A guy shared how his salary is constantly late because of an inefficient HR department and he has a boss that is selfish and asks if he should resign.

Here is the story

I’m 3 months into my current job and I’m feeling mentally tired.

Every single month I have to constantly chase HR on whether my timesheet has been submitted and having them giving me no response. Today I found out that my salary will be delayed because they didnt receive my timesheet despite me sending it before the cut off time.

At work I have to deal with my boss who is defensive af and her opinion is always right. I also have to deal with my manager who drag me down to save herself from her mistake she did at work so she look good infront of her boss.

Till today I didnt get to learn much despite me constantly asking.

I’m on a 1 year contract and I dont know how long I can take this pain.

This is my 3rd job. All I want is a place for me to stay long so it doesnt look bad on my resume.

(Past 2 jobs were contract and this is also a contract based job) P.S i’m doing tech

I’m 32 F, I am not particularly rigid when it comes to dating age ranges. I cast a wide net and if a guy is a few years younger or older I don’t really mind. And by a few I mean like give or take 10 years.

So over the past couple months I’ve gone on a few dates with different guys, and I’ll just say it I hook up with different guys, I am not ashamed to say it. Anyway, I hooked up with this younger guy who is 24 and another who is like 45. The 45-year-old was kind of one-night stand who I kind of string along but the 24-year-old is more like a regular thing already. Neither is really embarrassingly out of my own age range for casual dating.

The 24-year-old is like a boy toy, not gonna lie. He doesn’t really say much interesting but we hooked up a handful of times already and he’s into public S which I’m into as well.

So 24 year old invited me to an open house for a really fancy brand new apartment he said he was going to be working at (he’s an agent) and we sexted about what we were gonna do etc.

I get to the open house wearing some sexy lingerie under my jacket that was supposed to get ripped off and as I walk in my 24-year-old boy toy is standing there with the 45-year-old who I also hooked up with. So I’m like oh fuck I guess, let me just… “oh you’ve here wth…” comes out of the mouth of the 45-year-old.

Oh um heyyyyy what’s up are you an agent?

Boy toy is like “hey you two know each other?

45 year old is like “we have met yeah”

“Oh we met at the gym” I tell the boy toy.

Then old guy is like “now I know why you haven’t been able to meet up”

Cringe. Apparently, boy toy was talking about me to his coworker and told him that we were going to hook up in the master bedroom because apparently, they are work bros despite being 20 years apart…

Didn’t wind up hooking up in the master bedroom. The mood got killed and I did a walk of shame out of there.

Boy toy texted me after and asked what was up. I had to come clean and tell him I hooked up with his coworker and just needed him to know. He was like “okay well we’re just casual anyway” and he went back to sexting and asked what gym lol. There was no gym.

The lottery winning took place back in August 2014. My husband and I were married in October 2014. It wasn’t a fortune, but enough to make a difference. The winnings were around $500,000. Most people would be over the moon, but I panicked. I didn’t want our life to turn upside down because we had extra money now.

I was still legally single at the time, and so I was able to accept it anonymously without the need to tell anyone else. So I didn’t. Tell anyone else. Not a single soul. Not my husband, my parents, siblings, best friends, etc. Only the state and federal governments.

(My husband has a tendency to spend on things we don’t need and that aren’t going to benefit us in the long run so I didn’t want our money to blown quickly on stupid stuff like cars and clothes.)

I opened a new bank account with a separate bank and put the cheque in. Got started with a financial advisor, who guided me into investing in local businesses and real estate. And that’s that. It’s been sitting there since just growing.

Flash forward to today. I’m doing dishes getting ready to start making dinner, and my phone rings. I can’t get to it but figure I’ll call them back. Then I get a text. No big deal. I’ll get to it in a minute….but my husband came into the kitchen and glanced at my phone to let me know who text me and called me (which he always does if my hands are full).

He called and text me to let me know my account just hit $1 million after one of the energy companies I invested in soared recently.

My husband is stunned. Has no clue what to even say, staring at me until he says “we have a million dollars??” I was so flushed that finally just sat him down and explained the situation. He’s clearly mad at me for never telling him. Asks if my family knows, and I tell him that no one knows except the financial advisor.

It took him a few hours to finally be able to really talk to me.. at the end of the silence he told me he’s proud of me for investing in our future but he needs a few days to clear his head because he feels like I hid a huge part of “myself” from him.

We might just need to take a vacation now.

I went on a second date with a cute Korean guy I met online. He’s a Korean expat.

Last year I started learning Korean. Covid was driving me insane and I picked up some new hobbies because all my regular hobbies weren’t possible during lockdown (lap swimming, board game evenings at the local café, etc.). One of those hobbies was learning Korean. I wanted to learn a language with a different alphabet, and Hangul is really easy to learn. I picked it up for fun and am not very good at it, it’s slow going, but it is going.

The first date was really basic, and my learning Korean didn’t come up. We just had a fun time and the conversation flowed naturally, so I didn’t think to halt the flow to say it. I didn’t think it mattered, it’s not like I’m any good.

Yesterday during our second date, it did come up. He forgot an English word and said it in Korean, and it happened to be something I learned during my vocab stuff, so I translated. He was really surprised. When I said I knew some words and was slowly picking up grammar stuff, he seemed really frustrated. He wasn’t angry but he seemed angry, he spoke in an accusatory tone and asked me why I didn’t tell him I was learning Korean. I told him it didn’t come up last time, and it did now. I asked if it was a problem, because I didn’t understand the reaction.

He cut the date short after telling me I should’ve told him I was “one of those girls.” I don’t know what that means! I wasn’t going to use him for linguistic purposes or anything, and I have a good job here so I don’t want to emigrate over there for work or anything.

Is there some cultural boundary I crossed?

Here are what netizens think:

• You’re definitely not the ah for learning a language. I think he might be paranoid that you might be one of those girls who are obsessed with kpop and a koreaboo. I’ve seen many stories were girls were dating Korean men for the kpop aesthetic. It’s very weird and think maybe that’s where his mind went.

• k-dramas and k-pop music are a thing, so there’s tons of people who are… like that. he might think you’re talking to him because he’s korean so you can pretend you’re dating an idol or call him oppa or something. 

Me and my husband have been married for over six years, living together for nine years and we have a one-year-old child together and two beautiful dogs.

I have been back at work (approx 30 hours a week), since our son was 3 months old due to my husband losing his job due to the pandemic lockdowns back then. My husband has successfully acquired a new position working 38 hours a week since then earning more than enough to support us three comfortably

Long story short, I am feeling burnt out from both sides of the candle and I am unsure if I am projecting my frustrations on this laundry task. I am solely responsible for being the primary carer for our son and all of the household cleaning and maintenance as I work 8 hours less than him a week. Yes, he does cook dinner 4 nights a week- but it’s like a hurricane comes through the house when ever he cooks… that’s another story.

Anyways, over the last several years I constantly find myself rewashing his clean clothing. I wash, hand out to dry and neatly fold his clothing neatly. His only job is to put them away in the draws, but here is the kicker. He will put them on the floor and the dogs will lay on them ( we also have a pug that loves to piss on anything that’s out of place…). I’m sick of “nagging him” to put away his clothing and I refuse to do It for him as he “likes the clothing put away a different way than what I do it” (he has ADHD & BPD)

So, as of the last three weeks I finally followed up on my threats and I haven’t completed any of his washing, I left what has been washed on the cloths-horse and he got mad at me tonight as “I don’t work as much as him, so I should have more free time to do his laundry”

Was it wrong of me to make a point?