clicking like we once did and sèx was minimum at the best, maybe once a month or so.
So, I thought I would have some extramarital fun and met another married woman online who was pretty much in the same situation.
We had an ongoing sèxting and phone sèx using what I thought were discreet cheating apps. We would get each other off whenever we could.
We both were into super dirty talking and videoing chatting with each other. We would get so fúcking nàsty while cheating on our spouses.
She would have me jèrk off on my wedding pictures while on cam and would return the favor by holding her wedding pictures to the cam and have me unload my cùm wad on hers.
At an all-hands, the CEO asked, "Why are we losing our best talents?" Nobody answered. I looked down at my notebook, and so did everyone else. Then a junior analyst, Clara, raised her hand.
CEO: "I'd like honest answers."
CLARA: "Thank you for asking. May I share some data? I'll keep it to facts."
CEO: "Please."
CLARA: "We've lost eleven people in a year. I read their exit surveys, which HR shared in the quarterly report. Seven cited pay. Four cited lack of growth. Nobody cited the office or the coffee."
I held my breath. The CEO leaned back.
CEO: "So you think pay is the problem?"
CLARA: "I think it's part of the picture, and I may be missing context. But when a customer leaves over price, we review the price. Exits can be read the same way, as churn."
He paused.
CEO: "That's a fair comparison. What would you suggest?"...
My girlfriend asked me to pick her up from her friend’s place after work. When I got there she was already outside, sitting on the steps with her bag between her feet. She stood up as soon as she saw the car, but she didn’t smile the way she usually does.
She got in and stayed quiet for the first few blocks. I asked if everything was okay. She nodded, then looked out the window.
A teacher noticed that one little girl always left an empty seat beside her during lunchtime.
Every day, she placed her lunchbox on one side and kept the other chair empty.
One afternoon, the teacher asked:
“Why do you never let anyone sit there?”
The girl replied:
“I’m saving it for my brother.”
The teacher smiled.
“Does your brother go to this school?”
The girl shook her head.
“No. He used to.”
The teacher didn’t understand.
A few weeks earlier, the girl’s younger brother had passed away after a long illness.
The teacher gently asked:
“Do you miss him?”
The girl nodded.
“He always sat beside me. He didn’t like eating alone.”