u/bigbabyspongebob

I've dealt with a lot at my publix, our customers are real characters to say the least. Today I was at self checkout - yippie everyone's favorite - & a mother came through with one of those racecar carts & a toddler. The cart was full to the brim (as they often are).

The mom immediately goes to put a video on the phone to give to the toddler, they struggle a bit & she gives the phone to the toddler. The video must not have worked because the child PITCHED this phone at me. She looked directly at me & threw it as hard as she could, I know because when I stepped out of the way it hit the ground very hard & very loudly.

I pick up the phone, put it on the self checkout so she cannot chuck it at me again & say to the child, "please do not throw things at me". Her mom does they typical "oh my goodness, you better stop" routine (that does absolutely nothing btw). The child then proceeds to chuck multiple items at the drink cooler, I go to pick them up & put them in the cart - this was a mistake on my part because as soon as I put the plushie back in the cart & stepped back to my spot, the child immediately pitched the plushie at me. I put it on the self checkout machine & say nothing (What am I supposed to say? I already asked the child to stop & their mom clearly does not care).

At some point the child also threw a bunch of food & trash on the ground? I didn't catch it but there were pretzels everywhere. I picked them up so mom wouldn't run them over & make more of a mess than they already have. She left without another word to me, but she took her sweet time.

I'm used to kids screaming, crying, falling on the ground, the works. I'm not used to them THROWING things at me, at my job. I don't get paid enough to be dodging an iPhone that's been launched at me, full-speed, at 8AM. I'm sick of parents not doing ANYTHING & just letting their kids attack workers. I'm sick of being treated like I'm not a person with human feelings. I don't want to have things thrown at me, I don't care if it's your toddler, CONTROL THEM. YOU ARE THE PARENT; DO WHAT PARENTS ARE SUPPOSED TO DO?!

Hello, I'm someone who has always had weight problems; I've suffered from childhood obesity starting at around 5yrs old. I'm 24yrs old now & I put in a TON of effort this year to lose weight. I decided it was now or never.

Well today I had a dr's appointment for something unrelated to weight (throat issues) & I typically avoid looking at the scale - previously catching a glimpse of the scale would ruin my day, maybe even my week. The last time I accidentally glanced, I was 193lbs, that number was basically burned into my brain & I had never felt worse about myself.

Today, I was feeling cheeky, I thought, "well I've been trying really hard, I bet it's at least 150" & I couldn't help but glimpse. When I tell you it was like Christmas in May, I mean it, 143lbs. I haven't been that little since high school (my first attempt at weight loss). Its like I'm on top of the moon right now!! I might as well have won Ms Universe!!

I want to get even smaller, but I'm so happy I was able to defeat my evil thoughts of "you were meant to be fat & you will never be skinny"!! I feel like I just beat Superman's ass, I am actually UNSTOPPABLE!!

TW // mentions of CSA (non-descript)

I fucking hate Mother's day, I hate that I'm not allowed to ignore it because there's fucking decorations & shit for it everywhere. I work in a grocery store so I'm constantly seeing "best mom ever" balloons, happy mother's Day gift baskets, cards, candy, etc. Then the customers ask me about Mother's Day directly & I just want to pull out a fucking bazooka.

My mom SA'd me & allowed her brother to also SA me. They both did this several times throughout the years; he did it twice (5,9yrs) & she did it a countless amount of times but stopped when I was 10. (I was also SA'd by my grandmother but that was less traumatic & didn't start until after puberty.) I was told to shut up & get over it. She beat me a lot too, strangled me twice -- once when I was in fucking kindergarten. There was a lot of verbal abuse, but it was honestly the least of my worries with everything else that was happening. (Probably still fucked me up though.)

I don't even know what to say to people when they ask me about Mother's Day... Do I say she SA'd me? Do I say we don't speak anymore? Do I just tell them it's none of their fucking business? (Probably not, I would get fired lol.) I'm just so lost & I wish this stupid fucking holiday didn't exist. I wish I didn't have constant reminders of what could've been, what I could've had, what everyone else has & will always have. It's just fucking cruel.