Embarrassment
You’ll Never Believe Who I Talked To Today
The year was 2011 I had recently inherited a …sum …of money, it wasn't so much that I was gloriously rich, in fact to some people I suppose it would've been a generous contribution to their savings. To me, however, having grown up low income in a middle class neighborhood, it seemed like ALOT of money; for the same reason, I had the money management skills of a large, overripe spaghetti squash. Granted, there were certain things I really did need, the 42-inch tv I bought from Walmart to replace the 20-inch, 15-year-old tube tv that sat in my rented single room was one, clothes were another. There were things I didn't need, 8-hour writing sessions with Chardonnay and ham sandwiches at the local art cafe, for instance. I also didn't necessarily need to keep my friends fed with fast food for 3 months. There were some good times too though, and one mortifying moment that I think about at an unhealthy frequency of about once a week.
By Sabrina Johnson5 years ago in Confessions
10200 Emergency
You ever work in a high security job? I have... The job can be dangerous, exciting, and full of adventures. It has the potential to make life long friends and pals that would support you no matter what. It also has the potential to create the most unimaginable incident a human male could have.
By Thomas R Dorsett Jr5 years ago in Confessions
Samson's Story
Micha had assumed the role of man of the house after his father had died. It was a long journey to normalcy but the family had started to live again. The pain had retreated to a more distant place. Micha was now 20 years old and a day trader and been doing quite well. After some discussion, his Mom allowed him to invest some of their money. He was at first conservative. But as his confidence in his research grew so did his gambles. And then the stock market took a down turn and kept going. Micha lost all the family investment. He would not, could not tell his Mom. His guilt at losing the family’s savings was too much to bear.
By Libby Brien5 years ago in Confessions
The Epitomes
I didn't know that I was being bullied until I had moved back home from the city; I've made myself a place in my mind where I could escape and leave the memories of the past. The rumbling sound of the train reminded me to wake up and know where to put myself every day I rode the train. The seats stuck to the side of the train for dear life, like they too could fall off if the bridges that held up the train on my way to the city again. I tried staying at home where I could've possibly renew the soil of my heritage where my roots stay. The smell in the east, the wind and way the sun hits differently here. It's like the nature read your actions and are giving you the answers here. An answer as to why I never seemed to fit in.
By Nabilah Chowdhury 5 years ago in Confessions
Red Camera Flip Phone
May 27th... We had just arrived home from church. The kids jumped out of the car and start grabbing the horse riding gear. Ruth and Mark packed up their lunches for the day and, within the hour, they were gone. Meanwhile, I stayed home, in my basement apartment and play video games. It was a normal day. College was out for the summer. I started two new jobs in the upcoming week. We were all on great terms. Nothing to have my stomach in knots for. It was 3:49 PM when that changed. I'm sitting on the couch in my living room playing Spider-Man on the Xbox when Mark opens the basement door and calls me to come up the stairs. Still nothing suspicious. I even respond jokingly with "I didn't do it this time!", which was my typical response. God, I wish I knew how inappropriate that was at the time!
By AR Terique5 years ago in Confessions
Heartache on the 5th Floor
There he was, on the football field surrounded by a slew of a mix of futball and basketball players. I knew he wasn't Chinese because he had thick brown sideburned and blue eyes. He looked French or Greek or some kind of exotic that I wasn't familiar with as a Mexican-American woman.
By A.X.Partida5 years ago in Confessions
Caught With My Pants Down
What I'm about to share is both extremely gross and utterly embarrassing. My story will end with me in a very vulnerable and compromising position with my pants down caught in an unavoidable epically disgusting act. This is the kind of story that doesn't take too long to get to the point, where I reveal to you my life's most awkwardly awful moment. My admission here will have you both grossed out and feeling absolutely sorry for me in my moment of shame. However, before I can conclude with my dubious episode I have to take you all back to where I contracted the issue which would lead to my disaster in a San Diego Parking lot back in the fall 2006.
By Meko James 5 years ago in Confessions
Oops
Ok so I don’t know about you ladies out here, but when it’s almost that time of the month, I get pretty bloated, crampy, hungry, emotional, poopy and worst of all, gassy. I know I cannot be the only one haha. It was a Monday morning, around this time I was working early shifts so it was around 4 am at work, my job is to change the prices around the store, doing resets, checking for expired stuff, etc. So Mondays I typically do prices changes and when I do price changes I’m walking around a lot. nobody is there at 4 am besides the night stockers but they go on lunch around this time so the floor was free from people. Feeling extra gassy this fine Monday morning, I have to ask if you are familiar with crop dusting?? Well since no one was around and I walk around that’s what I was doing hahaha it’s horrible but come on, let’s get real everyone has done this. Sometimes I’m changing prices on the same aisle so I’ll be walking back and forth. I was on aisle 1 and I had to change a lot of prices on coffee and sodas, so I was walking up and down and let me tell you, it did not smell pretty. This is gonna sound gross but I like to smell my farts sometimes... gosh I can’t believe I’m telling you guys this I hope you guys never meet me in person ha. Anyways, I’m doing my job and there’s still some night stockers on the floor but in the frozen section, I go say hi to them, I’m literally friends with everyone at work. While I’m talking to them I feel my stomach just bubbling and I know I have to let one out soon so I cut the conversation short with my friend Isaiah and walk off quickly into the nearest aisle. *pffttt* they are silent but deadly. I go back to the grocery side and I’m in the candy/juice aisle, nobody is there and no stockers need to be on this aisle since it’s already done. I’m just letting them rip not a care in the world. All of a sudden, I hear my name and my coworker is running to me! I start to panic like “oh crap it smells like a rotten egg around me!!” At this point it’s too late for me to walk towards them and away from the smell, even if I did do that, I always read that farts follow you for about 30 seconds or something. Either way I would’ve been screwed. “Hey! Good morning I was looking for you to ask about this NIP (new items pog) to see if you could help me.” I’m literally looking at her nose and see her sniffing. I’m so embarrassed man and I know she knows that I know that she smells it. I just flat out say “I’m so sorry you had to walk into my fart.. I know it smells.” Just to skip all the awkwardness and just get it over with. Bursting into laughter she says “oh my gosh dude I didn’t want to say anything but it’s ok!! It does smell pretty bad though I’m not gonna lie to you.” I proceed to tell her that I get gassy before my period comes and she tells me she does too and she poops way more as well. So I go to help her on the NIP. Then go back to my work. It’s about 6:30 am now, still not many people in the store so I continue to dust the crop haha and this same coworker comes AGAIN. She’s halfway down the aisle this time I just yelled to her “dude I just let out a big one please don’t come over here it stinks!” She just turns around and walks back to wherever she came from. I’m literally shaking my head at myself like oh my gosh why. After some time where I felt comfortable enough to know I probably won’t fart anytime soon I go find her to see what she needed. This is the last time I crop dust. Next time I’m just gonna go to a part of the store nobody walks by or will find me. That part is in the back by the trash chute. It’s perfect, it already smells by it so you’ll never know it was me if someone were to come back there this early for any reason. I have other stories were I was embarrassed, like tripping over some boxes in front of a very cute overnight stocker left in the middle of the aisle. Or asking one guy how does he kiss and him laughing at me for even asking that. In my defense, I just wanted to know in case I tried sticking my tongue in his mouth and him pulling away like what the hell. He was younger than me not that much younger but I don’t know haha maybe he never kissed like that.. that’s embarrassing but that’s literally the only guy I ever asked how he kissed. The farting is more embarrassing. I’m glad my coworker was a girl as well and not a dude.
By Cynthia M 5 years ago in Confessions
A Startling Discovery
You know those times where you think of an absolutely brilliant plan? You spend hours thinking of something incredible or that perfect idea just comes into your head, but then when you try to execute it, it goes horribly wrong? This is one of those stories.
By Jamie Lammers5 years ago in Confessions
One of My Most Embarrassing Moments
It was a meeting room with 30+ people sitting in a corporate office to hear someone on a presentation. The presenter started talking, and in just about 2 minutes, he went blank. He could not utter a word further. Fortunately, one of his colleagues stepped up to do the rest of the presentation. The initial presenter was none other than me, and I felt very embarrassed as that event took place several years ago.
By Ganesh Kuduva5 years ago in Confessions
FOR ME
FOR ME When things are up and down in your life sometimes you can not think straight. When I started work it was a great job, but it was downtown. Parking became so expensive I decided to carpool. So, I put out an ad around work to see if anyone lived in my area. Took the bus a few times but when the full moon would come out that was the end of public transportation. People could write books about the things that happen on the bus or on the way to work.
By Denise Dick5 years ago in Confessions
